Hasta la vista, Habana!
Bienvenidos Cienfuegos!
On
the next day we say goodbye to Havana and take on the Autopista towards
Cienfuegos. The Cubans and the road markings aren't close friends, so the later
ones are missing from the road. We get off the highway and continue onto some
third class road. In one of the villages that we go through, only the main
street is asphalt-paved, the side streets are gravel and mud. In this area, the
main means of transport are the horse carriages and the bikes. However, I've got
the feeling that the only thing the Cubans do is to travel, because under every
palm tree, there are people waiting for somebody to take them on the road. On
the next palm tree, we witness the following funny event: a car stops at
something like a bus station and all the 15-20 people waiting there rush to the
vehicle with the idea to get in. After a while the people back off and
surprisingly nobody has gone inside the car and the vehicle is whole. In the
village that we pass through and even in the larger towns, almost every house
has the following mandatory tools of the loafer/kibitzer – rocking chair
positioned toward the street and a working TV inside the house, which can be
heard through the opened windows.
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