(Going back in time to February 22nd 2008.)
I got up early at 6h30. I got ready for the day (dress/put sunscreen on/pack bag). Then I went to brekky. And I also went to book some of the à la carte restos of the resort for days to come. I then went to get my car at 9h30!
It was through REX, a company downtown Varadero. I’d booked an Audi… The first/cheapest automatic car they had. Because all of the smaller models were manuals! Driving in Cuba is fine. The roads are almost empty. Cars really follow the speeding limits. It’s fairly safe (where I went anyways)! My destination was the city of Cardenas, less than 20 kilometers away from Varadero.
As I arrived in Cardenas I discovered an antique city! The roads were not well maintained, there were horses/carriages everywhere! I didn’t know where to park. So I asked a lady. She was wearing her hotel worker uniform from some Varadero resort so I knew she’d speak English! She said it was better for me to go further down to the shops area and park. That way my car would be safer than in this more residential area. That’s what I did!
I then walked around Cardenas. I saw a man selling plastic bags near the open air market, sitting there, trying to find shade, waiting for people to buy a bag. He counted the bags, placed them neatly in his hand, greeted people passing by.
I saw many animals too. Stray dogs everywhere, cow, horses, and a pig being delivered to a house (probably to eat that evening). It was really hot and sunny, I hoped these animals got water somehow.
For lunch I stopped at some fast food place and had a sandwich, which was crap! It was a bocadito jamon y queso, so a ham and cheese sandwich. But the lady heated it in the microwave! Heating a hot sammy in the hot weather. Beurk.
I walked some more in the arvo. I explored the two major squares, one with a beautiful cathedral and a statue of Christopher Columbus. I also went to visit a museum. The lady wanted me to leave my bag in a ungarded bookshelve near the entrance. She didn’t speak English. I tried to explain I didn’t find it safe and did not want to leave it there. I convinced her to let me carry my camera around my neck without taking pictures (as it cost an extra 5 CUC to take pics) and she would keep my bag near her desk. I thought that was a good deal. Because apart from the camera, there’s wasn’t much value in the bag: no money (it was in travel pouch under my pants/on the belly), no electronics (in the hotel’s safe), only my notebook and a Cuba guidebook. The museum showcased old Cuban objects and history. Wasn’t super interesting. But it felt good to support them and be one of the handful of visitors that day.

After that I went a bit further East on the road, passing by tiny villages. There were no lines and no signs (except propaganda ones) on the road. I passed a few people on the road, bikes, horse drawn carriages, old bus… I ended up in a little city. I didn’t know where to park because on the main road there was the no parking thing (blue circle with red x), and the side roads were tiny/unpaved/filled with stuff. So I just turned around. I did see a man on a bike with a birthday cake. It was fully iced and yummy looking. But not covered! I wondered how he managed not to make it fall!
Back at the resort, I parked the car in front of the hotel. I went to change and at the beach for a late arvo swim! The sea was calmer than the other days and it was a bit cold on the lounging chair without sun. The couple under the parasol/cabana next to mine just had their beach towels stolen. The hotel’s ones where you have to pay 25 CUC per towel if lost. Poor them! I overheard their conversation with the beach’s security guy who felt really bad. He was away a minute to get water he said. He explained how he makes 27 CUC a month, and works 12 hours shifts. He didn’t understand the hotel’s policy, as he said you can get towels at the market for 10 CUC! Why charge so much?
I was tired from my day of exploring. But I also felt like I wasn’t taking full advantage of my car. I ate dinner and went to bed early, sleeping very well because there was no disco. Or maybe it was the wind that was blowing another way, pushing the sound away from my room?