When it rains in Havana, like any other tropical location, it pours. Good things happen, though. The rain is channeled off roofs and washes the streets; helping to eliminate the smell of garbage, dog waste, and the stuff that oozes out of some buildings.
The rain also provides a chance for children to play and cool off.
The cold hard truth is:
At least 7 adults use this toilet and shower stall.
There is no water here.
They carry their own water to bathe.
They carry their own water to flush.
Actually, most residents use a five gallon bucket in their own space and then use the toilet as no more than a hole in the ground.
Tanya is 45 years old. She and Michel live next to Regla. Neither has a job. The only work in old Havana is in the tourist industry and one needs connections to get hired.
Michel lugs drinking water to the third floor for Tanya and some of their neighbors.
Their Kitchen area.
Some of their possessions.
A table and a bed.
Cheap cigarettes and cheap rum help pass the days.
Caburni is the largest waterfall in cuba.
It’s located in the Topes de Collantes Natural Park, just west of Trinidad, Cuba
The river drops almost 200 feet over numerous slides and cascades.
It’s slightly over a 4 mile round trip hike with about 1300 feet of vertical descent.
The trail is steep in spots and somewhat slippery, but easy to follow. The humidity makes the climb back out seem worse than it really is.
We had to walk a bit on the paved road to reach the trail-head.
Some of the geological formations on the trail.
I’m often asked: Is it changing?
In Habana Vieja and Centro Habana there are many ongoing construction projects, including building new hotels and refurbishing or rebuilding old hotels.
For the past year there has been a concerted effort to upgrade the electric service by removing the wires from sidewalks and them placing underground. Also the water lines are being replaced with new plastic pipe.
As a side note: There is no water pressure in the homes as we know it. The water is supplied to the streets by the government. The people then have to pump the water to cisterns or plastic tanks on the roofs of their buildings. From here it is gravity fed to kitchens and baths in people’s apartments.
Of course the haphazard trench digging down the middle of heavily used streets creates problems. Garbage cannot be collected and people have nowhere to safely walk.
I did find some children who were having a good time though. They were playing in some fresh, clean sand used to bury the lines.
We arrived in Trinidad during a water shortage. It seems as though there was very little water pressure. The holding tanks on the roofs of people’s homes were running dry. I later learned that it was a recurring problem and the men of the town had a solution. Water was delivered in an assortment of vehicles and pumped into the holding tanks.