There are so many ways that traveling to Cuba feels like you going back in time. One of the most obvious is that it is still primarily an all cash economy, especially for visitors from the United States. American issued ATM and credit cards do not work at all. So that means traveling with quite a good deal of cash. Even though I was on a group tour, and most expenses were prepaid (with the exceptions of dinners and evening activities) it was recommended that we bring $125/day for spending money. Furthermore, the casas where I stayed didn’t have safes in the room, leading to a bit of anxiety at first, but once I was there I felt completely secure in both homes. I ended up not needing nearly as much as I brought, but when you can’t use a credit card or ATM, better safe than sorry.
Cuba has 2 distinct currencies–one primarily for locals known as the Cuban peso (CUP) or moneda nacional (MN) and one primarily for tourists, the Cuban convertible peso (CUC). The CUC is pegged to the US dollar at 1:1, minus a 13% tax and exchange fee (or slightly less on the black market) and 1 CUC=24 CUP. In my time there, I only used CUCs. The one thing that you continually hear in Cuba is that monthly salaries are approximately $20-30/month, meaning that ambitious people will do whatever they can to interact with tourists so they can get their hands on CUCs or foreign currency. I am not sure what food and basic necessities cost, but that salary certainly doesn’t allow for any luxuries. The taxi driver who took me to the airport when I left (who was unnecessarily chatty at 6:30 AM but seemed happy that I spoke Spanish) said that he makes more than his wife who is a doctor. That’s not hard to imagine, since I believe the going rate from central Havana to the airport is about 25 CUC (I didn’t pay him directly, as it was included in the price of my tour) so with a few trips back and forth to the airport the taxi driver easily surpasses his wife’s salary.
I did see some begging on the street, but less than in many other places, including New York. There was quite a bit of “Amiga, tiene un caramelo para mi hijo?” (My friend, do you have a candy for my child?) I know that many travelers to poor countries bring small gifts and candy to hand out to kids. It’s one thing if you are giving a present to a specific child that you know, but randomly tossing candy to people only perpetuates this kind of behavior. There was also some aggressive selling going on in the craft markets, both in Havana and Trinidad. Ebony and I continually remarked to each other how much more likely we were to patronize the vendors who were less pushy, and in fact when we told that to a lovely young woman who let us shop at her booth without hovering over us, we practically moved her to tears (not to mention that she made a sale from Ebony).
The day after the US and Cuba reopened their embassies, I wanted to buy the local newspaper, Granma, to see the Cuban coverage of the event. I found an elderly lady selling it in the street for 1 CUC. I figured that this was an inflated price (I later learned it actually costs 15 cents) but was willing to pay it. I only had a 3 CUC bill and gave it to the woman, waiting for my change. When it became apparent that she had no intention of giving me any, I asked for it and heard a sob story about how she needed money for food and to buy medicine for her diabetes. At that moment I decided that the equivalent of $2 would make more of a difference in her life than in mine and let it go, but did wonder about her financial situation and how well the government helps take care of people in her situation.
Every taxi ride was a negotiation. I wouldn’t get into a taxi without asking Ebony or one of the Cubans what the ride should cost. Then I would give the driver my destination and ask what the ride would cost, would invariably be quoted a price up to double what I was told it should be, and start to walk away. At that point the driver would ask me how much I wanted to pay, would say the amount I was told, the driver would say OK, and I’d finally get in the taxi. I’m sure that the prices I ended up paying were still inflated, just not as much as they could have been.
I have no doubt that as tourism increases, prices of locally made souvenirs (which are very reasonably priced) will increase, begging will increase, and taxi prices will increase. Ah, capitalism.