A month ago I went to one of my dream destinations: Cuba. I can’t speak for the whole of the country, as I only went to Havana, but I would say that my trip was more “interesting” than fully enjoyable. Don’t get me wrong, I plan to visit again and it was definitely at least partly due to my poor organisation. I didn’t realise how difficult it can be as a tourist there – naivety is the word I think best describes my trip.
Things I thought might make a nice change, like not having easy access to wifi or mobile coverage, quickly turned into a massive pain and stress; we were on different flights, so once the first person boarded their plane we had no idea when we were all going to be in contact again. Our reservation wasn’t received by the lovely people who ran a hostel near the Estadio Latinoamericano Baseball stadium because she hadn’t had wifi to check and therefore all the beds were full. We stayed in her half-renovated apartment for the first night, which only had access to cold water, on mattresses on the floor. Not really ideal.
A World Afar 