We were taken in a minibus with two drivers from Camaguey to Trinidad de Cuba. On the road we passed hundreds of people on push bikes, horse and buggy rigss, motor bikes, a few trucks, some old Russian and Polish cars, a few modern Chinese made air-conditioned tourist buses and any number of broken down 1940s and 50s cars.
We made it to Trinidad okay but found when we got here that our reservation had not been made. After about four stops the bus drivers found the agents who literally sent people running around the city looking for spare bedrooms. No luck! The made a booking for us at a French own resort, we got there and hated it, but figured it was better than nothing. Yet again the booking (made by phone only 15 minutes earlier) did not exist and there were not spare rooms. The good thing is that we got to see how people can come to Cuba and not see anything of it.
After phone calls to Havana and handwringing, the bus drivers were prepared to take us to their place. Hours passed and we were taken out for dinner. The dinner was ridiculous: salad, fruit, beans and rice, great potatoes and a huge half lobster. All dinners in Cuba are finished with creme caramel. I have never had anything like it and, try as I may I just couldn´t finish the lobster. Now how often does that happen?
Finally, two spare bedrooms were found only a few doors from each other. The boys stayed with Fidel, yes Fidel! He cooked them breakfast and made them blanket turkey children. (That simply cannot be described, you will just have to wait for the photographs.) Tony and I stayed with Alberto and were treated so well it was embarrasing. In the morning the street had been transformed into a craft market. Right outside the front door ie literally one step outside stores had sprung up.
We have have done a tour of the town with a guy who still has the papers that show that his family are the rightful owners of a planation. He is just waiting til the time is right!
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