Day 23: Trinidad, Cuba

Trinidad is a step back in history, to the 18 and 19 Centuries, reminiscent of South America. Small one and occasionally two story, colourfully painted houses face directly onto the narrow cobbled streets. There are no glass windows, only bars called mamparas (giving us South Africans a giggle), in bygone days they were made of turned wood and a lot are still in evidence but the rest have metal bars. This is not to keep the mamparas out but to let the air flow through the houses in this, at times unbearably hot climate. Looking in, the houses are neat and clean, filled with antique furniture and rocking chairs are common place.

Our day started with a brisk walk to Playor Mayor and a climb up the bell tower for a spectacular view of the town. We then had a tour of the ‘War Museum’ dedicated to the Castro Struggle. I had no idea that Fidel had escaped 650 assassination attempts. Robs, I thought of you and felt so guilty we had not brought you with us, you would have loved the history.

Revived Revived by a round of conchancharas at around 10:30, we took a walk to the pottery House, which has been in the family for 7 generations and were treated to a display of the potters at work. From there it was a grueling trek in the midday heat to a waiting taxi. We passed a church, which was in ruins and no attempt was being made to restore it, as apparently this was Gods will, however the local children were using it as a playground.

Our drive took us through farmlands to visit the historic-natural landscape, Valle de los Ingenios (Valley of lost sugar mills due to the decline of sugar production in the area). We climbed up some rickety wooden stairs to the top of another ancient tower in the area, it was around 120m high. Well worth the climb once we saw the view of the area.

On our return to town we had a late lunch at Guitarra Mia Restaurant, the best food so far and we have eaten in some pretty decent restaurants. We got lost again on the way home. For dinner we went to an Indian inspired restaurant around the corner. All we ever seem to do is eat. Wayne and Jean then went up to the square to watch a local band and salsa dancing. Gray and I went home (without getting lost). Gray’s hip (which is in desperate need of a replacement) had given up after all our walking on the uneven cobbled streets.