The drive to Trinidad was long. 9.5 hours to be exact. The drive itself is not too diverse in scenery. It reminds me of driving through an Asian country. Tropical, paddocks, little shacks. Cubans sitting on their verandahs. In their rocking chairs passing time, smoking, drinking coffee or rum. What’s the hurry anyway. Everything manana.Continue reading “Trinidad Cuba and my love affair”
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