Bayamo, Cuba - Good Food, Bad Food, Cespedes and Shopping

From La Demajagua I rode to the town of Manzanillo then caught a bus to Bayamo. 

After checking out a few casas I chose the casa of Ana Marti Vasquez located at Calle Cespedes No. 4. The casa was conveniently located steps from the Cathedral and Plaza Marti.

When I first entered the room I thought that I was entering a honeymoon suite because it was decorated primarily in pink with lots of crystal accents. The owner was so nice that I overlooked my initial impression. 

The bathroom was clean and the shower was perhaps the best that I had experienced in all of Cuba. The shower head was an overhead rain shower head which I love. 

I walked around a bit and found this restaurant about two block away. Restaurante Manegua seemed a bit more formal than most restaurants, but their prices were reasonable and fit within my budget.

I ordered a pork steak filet, rice with beans and a salad.

I tried my first Cuban cerveza called Tinima. After tasting this beer my recommendation would be to stick to drinking rum while in Cuba.

The next morning the assistant of the casa told me that there was place near the main shopping street where one could find a hamburger for 2 pesos (8 cents). I had to check it out. Once I found the cafe I noticed that there was a line outside the door and every table inside was occupied. I thought that the hamburgers must be pretty good. I had to wait about 15 minutes just to get inside. Once inside and seated I waited another 15 minutes to place my order. After perhaps 15 minutes more my hamburger arrived. It was terrible. It was pretty much a meat patty on a piece of bread. The bread was dry. The meat was chewy. Well, at least now I know what an 8 cent burger taste like.

I was around the central area. There was a heroic looking statue of Carlos Cespedes at one end of the park. This statue faced the house he used to live in which stood at the opposite end of the park.

Also at the other end of the park there was this statue of Peruchu Figueredo who wrote the national hymn of Cuba.

This is the historic home of Cespedes which is now a museum.

On the inside was some original period furniture which belonged to the family. 

A large kitchen facing an open patio.

A small interior patio. 

The Cuba flag alongside the Cespedes flag. 

A bell from La Demajagua.

A fountain pen and ink well perhaps used to pen his famous manifesto.

Down the street a young girl gazes out of the doorway of a local church.

At one corner of the park there was a street closed for only foot traffic which contained a number of shops and restaurants.

I spotted this optometry shop. They actually had some pretty current designs of eyewear, but the selection was limited to about ten designs.

A store selling shoes. 

Soap and toothpaste were on display.

As evening approached I tought that the park might come alive because it was a beautiful park and very centrally located. But not many people were actually strolling around the park. I later learned that Bayamo is a pretty laid back town. By 10pm most people are at home and asleep.

I decided to check out the Cine Cespedes (Cinema). There was actually one cinema in front of the central park and another little video cinema a few hundred feet away. I always seem to enjoy towns with cinemas.

I happened to catch the premiere screening of a Cuban film called Valores (Values). No red carpet or movie stars at this premiere, but there was this cool little band that played a few tunes before they screened the film. The film was about the adventures of three hair stylists who venture out on the town in Havana. I enjoyed picking up a few nuances about the cultural life of Habaneras, but I felt that the pace and some of sequences dragged. It was still worth the price of admission of 2 pesos (8 cents).

The next day I ventured out early and tried a croquette for breakfast. It is typically some meat or filling deep friend and served in a bun - kind of like a hotdog, but not really.

I happened to pass by the bar dedicated to the Beatles. The Beatles and John Lennon in particular were once popular in Cuba. Of course Castro thought that the Beatles epitomized the mindless vulgar western ideology and actually banned their music. It's been said that back in the 60's, Cuban's smuggled copies of "I Want to Hold Your Hand" into Cuba because they were yearning to experience the rock n' roll revolution that was taking place in the US. Later Castro recanted that he felt akin to John Lennon because of his dreams and ideas.

The attendant let me look inside and mentioned that at night there was a Beatles cover band that would play and that there would also be people signing Karaoke. I smelled a tourist trap so I decided right then that I would not be carooning to "Imagine" later on in the evening.

I stuck my head into to this local art gallery.

In almost every city I visited the was a local art gallery that displayed local artist work. I did not find any of it all that interesting or overly striking. It just seemed like much of the art I saw was thematic and not very original.

Ok, well this end of the outdoor shopping area had some original street art.

I came across this nook where there were a few food venders. The locals seemed to be standing in line for the fresh bread.

The tourists were standing in line for the ice cream cones.

I joined the line with the tourists and enjoyed this almond flavored ice cream cone for 2 pesos (8 cents).

There was a somewhat large line standing outside this storefront. I don't like to shop, but I sometimes like to walk through grocery or shopping stores just to see what local people buy.

This store was like a mini department store in that it had many smaller stores inside the one large store. Displayed here was some clothing.

Some bath products.

Some hardware products.

The cathedral was located at one corner of the central plaza. I've noticed that often in Cuba that the cathedrals are not one of the primary features of the central plaza, but are often off in a corner or even on a different street. I found this to be a contrast with many Latin American cities in which the cathedral is front and central on the main plaza. I don't know why.

Why walking around the outskirts of the city center I stumbled across this rather large and peculiar structure. There was a man standing outside just staring at the building… so of course I approached him and began a conversation.

He explained that the building was the San Francisco Convent that previously housed a sisterhood of nuns dating back to 1620. 

He shared that he was the caretaker and guard of the building. I took a few photos of the outside and started to walk away. He softly called me closer and said that if I wanted I could look around on the inside. Why not? I did look around the inside thinking that I might find some interesting Catholic frescos or religious artifacts. However, it was actually quite empty and stark on the inside. I guess that the nuns lived a pretty simple existence or the government had removed any of the religious symbols. There was a stairway that led to the second floor. On the second floor there were a number of empty rooms. Sometimes old vacant buildings are interesting and sometimes they are a little spooky. This building had be taken care of by the caretaker. It wasn't dirty, it wasn't clean, it wasn't scary, it was just empty.

I chatted with the caretaker for probably about 30 minutes. I asked him about the building, the history, the history of Bayamo, his life, his work. He was curious about where I had visited in Cuba and where I was planning to go. I shared a few stories about the places that I had traveled in Cuba. He asked if I had travel to other countries. Sometimes I'm a little reluctant to share my travel stories because I know that I have been very fortunate to travel to the places that I've visited and that there are other people that are not so fortunate. And while I almost always travel on a small budget, I'm still very privileged just to have the time and resources to travel. This gentile man was genuinely curious about the world outside of Bayamo and Cuba. Where could I begin…

After some time, I felt that it was time to leave. He asked me if I would take a photo of him and show it to the rest of the world. He said that he knew that he would never be able to leave Bayamo, so he wanted his photo to travel. I took his photo. I almost cried.

This particular afternoon it began to rain. An attendent of the park quickly took down the flag. Two little kids stood by and watched in amazement. It was one of those times that I wished that I was carrying my good camera with a zoom lens to capture the moment. The expression on the little boys face was priceless. 

Parked under an awning to protect it from the rain was this awesome handbuilt tricycle. If you looked closely you could see that every part of the tricycle was hand fabricated. I thought that it was awesome.

Since in was pouring rain all afternoon I decided to seek indoor entertainment. I mentioned that there was a normal cinema located off the park. There was also this video cinema near by. I did not fully understand how it worked, but I found out. There was a listing of films and times posted outside the cinema. I paid my 2 pesos for my ticket. I was then shown through a door. Inside there was a small room with maybe 25 seats, a window air conditioner, a tv and DVD player. The film was a US film called John Wick staring Keanu Reeves. I had not seen the film, but I think that it was released perhaps a year ago. So the video cinema basically played DVDs of semi recent releases and foreign films.

The experience was peculiar because some people showed up late and others left early. I was wondering if all of the patrons, all five of us, were really just trying to find an activity to avoid the rain.

I really enjoyed my time in Bayamo. The town was large enough to have a number of interesting sites and activities, but small enough to have approachable and friendly people. 

I asked a number of the locals where I should go next. I inquired if it was worthwhile to visit the nearby city of Holguin to the north or Las Tunas to the west. Many folks said that both of the towns were more touristic, but not really very significant. One person was honest enough to share with me that many male tourists go to Holguin and Las Tunas to find Cuban girlfriends. Interesting. I inquired if the tourists eventually get married to these girlfriends. He said, "No." In other words Holguin and Las Tunas had developed somewhat of a reputation for sex tourism. At first I was not sure if the locals were telling me the truth, which is sometimes hard to decipher in Cuba, or telling me tales of the neighboring provinces and cities out of rivalry or jealousy. I had begun to notice that many Cubans held fierce loyalty to their hometowns and provinces - wherever that might be. 

Later, I ran into traveler and asked her if she would recommend visiting Holguin or Las Tunas. She confided that she felt uncomfortable in both cities and confirmed that she saw what appeared to be a lot of overt sex tourism. I decided that I would seek a more legit location. The owner of the Casa at which I was staying mentioned that I might like to visit the town of Sancti Spiritus. I knew nothing about the town other than it was about 400km west along the Carretera Central (Central Highway). Sometimes you just don't know until you go.