Another -20°C Via Azul bus ride later and we were at Frank’s minimalistic, modern flat in Vedado (not far from the recently resurrected US Embassy), which we’d booked via AirB&B. (Actually, my sister had booked it from the US because you can’t actually book via AirB&B from within Cuba.)
We spent our last day in Cuba at the Museum of the Revolution. They charge 8CUC (about US$10) to visit a museum that they definitely haven’t updated/cleaned/renovated since the fall of the Soviet Union (the exhibit goes chronologically from the 1950’s-90’s). The only other thing in the museum is an exhibit about Russia’s wildlife, a caricature about how American presidents have “helped” solidify “socialism” in Cuba, and a dark, dank cafeteria with a scarce (and odd) offering of Cuban beer, Cuban cigarettes, a 2017 Cuba calendar, and Nestlé ice cream…
We can certainly understand and support how and why the revolution took place in the late 50’s, but after spending 2 weeks in Cuba in 2016, some of the highlights of the museum seemed like a (sick) joke. For example, their pride of having nationalized the Telephone company in 1959 and “bringing the prices down for the common people”. (Phone calls cost over a dollar a minute in Cuba.) The explanation of the “economic and cultural perfection between 1974-1990” which one might translate to “complete dependence on the wealthy Soviet Union”. There is a tank at the front of the museum and a tank at the back of the muesum, both claiming to be THE tank that Fidel used to shoot down the Yankee-imperialist CIA-backed Houston at the Bay of Pigs.
We had our final dinner at the Los Nardos restaurant, connected to wifi at the malecón, and headed back to the flat for our last night of our 3-month trip. My how time flies when you’re having fun!