I experienced so much Harassment in Cuba, I had to write three whole posts about it! In this final instalment, strange men follow me numerous times and I get chased down in the street by a man who wants to ‘help’. Then a nice man turns very creepy in a cave and I almost cause a fight!
For me, Cuba was full of stories of harassment. Sometimes it was the ‘normal’ harmless but extremely annoying sexual harassment, other times it was more serious, with men insisting that they MUST talk to me, and not taking no for an answer. There was so much, it nearly sent me to a breaking point.
When people rave about Cuba, the one thing they don’t tell you is that there is an exceptional amount of harassment, especially if you’re a solo female. I often felt like I was walking around with a giant target painted on my forehead. In this first of a 3-part series, I’m here to tell you what you can expect.
By the time I’d been in Cuba for a couple of weeks, I’d had enough of the food. Too often I ate meals that were bland and overcooked, not to mention overpriced for what I was getting! So here, to save you the same difficulties, I am giving you my recommendations for where to eat in Cuba!
There it was, right in front of me, finally. The tocororo. Cuba’s national bird sat on a high branch, her red belly just about bursting with the effort and blue-green back shining in the sunlight. That was it. After five weeks, on my second-to-last day in Cuba I’d finally seen the elusive tocororo. My trip was complete. I could leave now.