Trip Start Mar 06, 2009
20Trip End Mar 06, 2010
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Our guidebook came to it true colours once again when it directed us to the nearest beach, 6km's away. We decided to walk there and back and take only a few pesos for snacks. After walking for an hour and a half under the middday sun (about 32 degrees) and still no coast in sight things became discouraging
One evening we were on our balcony and our neighbour who was already tipsy started to chat with us across the street. He invited us for drinks at his house, Craig took him up on the offer. Armed with a bottle of Havana club Craig wandered over in his p.j.'s for a night cap. He sat in Alexander's living room which was the only finished room in this poor man's house. Despite having next to nothing, no income and he was bright spirited and full of positivity. He had an 8 year old son and a 4 month old baby and his wife was studying her Masters, the whole family scrapes by selling items from their home that survived a hurricane some years ago. A few days later when we were leaving Baracoa, they gave us 2 souvenir dolls made by them with wires, bits of cloth and buttons. We took photos of their baby girl and the rest of the family as they can't afford them. It is something take for granted with our memory cards storing over 1000 photos. Craig left his cherished Dunlop Vollies as a parting gift and we left Baracoa with warm hearts.