Cienfuegos to Trinidad ... No not the island :-)
Trip Start Sep 20, 2010
42Trip End Nov 23, 2010
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After mass I head into the Parque Jose Marti, who was another revolutionary, the Cubans love their revolutionaries and I wonder if this is presented as an option in Career Guidance in school and can you like take classes?? As I ponder a possible change in career this old dude with a guitar sits down next to me on the park bench and before you can say vamoose he is strumming away and it is class. He is not put off in the slightest that I donīt have a word of Spanish but he doesnīt seem to know any of Daniel OīDonnell's greatest hits. After 3 or 4 tunes I figure that I have taken enough of his time so I slip him a few bob and head off on my merry way. There is something about Cubans and their music, the two just seem to go hand in hand. Everywhere you go music seems to come out of every shop front, balcony window or from some old guy call Lazaro on a park bench on a Sunday morning. I love it. Art as well seems to be a passion and as I head down along the walking street every shop is displaying local artists. I have to move pretty quickly through this section as I would end up adding more weight to my already overflowing backpack.
Next stop is Trinidad which is only a short hop of 1 hour on the bus. Just as Iīm arriving in the bus station the heavens open again and Iīm starting to wonder if the Irish weather has started to follow me on my travels.
When I arrive in Trinidad Iīm greeted by a pretty girl holding a sign saying James Patrick. Surely there couldnīt be someone else on the bus with the same name but no it was for me. The owner of the house in Cienfuegos had called ahead and got the owner of the house I was staying in to come and collect me from the station
Trinidad is like a town stuck in time as it looks like an old Spanish town from the 1800. All the streets are cobbled and as the town appears to be on a slight hill it must make riding a bike a real pain in the ass, literally.
Dump my gear and off out exploring. Thankfully the rain must have taken a wrong turn and it has not made its way here so Iīm going to make the most of it. The houses here have small frontage on the street but they are deep inside. The front windows are large shuttered windows behind iron railings. In the evenings people just sit in the windows on their rocking chairs and watch the world go by. This could include dogs, guajiros on horseback, donkey & carts and the odd thrill seeker on a bicycle. Plaza Mayor is worth a look but it is Sunday and most places seem to be closed. As I arrived so late Iīve decided to change my plans and stay here one day longer and cut my time in Havana to one night before I fly out. For dinner I sample some of the local delights of my casa and as usual it is great. Lots more exploring to do tomorrow so not going to stay out too late tonight. Night all.