Stories of Con Games and the Conned

May 29, 2012 | Print Print |

Tourist Tales from Cuba

By VICENTE MORIN AGUADO

HAVANA TIMES – Here are some stories of scams in the only country in the world with a dual currency.

From among many memories and anecdotes I have compiled, I can’t forget that man who was sitting in the park, which I cut through every day so that I could arrive early to work and the day’s first obligations.

It was evident that he urgently desired to speak with someone. You could see it in his eyes and in the anxiety of his gesture as he interrupted my hurried passing and asked me haltingly, “Do you speak English?” to which I responded with an emphatic, “Yes, I do!”

We quickly covered the routine questions about his country and city – the remote Vancouver, far from Havana – to arrive rapidly at the reason for his urgency: it was a Cuban bill of the type known as “Convertible Pesos,” which at that time had a one-to-one equivalency with the U.S. dollar.

Since I, too have suffered at being swindled, I quickly read in his face that insecurity you feel when something isn’t quite right, and you realize that you may have just done something you shouldn’t. For a Cuban, one look at the bill revealed that it was a fraud, since someone had very clearly written “One Hundred” where it previously said “One”.

If you observed the front of the bill, the lack of grammatical agreement was also evident: it spoke of “a peso”, and you couldn’t add the phrase “convertible pesos” since the reference appears first in the singular and then changes to plural.  This detail plainly reinforced the notion of a falsification.

The Canadian looked at me with expectation, and I, having noted the details above, struggled to find a way of confronting the consummated facts.  At last I found the courage to tell him that, unfortunately, he had been swindled.

In my best English I tried to explain the issue to him, although by now there was no possible solution. We could only determine exactly what had happened and come to some conclusions.  This last process is like scratching a wound, but the man lived up to the reputation of his fellow citizens and accepted the challenge.

It turned out that one of those people of very poor scruples underneath what may be an acceptable appearance offered him “the advantage” of a “one to one” exchange between Canadian dollars and Cuban convertible currency.  If he had gone to an official money-changing site, known in Cuba by the acronym CADECA, the exchange rate would have been thirty percent less.

Speaking in the lingo of the police, the modus operandi  of the con-man was the classic “bait” offered before the swindle. It’s necessary to make the victim believe in the real possibility of obtaining a substantial advantage as a result of the proposed transaction.

We parted ways: the tourist heading back to his hotel with only one convertible peso, instead of the hundred that he had hoped to obtain, not to mention the day ruined; me with the hope of restoring a bit the bad image of our beautiful country that my fellow countryman had left him with.

The next morning, he answered my telephone call from his hotel room with an occasional excuse and the affirmation that he was headed for Varadero, a paradise of white sand beside the ocean, far from Cubans and double currencies. This time my persuasion didn’t register. The Canadian was very irritated.

“Time passed and passed, like an eagle by the sea,” as go the poetic words of José Martí, the Apostle of our Independence, whose image graces our national money.

This time it was a young Portuguese couple, appearing to be people of modest income. Their faces were two poems, but of a different nature: that of the woman, an epic; that of the man, a tragedy. The woman, I must add, was almost certain that her husband had made a mistake, while he was still doubtful.

I was leaving the church when they approached me. The Portuguese woman asked me to help her husband resolve his doubt, apparently dismissing the events themselves as water down the drain. Once again I took a bill in my hands and again the fraud was clear, but this time it was “technically different” as we would say in police lingo.

There were two fifty peso bills, but of the denomination “National Money;” in which each twenty-five is equal to ONE Cuban Convertible Peso, which I mentioned in the previous story.

Once again, the use of language is curious, taking advantage of ambiguity and lack of precision to promote the following scheme:

As it happens, even today as I write this, years after it happened, bills circulate with a curious inscription, completely archaic and I believe copied from the United States dollar bill.

I hold in my hands a bill from the year 1991, series CA 80, number 411344 and here is an exact copy of the text that appears in small boxes in the part below, just before and after the monetary sign:

“Integrally guaranteed with gold, foreign exchange convertible in gold, and other active shares of the National Bank of Cuba. This bill constitutes an obligation assumed by the Cuban State.”

“This bill has unlimited legal course and liberating force, in accordance with the law, for the payment of any obligation contracted or to be completed in national territory.”

The con man reads these texts to the victim with great emphasis, assuring them that these are “Convertible Pesos”, and thus implementing the fraud.

At any rate, tourists should change their money in a bank, which abound in Havana and the rest of Cuba, or in the Money-Changing Houses, CADECA, as I repeat.

Nonetheless, for these visitors from Portugal, the story had a happy ending. The meager Hundred Pesos in national money were at least enough to reach their hotel. The couple reconciled, and on the morning of the new day we saw each other walking down the Havana streets.

For my part, I alleviated my distress over the sin that another had committed, by explaining to them all the beauty of my country, while I listened enchanted to their descriptions of the excellent smoked meats produced there in Braganza, near the Galicia of my grandparents.

I could mention the names of the people involved in both stories, but since those who perpetrate such swindles generally disappear without a trace, it’s better to just hold on to the experience.

In addition to providing a necessary caution for any visitors, I learned that even in the worst circumstances you can make friends.


What's your opinion?

  • Michael N. Landis

    There is an expression here in the States: “If one gives you a lemon, make lemonaide!” During a visit to Cuba in the early 2000’s, I was convinced by an employee of the hotel where I was staying to purchase some “real” Cuban cigars at a much lower rate. They were part of the two boxes a week that cigar makers are allowed to take home, he assured me. Even before I left the island, I knew I had been swindled. Actually, they turned out to be not that bad a smoke…somewhere between the Cohibas, which they were purported to be, and the “tobaccos del bodega” (like one of the Moyas from Bayamo I’m now smoking) that go for $25 CUP’s per bundle. (I would say that the fake “Cohibas” were on the level of the Mexican “Hoyo de Monterreys.” In any event, after returning home, I gave a several to my boss who, as he puffed on one, went into rhapsodies about how great these “Cohebas” were, and how he could always tell the difference between them and even the premium cigars from Santo Domingo and Mexico he usually smoked, etc. etc. I’m good at not revealing my emotions, and just nodded in agreement, with maybe just a slight ironic smile, as he waxed poetic with his paean to the “Cohibas!”

  • Lawrence W

    As a tourist, yes the dual currency is challenging but no more so, and possibly less, than in other countries where there is a wide disparity in income between locals and tourists. In these cases, there is one currency but two prices for the same items. In most cases in Cuba I would not have minded if I could pay the same peso amount, but in convertibles rather than nationals. The only time I encountered this as an official policy was at the Hershey train, where a sign with a picture of Fidel and Raul asked tourists to pay the 2.80 national peso price in CUCs.

    Unofficially, I was allowed to ride on Cuban-only buses using the same policy, and was happy to do so. I would welcome it to become ‘official’. The four-to-one ratio is mostly a fair one although paying one CUC for a peanut cone makes one pause. Still, since the vendors are many times elderly, it’s a nice way to support Cuba’s golden age citizens!

    I quickly became an addict of peanut cones and used to habitually buy all a vendor’s stock for a national peso each. An elderly vendor on the beach at Varadero, however, would not sell me what he had which told me the CUC-restricted tourists were accustomed to shelling out one CUC for a cone. I think I should have gotten a volume discount, at least!

    Having said, there is an enormous issue that needs to be addressed – those with access to CUCs, either through contacts with tourists or via overseas remittances, have created an income disparity. And the disparity is lopsided racially as black Cubans are under-employed in the tourist industry and under-represented as remittance recipients because the ‘los gusanos’ (I use Fidel’s term for the original well-off who fled the Revolution) were 80% white and they are primarily the remitters.

    Cuba is naturally a tourist destination – the weather, the geography and the people are unsurpassable. Finding a way where all of its citizens can benefit in an egalitarian way from Cuba’s natural and human resources would seem to be a primary goal. But I’m only a visitor, concerned mostly with addressing problems in my own country, Canada. Cubans don’t need my advice, maybe only my perspective from the outside.

  • john sparre

    CUCs are newer and prettier, more colorful. i had no problem. the CUC coins are newer and shinier too. i was short changed about 60 cents a couple of times but what the government should be doing is selling proof sets and first day of issue stamps too. post offices are a good place to sell these things but airports are the best place to sell everything. people on vacation have a certain mentality. they like to throw money away on vacation. they feel rich for a week. they may economise when they go home but spending big on vacation is a treat for them. people do all kinds of things on vacation that they wouldn`t normally do like have a romantic fling with a virtual stranger.

  • Milagros

    This goes to show all of us Thers a sucker born everyday..Good job Vincente