Imias to Guantanamo - Coastal Plains and Mixed Modernity
From Imias and Campismo Yacabo I started heading east. I was told that there was a town called San Antonio del Sur about 10km down the road with a cafe. I passed a road marker and shortly thereafter I entered the town.
And green pastures to my right.
After some riding I passed by an area where there were a few banana plantations. I would have loved a banana or two, but I believe that these plantations were commercial farms and there were no banana stalls that I could find.
I passed by this Cuban military training base. There were some outdoor shooting ranges and obstacle courses. I did not stop to take this photo because I did not want to draw any attention. I simply snapped the image as I rode by.
I rode into town and found an unusual casa particular. In the entrance I was greeted by a number of ceramic mascotas (pets).
I discovered that the casa particular had a rooftop balcony where the owners were growing grapes.
In one corner sat a statue of Jose Marti. While I sat and watched people walk by a number of friendly people approached me to talk. All of them said that it was not often that they see a Chinese person in town. Something that rarely happens in the US, but often happens to me in Cuba is that families will see me, the children will approach me and talk to me and the parents will allow them to chat with me. In the US and in many parts of the world, children are taught to not talk to strangers. In Cuba there are young kids running around parks and on the streets without a care. It reminds me of when I was a kid and I had freedom to wander unaccompanied by an adult. Simple times.
A young women approached me in the park and we had a coversation for about and hour. She was a theatre actress and also created some artisan bags. We went for a coffee and for a stroll along the shopping area.
Shopping in Cuba is interesting. In shop windows there are usually displays of the goods for sale. Many of the traditional stores just sell the basic household items like pots, buckets, soap and toothpaste.
I do not know if the days of friends gathering on the street corner to sing salsa and trova ballads are gone. I'll observe more closely as I travel deeper.