Dan and I enjoyed our previous cruise along California’s
coast, during which we learned that the destination and journey were
equally interesting. For this year’s
cruise, December seemed like the ideal month to escape the stresses of life and
the Cleveland winter and head for warmer climes. Not
wanting to be away too long, we chose a five-night Caribbean cruise on Royal
Caribbean’s Majesty of the Seas, with stops in Key West and Havana, Cuba.
At dinner each night, we had the same waiter
and assistant, Cany from India and Shandy from the Philippines, in the Starlight
dining room. The food there was never
less than very good and at times excellent, if a bit mainstream. Each course was delivered with optimal timing
– we were neither left waiting nor feeling rushed. The Windjammer buffet was about what one
would expect of a mid-level buffet restaurant.
We only used it for quick breakfasts and our initial meal after
boarding. Again, the attentiveness of
the service will win over all but the most jaded. There are a few more options for the hungry:
Sorrento’s offers nearly round the clock pizza of middling quality; Compass
Deli has Continental breakfast, lunch sandwiches (including about the best
egg-salad sandwich I’ve ever eaten) and light desserts; and Johnny Rockets – a
1950s style burger joint which costs extra.
I would not recommend the latter.
In the end, I thought of Majesty as akin to
an old pair of leather shoes: a bit scuffed, maybe resoled a few times, but
familiar, and comfortable to walk in for miles.
Dan and our transportation
Most cruises schedule LGBT+ mixers and this
was no exception. But the location, the
rather loud Schooner bar, was not suited and an enterprising cruiser (we never
found out who) posted a “friends of Dorothy” mixer in the Viking bar, where we
made some interesting new friends. This
was an opportunity to meet people of similar interests, without resorting to a
chartered gay cruise, which tends to be ridiculously expensive, decadent, and
would not appeal to Dan or me.
After a full day of cruising Tuesday, we docked
in Key West
early Wednesday morning. The only
previous time I’d been in Key West was 1979 – when I was 12 years old. I visited with my father, his mother, and my
sister. Over the years I’d heard and
read much about Key West, but never got around to visiting. Dan and I disembarked from Majesty at 8:30,
made a quick trip to CVS to pick up a few supplies, and then headed to the Little White House. Our tour guide, Bill, was knowledgeable as he
showed us around the house. It was charming
to see how modestly earlier Presidents vacationed as opposed to current
times. The tour included a documentary
video about President Truman’s numerous visits here – I was surprised to learn
he’d returned to Key West as late as 1969.
(Less welcome was the large amount of Trump oriented items in the museum
gift shop. Anyone who claims Truman
would be a Republican or would have supported the likes of Donald Trump has no
grasp of history or of Truman’s political views. The 33rd President was so far to
the left economically that he would align closely with Bernie Sanders. He was for nationalized health care (aka
Single-Payer), called for a broad-based Civil Rights bill, desegregated the
military, and favored a top tax rate of 90%.
He almost lost the election of 1948 for the above positions. He was also strongly against Russian
expansionism and would be aghast at the way many Republicans are now catering
to Vladimir Putin and his oligarchs.)
At the Little White House
By the time our tour had completed, stores
were beginning to open and we stopped for a quick snack at Glazed Donuts &
Red Buoy Coffee. Then we walked the
length of Duval Street and saw some interesting, as well as disturbing
sights.
Key West is a popular LGBT destination, but
many ways represents a crasser side of gay “culture” that does not appeal to
me. Dan and I strolled by T-shirt shops featuring
clothing we’d never wear in public, and saw a rather pathetic old man in a
bizarre S&M Christmas getup. I’ve
been out of the closet since I was 18, am unafraid to hold my husband’s hand in
public, but have no desire to cater to the lowest common denominator – no
matter the location.
After a bit of shopping, it was time for
lunch. Our initial selection, Sloppy
Joes, was overly crowded, so we found a nearby Mexican restaurant, Amigos,
where we enjoyed lunch before heading back to the ship in anticipation of our
cruise’s main event – 90 miles south.
On Duval Street
I was too excited to sleep much that night,
and by 5:30am I was on deck as our ship quietly made her way into Havana
Harbor. There was very little traffic on
the Malecon, save for a classic car which honked at us as the driver
waved. I waved back. After snapping some pictures, I went to grab
breakfast with Dan before we encountered numerous instances of “hurry up &
wait”. We made our way to the theatre,
then waited at least a half-hour before we departed the ship. The lines at Sierra Maestra terminal moved at
a reasonable pace, the border agent stamped my passport, took my photo, and
welcomed me to Cuba. Dan and I changed
our money for Cuban CUCs – the currency designated for tourists. (To get a better rate, before leaving
Cleveland, Dan had changed his money for Euros and I changed mine for Canadian
dollars.) Then it was more waiting until
we boarded our tour bus and met our guide, Daily (pronounced DYE-lee). She was very knowledgeable as she guided us
to the Cristo de la Habana statue, La Cabaña fortress, Colon Cemetery,
San Jose market
(where the vendors can haggle like born capitalists), and the Plaza de la Revolución. Although by now the official tour was
complete, Daily offered to extend it, and those of us who opted to stay on were
driven to La Moneda Cubana – one of the
private restaurants that have sprung up in Cuba in recent years. Meals there run about $20 per person, and Dan
and I enjoyed about the best meal we’ve ever had at that price point. To top
things off, we were even treated to live music.
Truly an experience!
Entering Havana Harbor
Havana's statue of Christ - who looks like
he's holding a cigar in one hand and a mojito in the other
The meal at La Monda Cubana - about to be consumed
Dan with our tour guide
My overall impression of Havana was that of a
city which has definitely seen better days, but that’s on the mend (new
construction and refurbishment of existing structures were happening all
around). The infrastructure was not as
bad as we’d been told, and some of the roads are in better shape than their Ohio
counterparts. The most disappointing
site was the constant presence of litter, and I saw several people – not
tourists – tossing wrappers to the ground.
Nonetheless, the Cubans we encountered were nice to each other and to
newcomers alike. We plan to return.
Our time in Havana was originally scheduled
to run from Thursday at 8:00am until Friday at 1:00pm. Owing to weather conditions, that was not to
be, and we left Thursday at 6:30pm. So,
Dan and I were unable to sample Havana’s nightlife or explore the city much
beyond our scheduled tour. On the other
hand, there were those whose tours were cancelled. The weather diversion turned out to be a
blessing in disguise, as the Majesty’s sister ship, Empress of the Seas, also
diverted, undertook a rescue operation
that saved the lives of two sailors who’d been lost for 20 days.
After a windy Friday at sea, Dan and I
disembarked Saturday morning. As our
flight wasn’t scheduled until 9:00 that evening, we had plenty of time to kill. On the advice of our fellow gay travelers, we
decided to check out Wilton Manors, known for its gay community. What
was intended as a diversion became some of the most enjoyable time of our
trip. Our first stop was Java Boys for some coffee and
pastries. Then we stopped at Georgie’s Alibi where we enjoyed
drinks and a performance by some very talented drag performers. Unlike some gay men, Dan and I are not hung
up on ourselves and our masculinity is not threatened by the drag scene. I don’t think I’d ever be happy in a place
like Winton Manors. Variety in all its
forms – food, surroundings, leisure, people – has always been the spice in my
life. But it’s a lovely place to visit.
With some new friends
Our flight home was delayed, giving us extra
time to conclude that Fort Lauderdale has about the worst airport
this side of La Guardia. Terminal
restaurants are generic fast food. There
was one charging station which was out of order. I’ll never complain about Hopkins again.
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