My casa in Cienfuegos is teeny and I shared it with a few rowdy chickens but my casa mama is lovely and there was a bar five feet from my door. First stop - a stroll along the Malecon with views of the bay, then another stomach stretching home cooked meal, a couple of Maltas followed by a severe denting of Cubano pride (by winning four games of pool to one - on a table with so many ridges it looked like corrugated iron). Luckily they have a good sense of humour as well as machismo .. "Ese partido fue fabulosa! ".
From Cienfuegos to Havana we stop by Santa Clara - site of the monument, mausoleum and museum of Ernesto "Che" Guevara - and close to where he (and 18 other young rebels) derailed a train with 350 government troops using a borrowed bulldozer and some Molotov cocktails. A boxcar museum and bulldozer still stand there. It's a good thing I have given away all my trousers, fleece, shoes, books and toiletries so I have room for all my Che tee-shirts .. a decision I suspect I MAY regret when I arrive in San Fran mid-winter for my stop-over in shorts and thongs ...
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