First Sinner in Paradise
Anibal says living -in the north-has taught him how to climb with fingers numbed by cold stone...He still feels strongly connected to the climbing in Cuba and returns annually to play on the magnificent stone.
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“There are a ton of climbers here from the whole world, and many chicas as well, the weather is perfect and there are new routes. La vida es bella! Life is beautiful!”
That was the message – in its entirety – from AnÃbal Fernández, my friend, climbing and guiding partner, and Cuba’s most prominent climber. AnÃbal was a force of youthfulness and exuberance. It was easy for me to envision him as I sat at the computer reading the message from my snowbound Wyoming home in the winter of 2003: a 23-year -old Don Juan, blue-eyed, with long blond dreadlocks.
In 1999 I had been one of four U.S. climbers who were the first foreigners to go to Cuba to climb – and give bolts, drills, and gear for any Cuban climbers we could fine. On our last day of climbing, we had been joined by an earnest teenager with short cropped blond hair. We did not know it at the time, but AnÃbal had gone AWOL from the army and hitchhiked all day to climb with us. After I dropped AnÃbal in Havana, he went straight to the brig for two weeks. As he later told me, he was not going to miss his first genuine climbing experience, and he didn’t care what the army did to him.
Still, our first meeting and his trip to the brig didn’t clue me in to what was coming. Over the next decade, AnÃbal was to expose me to a redefinition of the term that each of us as climbers believe we know better than any other, “commitment.” Climbing is a freedom taken for granted in an open society. I was to see that to climb in an authoritarian country, however, takes a demoralizing and stiff-necked commitment to climbing.
The First Climber
AnÃbal’s upbringing was not typical, especially for crushingly poor, communist Cuba. AnÃbal’s mother, Esther, is an actress and director, who has travelled with stage productions to Europe and is accustomed to hosting cutting-edged artists. Esther also is a classic Spanish beauty, a triguena, with light olive skin and lustrous black hair. His father had been an army colonel and commanded Cubans troops in Africa. He chose to resign his military commission just months before he would be eligible for a lifetime pension, a telling act whose import was not lost on officials. Independence and tacit affirmations are family traits.
Fascinated by nature and the outdoors since his early teens, AnÃbal got involved in exploring river descents and deep caves. He learned about ropes, carabiners, bolts, and living outside, skills fundamental to the initial development of rock climbing.
AnÃbal says that “people actually cringed” when he, at 13, started to ask about the possibility of climbing in Cuba. “The whole idea seemed absurd,” he said, but “I was enough of a rebel to push forward and ignore the naysayers.”
AnÃbal recruited a small group of cavers who taught themselves to climb. He cut the seat belts from his dad’s Lada for a harness and bought some muddy ropes from other cavers. For instruction, they had a Petzl catalog. By the time foreigners arrived with real gear, AnÃbal and the other neophytes were toproping and using caving bolts, pitons and homemade chocks to lead their first routes.
“The entire story of how we actually learned to climb and managed to survive,” AnÃbal now says, “is tedious, but like every Cuban story, ours is loaded with passion, laughs, tears, blood, scars, friends, enemies, misunderstandings, exile, rhythm and romance.”
AnÃbal was to become Cuba’s strongest climber, and involved in every stage of the development of climbing in Cuba. He put up at least 200 routes.
Never one to work a route, AnÃbal’s hardest lead was a 5.12d. However, many of the classic multi-pitch, wildly overhanging climbs that define Cuba’s “sport climbing” are AnÃbal’s. I put “sport climbs” in quotes, because many have a big wall character and require techniques like tag ropes and back clipping on rappel.
Babalú Ayé, for example, is a touchstone of all climbs in Cuba (5.10d/6b). The 150m high and 400m wide central wall is hung with massive tufas and suspended stalactites that appear as gargoyles when seen from afar. It feels remote: no other routes or climbers; it is far from town or villages; and from its belays, there are views across a hundred-square miles of rolling, verdant farmlands and forest.  It’s a bolted adventure in an imposing setting, with steep moves and challenging descents.
AnÃbal himself can’t pick a favorite or most memorable route. Instead he recalls a route named Ashe Oggun in a remote valley, far from the climbing center of Viñales. “Four pitches at 5.11, no bolts except the third belay, and never been repeated,” is his description. “That’s how I would like to climb, always, onsight, first ascent, clean, at my limit, finding the route up a nice unclimbed wall, with a good friend . . . and no audience!”
Over a decade, AnÃbal motivated and mentored an entire generation of Cuban climbers. In Cuba, with leadership came responsibilities. Almost all donated gear went to him, and he alone was trusted to distribute it to neophytes and not horde or exploit it, as he could so easily have done. His activism helped to create strong, independent groups of climbers in La Habana and Viñales. Individual climbers in remote provinces were training on wedges nailed to trees and inviting AnÃbal to come and explore their local, unclimbed crag.
Paradox in Paradise
Nothing signaled that climbing had arrived in Cuba, and in big way, than a poster that appeared all over Cuba of AnÃbal climbing Mucho Pumpito in the Viñales Valley. British climber and writer Mikey Robertson called Mucho Pumpito “the best 5.10 I’ve ever done, and in the top 5 of all climbs.” Lynn Hill said it’s “the juggiest climb I’ve ever done.” But she added, “It is so overhanging that if there weren’t jugs, the climb would be astronomically harder!”
Big, eye-catching photos on a two feet by four feet poster of AnÃbal’s near horizontal body, with his long blond hair hanging straight down, it clearly exposed the radically overhanging angle of Mucho Pumpito. Flashy, beefcake, hedonist, the poster of AnÃbal was far from the norm in Cuba, where billboards, posters, even graffiti on the sides of building are restricted to socialist exhortation for productivity and sacrifice. The poster was an advertisement for “Hollywood”, a brand of cigarettes. Cigarette and beer ads seem to be the exception to socialist stoicism.
In Cuba, there are few celebrities. Certainly there is that fellow with the beard who has been Maxim Leader for 50 years, but whose name is rarely spoken — just stroke your chin, everyone will know who you mean. Perhaps the stars of the current Cuban TV soap opera. That’s about it.
For a few months, a 23-year old Cuban climber was a recognizable celebrity. During that time, AnÃbal and I were leading a group on an eco-tour. We stopped at a souvenir shop in Trinidad. There on the wall behind the young Cubana at the register was the Hollywood poster. She started out by speaking in English to AnÃbal, and before he could correct her, I said to her in Spanish, he’s not only Cuban, he’s on that poster behind you. It was as if that other celebrity (stroke chin) had walked into the store.
All was not perfect, however. AnÃbal was bold, jubilant, and outspoken. Asking questions drove him out of college in just a few weeks. Cubans like him, who had grown up knowing only the Revolution (always in caps and always only the Revolution), learned to accept things as they were, be as they said, “a Cuban with crossed arms” – mum and consenting.
Even his defiant deadlocks got AnÃbal in trouble. In Viñales, our climbing retreat, with all the cloak-and-dagger of a small town, the local police told AnÃbal that they “knew” all rastrafarians used drugs. But then, the same cops also told us that they “knew” all climbers needed drugs to climb – how else could they risk their lives! It was too easy for us to ridicule their groaners and shrug them off.
Cuban climbers have been harassed and threatened by an officialdom that can’t decide whether it will “authorize” climbing, and pretends that until it does “authorize”, it isn’t an appropriate activity for Cubans. Foreigners, however, are free to climb.
Eventually, even his 15 minutes of fame and his voracious drive to put up breathtaking route in a virgin area could not hold AnÃbal in Cuba. AnÃbal had been run from Viñales and jailed for days. Even his mother had to concede he was living on borrowed time. Any misstep, even unspoken defiance like his father, would put him in prison. He left Cuba.
He currently resides in Toronto, with his wife, Kerry, and dog, Oso, far from the subtropical jungles of his youth. AnÃbal says living “en el norte”, in the north, has taught him how to climb with fingers numbed by cold stone, to sling up a bear bag while camping, and to wait patiently for his next climbing trip. He stills feels strongly connected to the climbing in Cuba and returns annually to play on the magnificent stone.
Listen to AnÃbal Fernández’ words, and reflect on your own commitment to climbing:
I suffer everyday for “having” to live away from my island and my people, from that seductive chaos that is life in Cuba. I hate having to become something else, learn new manners, follow new schedules. I never wanted to emigrate. I can’t help but feeling in exile. Every day there isn’t a moment when I would not leave it all and return to La Habana, but I could never accept being persecuted. I am getting used to carrying the island around with me.
When AnÃbal told me that, I was climbing with the third generation of Cuban partners, the previous ones having escaped from Cuba – until that is, officials banned me from Cuba as well. I had become too prominent as one who had helped AnÃbal to create an independent Cuban climbing community, free of control or dependence, and the primary developers of climbing in Cuba.
I too am an exile. Cuba remains at the heart of our lives.
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Bio: In 2009, Armando Menocal and AnÃbal Fernández published their guidebook, Cuba Climbing (quickdrawpublications.com). Armando Menocal was born in the USA, but his roots are in Cuba. His great-grandmother was a cousin of Mario GarcÃa-Menocal, a rebel who fought to liberate Cuba from Spanish rule and governed as President of Cuba from 1912 to 1921. In 1990, he founded The Access Fund, the largest organization of climbers in the US. In 2009, Armando started Access Pan Am, a grassroots effort of climbers, organizations, and corporate supporters to keep climbing areas open and protect the climbing environment in all the Western Hemisphere.