A typical walk for me starts without a destination and without an agenda. At the first intersection, I decide almost subconsciously, which way to turn. I might see some interesting activity in one direction. Or, I might realize that I haven’t walked a certain street in a while. Of course, if I encounter a street that I think I haven’t been on before, I’ll choose that option.
When I’m in the right mood, I like to walk very slowly, stopping often to watch and see what is happening around me. I wonder where people are going, what they are doing, what they are buying, and what they are talking about. I want to know where they live and how they live.
Sometimes I feel badly for them, but often times I am impressed with their openness and honest good nature. People always ask about one’s family.
I make eye contact with people, hoping for a smile, a nod, a wave, or a few words.
I’m never disappointed.
These images were all made in one typical afternoon in Havana.
Well, if you’re an eight year old boy ……
You can jump over puddles.
Float your flip-flops.
I mean when it really rains.
Put the top up.
Try not to hydroplane.
Wash your futbol.
Wash your hair.
Wash your motorcycle.
Collect water for the toilet.
Run for cover.
Continued from : A Tornado In Havana
Just down the street from Rolando, we met Jose who also wanted to show us the tornado damage to his home.
Jose had worked laboriously to remove all the rubble from his home, but we could see where walls were missing.
Many of the rooms were now open to the elements.
Continued from ” A Tornado In Havana”
Rolando saw us walking in the street and motioned to us. “Come into my home and see the damage”
He led us through his home where 12 people were living the night the tornado struck. Luckily, no one was injured here.
Most of the rooms were missing roofs.
Some of the rooms were missing walls that had been blown apart.
Things that were saved are now covered with plastic sheeting to protect them from afternoon showers.
Family members. Some still in shock.
Still managing to smile.
Pushing a home-made cart with used roller bearings for wheels, this man covers a lot of ground collecting cardboard for recycling. I’m sure it doesn’t pay much, but in Cuba every little bit helps.
On this day, I found him almost 3 kilometers from his home in Centro Habana. Keep in mind that many streets are not good and his cart does not roll well.
Necessity is the mother of invention.
Somewhere under this pile of ropes, strings and flattened boxes is the cart he pushes daily.
Regla Is one of the many neighborhoods, or barrios, of Havana.
It’s across the bay from where the cruise ships dock. The easiest way to get there is on the ferry that runs back and forth all day long. For five pesos you can cross the bay in minutes.
The port of Regla. This building is in no better condition than any other building in Havana.
People walk the streets and try to stay cool.
Cheap rum and free conversation.
People shop for fruits and vegetables.
One of the attractions is Colina Lenin with its bronze likeness of the dictator embedded in the stone wall atop the hill. A series of steps lead to the top. An August noon-time hike will test one’s stamina. ( there is also a road)
Even the monument to communism is crumbling.
See a previous post on the hill of Lenin: