Sunday, December 16, 2012

Does anybody really know what time it is?






 This is a picture of two clocks on the wall in the internet centre at Sol Cayo Santa Maria. As you see, what was important in Cuba was the time in Havana, and the time in Moscow. After the "special period" when the Soviet Union collapsed and its massive support for Cuba was cut off, suddenly the time in Moscow didn't seem so important anymore. Both clocks are broken, which only seems appropriate. But there are plenty of echoes of Russia's significant presence there for decades, though - mostly in the multiple Cubans we've met in their 30s and 40s named Boris or Yuri or Dmitri.

We were on Cayo Santa Maria again, in fact our third time at this resort - the only one we've ever returned to, and the staff greet us like old friends.

I've posted just a few photos from the trip on Flickr. They're of a few oddities and some pics of the colony of semi-feral cats who live just outside the main buffet restaurant, between it and the pool. For the moment, they have the run of the place. Familiarity (encouraged by well-meaning, stupid guests who bring food out of the restaurant for them) and numbers may mean their future is not secure, but for the moment they live very comfortable lives.

The big adventure this time saw me leaving my CI processor battery recharger kit on the bus from the airport (don't even ask) and a frantic race to track down which bus it was on and how to get it back, aided by a patient worker with the transport company who was supposed to be getting off work but who yes, managed to track down the bus and have it return to the resort where the driver appeared on the bus steps with the kit in hand like some sort of blue-collar angel. When people rave about the people of Cuba, this is the sort of thing they are talking about. She could have said "call tomorrow". She could have said "call the lost and found". Instead she tracked down the bus - based on nothing more than our description of the guide on board - with over half a dozen calls back and forth, and got the driver back to deliver the case (the driver was likely done for the day, too).

It had been a stressful few months and we both just pretty much crashed during this stay. Nothing more ambitious than that. We needed it. Flew back in time for the first snowstorm of the season. Ah well. It's Christmas!

ronnie

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2 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

Nice to know it's not just us dopey parents of CI kids who forget/lose bits of kit!

6:19 AM  
Blogger Xtreme English said...

How about those dopey seniors with CIs who leave the brand new one at home when on a trip. no charger, no remote, no whatevers....just a pound of batteries, for which I was very thankful!!

6:32 PM  

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