Two weeks ago I left Pakistan, hoping to see and know different countries in Latin America and the Caribbean, with some people I hold very close to my heart. The holiday was promising from the get-go not just because of the company – Latin America is a region I have long been obsessed with, for one reason alone: Cuba.
My obsession with Cuba stems from years of studying (under no duress from institutions) the revolution, the people, the cities and Che/Castro. In doing so the subject became so real to me that I never really had the nerve or the audacity to plan a trip to Cuba; when should it be? how would it be? for how long? how long would be enough? would any amount of time be enough? it was one of those distant, yet exciting dreams, the kind of dream that motivates you, intrigues you, ignites something within you… thus like any dream, I couldn’t plan it, it just had to happen to me.
A friend asked me whether Cuba met my expectations. It’s strange but I never had any expectations from Cuba; I always knew I would love it, no questions asked. I felt I knew those people; I knew those places; every inch of Havana steeped in a history of sacrifice so ripe, so raw and so beautiful that it made me never want to leave; every conviction so strong, every hope so tainted, every effort so honest, every conversation so meaningful, every handshake so genuine.
The past two weeks have taught me a few things – that no one can ever top what Lore and Miguelito have done for me (hah!); that the Pakistani passport is a curse; that immigration officers have a tough job; that some friends are just tailor-made to travel with you; that it is incredibly easy to survive without internet and telephones for days on end; that the new Pearl jam album is bloody brilliant; that fake teeth are unreliable; that the jet lag emanating from a 35 hour journey home may never leave me; that the waters in the Caribbean are bluer than blue and calmer than calm; that Colombian taxi drivers are great at giving guilt trips; that Venezuelan street art is incredible; that Aruba is better than it looks on your post card; that iguanas roam freely in Curacao; and that Panama City has a lot more to offer than you would think.
Most importantly however, I’ve learnt that dreaming may be what keeps us alive, but realising our dreams gives us new life.
Hello Karachi : )
Originally published on Facebook on November 1st, 2013.