Cuba sounded like an exotic, out of the way place to visit. In a way it was as we couldn’t simply fly there. We flew from Europe to the Dominican Republic and then on to Cuba.
I was naively astounded at the amount of excess luggage the passengers were taking with them from Santo Domingo, but once we were in Cuba I understood. There is a shortage of everything.
Our journey started from Havana and went east to the French influenced town of Cienfuegos, then to Santa Clara, where Che Gevara is honoured. Next was Trinidad (the town) stuck in a time warp, with beautifully coloured buildings and seriously hard to walk on cobbled streets. From there we took a bus to Camaguey, but the streets were not as confusing as some in Barcelona. Last stop was the hot and smelly city of Santiago de Cuba – full of diesel fumes.
It was an interesting and at times frustrating experience, never to be forgotten.