We checked out of our hotel in Havana (see my previous post) and drove to Viñales, in the west of Cuba.
One of our stops along the way was Salto de Soroa (Soroa Waterfall), a popular picnic spot. There are lots of steps and some dubiously wobbly handrails on the hike to the top of the waterfall, where I took my photographs. I didn’t take the steps that led down to the base of the fall, where people go swimming. There’s a cafe and bar next to the entrance, where a few of our group got beer and plantain chips while the rest of us checked out the waterfall.
We had lunch at a restaurant with spectacular views of Viñales Valley, aptly named Restaurante Buena Vista. My hotel buffet breakfast seemed an eternity ago. I thoroughly enjoyed my lunch of fresh fruit (banana and papaya), plantain crisps and salad (shredded cabbage, tomato, cucumber and avocado), followed by chunky vegetable soup, and then main course of grilled fish with yuca, rice and beans, washed down with a tall glass of fresh pineapple juice.
We stayed for two nights in Viñales in casas particulares, accommodation in private homes. People often shorten ‘casa particular’ to simply ‘casa’. We stayed in homes where each guest’s room had its own private bathroom, but in cheaper casas, guests may share a bathroom with other guests (but not with the resident family running the casa). Breakfast and laundry services, if offered by the casa, are at additional cost. To run a legal casa particular, a home owner must hold a hosting license and pay additional taxes each month to the Government. As each guest checks in, the owner will ask for their passport so that their details can be recorded and provided to Cuban Immigration. Most casa hosts will be happy to make recommendations on local activities and help organise tours and taxis if needed. While most towns will have hotels, a stay at a casa particular is considered an essential part of a Cuban holiday experience.
We split up into smaller groups, each group assigned to one of three casas in the same street.
My room was small and simple, but comfortable enough. I had a fan and air-conditioning unit, and a battery-operated bedside lamp, which turned out to be handy as the electricity cut out briefly, pre-sunrise on both mornings. The door you can see on the left led to my bathroom/toilet. Aracelys provided a couple of towels, soap (though I used my own) and toilet paper. I wish I had taken a picture to show you the electric shower, which our Cuban guides had assured us was quite safe. Despite the warning, it was somewhat counter-intuitive if not slightly alarming to see the wires coming out of the back of the shower head, connected through the wall, the first time I took a shower! The hot water was fine, though the warm days meant I didn’t really need super hot showers anyway. My room came with a key so I could keep it locked while I was out for the day. As we were out and about most of the day, my main interactions with Aracelys were at breakfast and dinner time.
We had breakfast at our casa each morning and each evening, we all met up at one of our casas for a potluck dinner, the dishes cooked by the owners of the three casas.
Our second night’s dinner was very similar to the first – an assortment of meat and seafood, soup, vegetables and salad, and of course, rice and beans. Dessert on both nights included more fresh fruit and flan (like creme caramel).
The homes on our street were mostly casas particulares. We were just 5 minutes’ walk from the main street of Viñales town. The main street, where the majority of the town’s shops and restaurants are, was in much better condition than the side streets.
I lined up for well over an hour at the local telecommunications shop to buy a couple of wifi cards to get me two hours internet access ($5CUC per hour) which I used here in Viñales and in the next town, Trinidad. I could’ve walked away but by the time I thought about it, I’d been in line for so long it seemed silly to have waited for nothing – so I stayed. I had done my research, so I knew I must produce my passport to buy the wifi cards. When I finally made it into the shop, I couldn’t believe my bad luck – the guy in front of me walked out with his wifi cards and as I handed my passport over the counter, the system went down and no new orders could be processed. Having waited for so long to get to the front of the line, I waited even longer for the system to get back up again! The guys behind the counter were most apologetic; they shrugged, gave me wry smiles and said: “Welcome to Cuba”. Only a couple of people are allowed into the shop at a time, so for most of the time queueing, I was outside in the heat; at least it was air-conditioned inside. Queues for internet cards are a common sight in Cuba; if you plan to get in line while the sun is still out, don’t forget to put on sunscreen and wear a hat.
We had a photo session at a nearby family-run tobacco farm, where Papa, Mama and Son were our models. With weather-beaten, brown and crinkly complexions resembling the dried tobacco leaves they worked with, they posed for pictures, showed us how cigars are rolled, and Mama brewed us Cuban coffee (while smoking a cigar).
We had a wonderful meal at Finca Agroecologica El Paraiso, a family-run restaurant and organic farm. We started with their signature ‘anti-stress cocktail’, a cold and creamy concoction made with farm-grown herbs (mint, basil and anise), coconut milk and Cuban rum. And then the dishes kept coming from the kitchen, served family style: a hearty vegetable soup, a tangy pineapple and papaya salsa, impossibly smooth guacamole, plantain crisps, salads and roasted root vegetables, fried plantain fritters, rice and beans (of course!), pieces of roast chicken, stewed lamb, baked fish, and tender roast pork craved fresh off the spit. To finish, coffee and flan.
I’m sorry, I wasn’t able to photograph this meal properly. In these situations, sometimes it’s not possible to get into the right position to take pictures of all the food, depending on when dishes arrive and how they are spread out across a long table, where I happen to be positioned at the table, and whether I can get up and move around easily (in this case, I could not). Also, more importantly, I make it a point to not irritate the hell out of my fellow diners/travel companions by making them all wait while I photograph each dish – I didn’t want to be that person on the tour.
I found Havana more interesting to photograph than Viñales; I just didn’t feel as excited about the pictures I took over my couple of days here. Having said that, I had a good experience, and really enjoyed the small country town feel, homestyle meals and hospitality. Given the opportunity, I’d be happy to visit Viñales again.
As our accommodation and meals were included in the photography tour cost, I couldn’t tell you exactly how much it cost for my two-night stay at Villa Aracelys y Papo. You can find information about room rates etc if you google ‘Villa Aracelys y Papo’. There are plenty of resources online with information and advice on casas particulares, what to expect and how to book.
My Cuba series
I went to Cuba in November 2016, on a photography group tour.