Our man in Havana: music, mojitos and swearing in Spanish | Travel

The grand home windows of Casa Almson are flung broad, the commerce winds providing a mild breeze off the Florida straits because the solar descends throughout Havana, and I’m studying Spanish. “Anoche, yo fui en un nightclub de mala fama,” I say. WAAAAHK. “What the hell was that?” I retreat to English. “Was that a duck?”

Alma, mi profesora, cocks her head and listens because the creature makes one other grievance.


“It’s a goose,” she decides. “They’re making a Santería ritual.” She is referring to the creole faith of Cuba.

“Not good news for the goose then?” I ask, and she or he shakes her head.

At Christmas, I packed in my job to write down a guide in Havana. If you say mid-life disaster, I’m flattered you suppose I’m so younger. I rented an condominium on the sixth ground of a lovely, if put-upon constructing in Centro Habana, probably the most frayed a part of the Cuban capital.

‘We rush to the balconies to watch ships steaming in.’ Waves crash alongside the Malecon in Old Havana. Photograph: Rachel Lewis/Getty Images/Lonely Planet Images

Part of the plan was to immerse myself within the metropolis, and really rapidly life on the streets was tugging at me. On the primary day, a person leaning in opposition to a wall stated: “Mi amigo, what are you looking for?” I wasn’t actually certain the place to begin with a query like that, so I ended and nearly bought run over by a 1952 Chrysler.

Getting to the condominium requires taking a elevate just like the one which delivers Mickey Rourke to hell within the movie Angel Heart. The operators, Juan and Miriam, take turns. They shut the gate and up we trundle within the cage, passing washed-out home windows, naked bulbs and gritty flooring. Juan performs Bryan Adams at deafening quantity, and Miriam is so hungry she hasn’t the energy to press the button, so we begin giving her breakfast.

Beware falling masonry: La Maravilla building in the old town.

Beware falling masonry … La Maravilla constructing within the outdated city. Photograph: Rachel Lewis/Getty Images/Lonely Planet Images

Once inside, Casa Almson provides up excessive ceilings, elegant cornicing, barely disreputable artwork and balconies on each facet. It’s a chic platform from which to look down on town.

I’m joined by my pal Chris, who is ending a guide on the opioid disaster within the US, and we write within the mornings. Once shortly, Chris shouts and we rush to the balconies to look at ships steaming in – they glide previous the Morro Castle and into Havana bay, sounding their sirens as they come.

The home just isn’t a refuge, although. The avenue comes up and in. There is the fixed rumble of the 1950s automobiles, the shouts of hawkers promoting every part from meat to peanuts to water. There are arguments, laughter and, in fact, music.

One afternoon, once more throughout my Spanish lesson, a livid row breaks out subsequent door, each phrase audible by the effectively of the constructing. “You know how the eskimos have 100 words for snow?” says mi profesora. “Well, we Cubans have 100 words for dick.”

Interior of Casa Almson, Havana

‘High ceilings, slightly disreputable art and balconies on every side.’ Casa Almson, Havana

In the afternoons, I depart Chris to write down, and go on adventures. Sometimes it’s sufficient simply to stroll. It’s one of many few cities within the world the place you may saunter up the center of the highway. The bici-taxis swerve spherical me, asking the place I wish to go as I watch individuals shout as much as buddies on the upper flooring, who then decrease baskets for his or her provisions.

“You know why everyone walks in the centre of the road?” a buddy tells me. “It’s because there is a real danger of falling masonry.” It is true, town is falling to items, however one other Cuban buddy will say, “Don’t look at the buildings, look at the people.”

It’s exhausting not to take a look at each. From the mad hubbub of Centro, I wander into Vedado, a lovely outdated neighbourhood of villas. On the extra elegant streets, historical jaguey bushes drip vines whereas their roots tear up the paving stones. Here it’s potential to see a bit of the lives being led behind the 19th-century facades, the place Habaneros battle with shortages and forms by gripping on to tradition and, the occasional swearword aside, an immense good humour.

At sundown I’m again in Casa Almson studying Spanish, however typically mi profesora is away, and Chris and I am going and sit on the wall of the Malecón, the highway that edges the ocean, or else discover ourselves within the backyard on the Nacional, probably the most august lodge within the metropolis, consuming mojitos.

Where as soon as consuming was a trial in Havana, now it’s all alternative. Using a crib sheet supplied by expat travel specialist Toby Brocklehurst, we go seeking the perfect Havana now provides, very good eating places akin to La Corte del Principe the place the ceviche is world class, or else San Cristóbal, the place Barack Obama took Michelle throughout their 2016 go to, and which is only some yards from Casa Almson.

Writer Ruaridh Nicoll watches the sunset in Havana, Cuba.

‘In the afternoons I go on adventures.’ Ruaridh Nicoll watches the sundown

And from there, as town cools to nighttime, La Fábrica de Arte calls. It is a cultural centre that has change into an ideal nightspot. Created out of an outdated cooking oil manufacturing unit by Afro-Cuban musician X Alfonso, it attracts anybody searching for a very good time, and all disappear into the warren the place in a single place there’s an artwork gallery, one other a reside music stage, elsewhere a membership, and many secret little rooms the place hidden conversations happen.

It’s normally the early hours earlier than town quietens. Beyond the shuttered home windows of the home, there may be the faintest whisper of music from a membership or passing automobile. But the evening the goose bought it, the Santería initiates spilled on to the streets and commenced a singing competitors, outdoing one another with their unaccompanied ballads, clearly having fun with their voices bouncing off the for as soon as silent streets.

For some time I laughed, however then I rolled over and put earplugs in. Sometimes one wants a break from full immersion.

Way to go

Journey Latin America provides 11 days in Havana, Viñales and Trinidad, from £1,784pp, together with flights from Gatwick, transfers, lodging, breakfast, excursions and vacationer card visa. Casa Almson is €70 an evening for 4 sharing two rooms, however a reduction could be negotiated for journeys of over two weeks. To use Toby Brocklehurst’s companies go to

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