Living without the Internet

The single biggest culture-shock inducing reality in Cuba is the whole Internet situation.

I wrote about the Cuban Internet in my Computerworld column today:

I'm old enough to remember life as an adult before the web existed. And I also remember when the Internet was slow and something one did occasionally, rather than constantly.

Over the past couple of decades or so, like so many others, I've grown accustomed to using the Internet for hours every day, and having an Internet connection available at all times. This reality is so integrated into our lives that we scarcely notice it.

Until we're forced to go without. As in Cuba.

Connecting in Cuba involves buying a ticket that gives you a username and password. Then you have to find a reliable WiFi hotspot, and connect while the clock is ticking. In our case, it's a mile walk to the nearest hotspot. With the exception of a tiny minority of elites, nobody in Cuba has home Internet. And no businesses can offer it -- no restaurants, cafes, cybercafes.

That means at our apartment, at restaurants, while walking around or while riding in a car, there's simply no possibility of going online. It's weird. And hard (in a first-world, entitled kind of way).

It's especially hard in a place that raises so many questions, such as: Who is that guy with Che on that giant propaganda poster? What is the exchange rate? Where was that restaurant again? And above all: Where's the nearest WiFi hotspot?

I have to do what I did in the 70s and 80s: accept ignorance, delay gratification and get used to simply being unreachable.

(Picture shows Cubans using government WiFi.)

The view from our Havana apartment

Our apartment building is the tallest on the block and we're on the 4th floor of the 5-story building. Which means we have a great view!

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Our awesome apartment in Havana

Amira found this great little apartment in Havana. We're really enjoying the apartment and the location. It's also on the 4th floor with a balcony, so the view is really nice.

How they fumigate in Cuba

We got run out of our Havana apartment this morning. Here's what happened.

The woman we rent from suddenly told us that the fumigators were downstairs and that we had to leave the building immediately. (Cuba is super freaked out about the Zika virus.)

The way they do it in Cuba is that a team of fumigators, each with four or five policemen, shows up at an apartment and tells everyone to get out. Cubans have about a minute to vacate. (Our host pleaded with the fumigators to give us slow-moving visitors an extra minute or two.)

She told us to pack all our belongings into cupboards and advised us to leave as soon as possible. So we did.

Outside, the street was foggy with pesticides. Every nearby block had at least one team of fumigators and cops.

The cops are there to arrest anyone who doesn't vacate.

The fumigators enter every apartment, and go room to room spraying pesticide.

Our host promised to change the sheet and clean up for us.

(The picture shows the kitchen and dining room in our Havana apartment.)

Coffee at the Hotel Nacional de Cuba

This place is so fancy that even the saucers have their own saucers. We lingered for hours sipping on beverages and listening to live music.

In the far background, you can see workers painting in advance of President Obama's visit Monday. We hung out until midnight, and they never stopped working.

Cuba has two currencies

Cuba has two currencies: The Cuban Convertible Peso, or CUC (which is for tourists) and the Cuban Peso, or CUP (which is for Cubans). Although tourists aren't really supposed to use CUPs, we do anyway. It's the only way to pay for one of those amazing old Chevys used as shared-ride taxis.

The old cars of Cuba

These old American cars used to predominate in Cuba. Nowadays, they're in the minority. Every once in a while, though, you can catch a shot like this with a cluster of old cars.

I'm off to Cuba!

We just boarded our flight.

My office today: The Cancun International Airport

I'm catching up on some email and doing a little research at the Cancun airport. We're about to take off and fly to Cuba!

I'm loving Google's Project Fi, by the way. Amira and I are both using my new Nexus 5X phone as a WiFi hotspot from our iPhones, and it's fast and easy.

I'm not sure when or how often I'll be able to post from Cuba -- Internet connectivity is hard to come by, and even when you can find it, it's as slow as the WiFi at Peet's.

The stuff delusion

Try to hold in your mind the quantity of "stuff" you own. I'm talking about everything -- kitchen stuff, bedroom stuff, garage stuff, attic stuff, stuff that holds or contains other stuff. Imagine the size of the storage unit that could contain all your stuff.

Got it?

OK. I think you're wrong. I think you've got three times more stuff than you think.

I based this estimate based on my own experience with actually putting all my stuff into storage.

The picture here show one of two storage units that contain all our possessions, except for the stuff we're carrying with us in our backpacks.

I would never have fit everything into these two units. My son, Kevin, is really good at packing things like this, and managed to do it somehow.

It took us several days of packing and moving and all that while I'm thinking the same thing I think every time we do this: Where did all this stuff come from and why do we have it?

When you mentally inventory your possessions, you think of the big things: furniture, books, clothes, linen supplies, tools, kitchen appliances, dishes, glasses, utensils.

But when you actually try to move everything, you find yourself confronting a blizzard of random, uncategorizable items that are less than valuable and more than garbage: Weird office supplies of dubious utility, random paperwork, strange backpacks and containers and the detritus of countless interrupted hobbies, seasonal sports and failed projects.

You realize how much money you spend on content. If you have 150 books you don't want to keep, and if these were purchased at an average price of $24.95, you realize that you've spent $3,700 on them and now you can't sell the lot for more than a couple hundred bucks. It's a small price to pay for knowledge, but still. It makes me appreciate libraries.

When we did this a few years ago, I literally threw away hundreds of CDs, which I probably spent an average of $15 dollars each on.

When we try to downsize or go nomadic, we start by trying to get organized, and sell, give away or throw away the stuff we don't love. But as the deadline draws near, our processing becomes more slapdash and harried, and by the end we're just shoveling stuff into boxes to be dealt with during some unspecified move in the future.

The process of moving into storage units clarifies that there are three categories of stuff: 1) the stuff you need, which you pack into backpacks and take with you; 2) the stuff you love; and 3) the stuff you neither need nor love.

That third category constitutes the bulk of possessions. And it's so easy to get rid of in theory, but so hard in practice.

This is everything

We're all packed up. These three bags contain all my possessions for the next who-knows-how-long. Nearly all our stuff is in storage (Kevin was able to use his Tetris skills to somehow cram all our furniture and boxes into two medium-size storage units, packed to the ceilings.) After we finish up with the house, we'll stay at a hotel near the airport, then fly out tomorrow. I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, here's a column I wrote for Computerworld (posted today) about my 10-year history with trying to go nomad. 

We're ready for take-off

All our stuff is packed into storage and Amira and I are ready to go nomad again. This time, I'll have this web site to capture our adventures day-to-day, and hopefully attract a community around the nomadic lifestyle. I'll be actively posting on this blog, so come back every day for new updates. We leave Tuesday (March 15), and we're heading South (details coming in the next post). In the meantime, please enjoy “Becoming Nomad.” And shoot me an email if you have any thoughts or ideas.