Viva Cuba 


‘You’ve been to Cuba?’ Camp asked me after our first brews arrived and we got comfortable in our usual seats on the lovely Gibson’s harbour.

            ‘Yes, a couple of times. Once in January 2008, a few months before Cuba got hammered by a devastating hurricane season. Fay, Gustav and Ike swept through the island causing widespread damage to homes, schools and livelihoods and displaced thousands of people. The other time was over 2019 New Year. We stayed in a pre-revolution villa in Vedado and drove around in Taxis like celebrities. There were items missing every day from the grocery shelves. One day you could get eggs or not, the same with toilet paper or even beer. One time I was told that they were out of beer. Imagine that. All in all, we enjoyed the people, the city of Havana and the dramatic country side in Viñales.’ 

            ‘Obama opened the embassy in 2015 and he was relaxing relationships with Cuba, allowing more visits and exchanges of goods and money with expats. That didn’t last long because in 2017 Trump suspended most services following those unexplained incidents known as the Havana Syndrome, where embassy staffers experienced eerie sounds and troubling brain abnormalities. A sonic device was suspected as the cause but no evidence has ever been found,’ Camp said.

            ‘Weird,’ I said, ‘not what Cuba needed at the best of times.’

            ‘And here we are, 67 years after the revolution and the people in the whole beautiful island nation are in the worst situation ever. Trump stopping Venezuelan oil shipments to the island nation only helped to cripple their economy.’

            ‘I know. It’s a humanitarian disaster. Thousands of tourists cancelled their Cuba vacations, travel advisories told people to stay away; outbreaks of Dengue and Chikungunya, both mosquito born diseases, ravaged the island and then comes Trump with his imperialistic and arrogant ambitions.’        

‘Just the other day he blinked and allowed the Russian tanker ‘Anatoly Kolodkin’ with 730’000 barrels of oil into the port of Matanzas, postponing a human catastrophe, for now at least. Food is scarce and difficult to refrigerate; hospitals are cancelling surgeries because doctors and nurses can’t commute to work; clinics are struggling to provide care because of the frequent power outages; ambulances are parked because they have no fuel and the bankrupt state can’t afford to buy medicines and flights are cancelled due to the lack of jet fuel. Private vehicles have to wait up to a month for a tank of gas and taxis are allowed to fill up once a week. People are siphoning off some of that gas and selling it on the black market for $40 a gallon.’ 

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Horror Show


We’re on the cusp of Hallowe’en, the bizarre celebration of ghouls, monsters, skeletons and ghosts. Mostly the event is for kids who go door to door filling their bags with candies and sugar treats while their parents attend costume parties and dress up in weird and funny ways. 

‘Any chance Camp that you’re out to the Legion dance this Halloween? Maybe dressed as a book seller?’

‘Not a snowball’s chance in hell,’ Camp retorted. It’s enough that I have to stock books about grisly murders, Walpurgis night witches’ dances and Day of the Dead but I refuse to decorate my store with spider webs and skulls. ‘

While Hallowe’en celebrates fantasy horror and zombies, ‘the real horror show is playing out in today’s elections: from B.C. where the two parties are deadlocked to the nasty campaign of Trump and his cultish followers against common sense, decency and democracy.’ 

Camp shook his grey curls. ‘It is hard to fathom that Trump might be president again, despite his lousy record the first time. He oversaw the 3rd biggest debt increase of any president; he mismanaged the pandemic; he courted dictators like Putin and Kim Jong Un and when he lost the next election to Biden, he denied that he lost and then attempted to overthrow the government and prevent the certification of the vote. I know I’m ranting here but hell, he is the real ghoul that is haunting my dreams.’

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Cuba Revisited


Havana is a ruinous city, like an old prostitute covered in too much makeup to hide the pain and suffering, but yet resilient and full of life. The crumbling facades of the  wedding cake villas and opulent palaces of the former sugar barons and casino moguls, of the corrupt regimes before the revolution, bear witness to the ravages of time, decay and lack of money. Sixty years of neglect, coupled with numerous hurricanes and the salty fecundity of the climate is not a recipe for a well functioning infrastructure.

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Cuban Holiday


It’s been a mild winter so far here in Gibsons; no snow, no freeze ups, no icy roads. Mind you, winter isn’t over yet but so far so good, as the saying goes. The days are getting longer, about two minutes per day which translates into an hour per month.  Our small town is pretty well shuttered and most of the xmas decorations are coming down to be stashed for another year. I leave our gable lights up for the whole year and just unplug them.

Clare and I have been on an unusual holiday to Cuba

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