28 Days in Cuba - Journal six of seven

April 24, 2017 Jay Fleming

At the end of a busy holiday season following the release of my first book, Working the Water, I decided to dedicate the month of January to traveling. After three years of shooting pictures almost exclusively on the Chesapeake Bay, I was inspired to dedicate time to photographing and learning about a new country. I contemplated traveling to destinations all over the world, but continually found myself coming back to a destination less than 100 miles from the United States—Cuba. Due to its tumultuous political past, the history and environment of Cuba has been preserved, and its culture extremely unique. I decided that Cuba would be my final destination, and it’s beautifully decrepit streets, its ever-optimistic people, and its breathtaking landscapes and wildlife would be my new subjects.

This blog series of seven journal entries will share my photographs and experiences from 28 days of travel throughout the western portion of the island. The progression of the entries will follow the trip as we travelled west from Havana and back east along the southern coast to our final destination, Trinidad.

From the crocodile farm near Boca Guama, we were able to get a cab to the next destination — Playa Larga — for less than 10 CUC. I had booked the accommodations on AirBNB, so as with other places we had stayed in Cuba, we did not know exactly what to expect. As we drove into town, we asked locals where ‘Casa Alexis’ was, and after asking about five people, we were able to find it. Alexis ad his family greeted us, and we instantly knew that they were going to be great hosts. The entire family, including his mother and children, were working to keep his bed and breakfast business venture running. Communication with Alexis was relatively easy, I had taken five years of Spanish in high school and college, and unlike many Cubans, Alexis was eager to learn English — knowing that it would give him the upper hand while running his new business.

After settling in and walking next door to his sisters restaurant for lunch, Hogfish and traditional cuban vegetables, Alexis set us up with rental bikes. He gave us a list of people who could help us see wildlife in the area and set us up with a taxi driver who was able to consistently take us around the Bay of Pigs area.

Casa Alexis was located right next the docks where the small boats moored, so we were able to photograph the Cuban workboats come and go on the first afternoon in Playa Larga. The next morning, we ventured south with the bikes, stopping at limestone ‘beach’ on the side of the road that leads to Playa Giron. The snorkeling close to shore was exceptional - a lot of fish, lobsters and pristine coral. After snorkeling and shooting underwater pictures, we rode the bikes about 13km south to the ‘Cueva los Peces’ — cave of the fish. The natural swimming pool was formerly a cave until the roof collapsed. Now the cave is a planned stop for every tour bus, and as a result overcrowded. We spent about 20 minutes at the cave before making the long 20km bike ride back to casa Alexis. Once we arrived at the house, Alexis and his family prepared fresh lobster that was caught that morning for dinner.

The next morning, we had arranged to fish with a local, Emelito, who had told us about a pond where tarpon were abundant. We scheduled to meet Emelito around 6:00 to make the long ride in a ‘coche de caballo’ to the south towards Salinas. We rode south, arriving at the pond around 8am and found fish breaking all over the surface. We bought bait (Threadfin Herring) from fishermen who we found cast netting along the shoreline - and fished for nearly two hours in the pond without a bite. After being slightly discouraged with Emelito’s big promises, we waded along the shoreline and casted topwater plugs to Barracuda that were willing to eat anything. We headed up the shoreline in the carriage and made a plan to shoot pictures of birds in the afternoon. Upon arriving back at casa Alexis, we packed the gear and went north to Palpite. Alexis had told us about a place to photograph the Bee Hummingbird — the worlds smallest bird. When we arrived in Palpite, we were immediately surrounded by hummingbirds that were attracted to a lush garden behind an older couples home. The couple makes a living by hosting tourists who come to see these unique birds. In addition to the Bee Hummingbird, we saw 3-4 additional species of Hummingbirds. After about two hours of shooting, we came back to the house and I went out to photograph the fishermen bringing their catches in. I made small talk with a group of fishermen and ended up buying a Yellow Eye Snapper and a Cero Mackerel that Alexis prepared for dinner.

Heavy winds blowing directly up the Bay of Pigs from the South, making it difficult to plan any activities on the water. We figured out an alternative plan with the help of Alexis - head to a preserve known as Enigma de las Rocas. This area is known for its limestone caves that host a large variety of aquatic and terrestrial wildlife. We left the house with a tour group in a taxi, and on the way to the destination it started raining, hard. The taxi had no windshield wipers which made for ‘white knuckle’ driving conditions even from the back seat without any seat belts in the 1951 Chevrolet. I was definitely glad that I was not riding the bike on that same road during the rain because the cab driver could barely see anything but kept his speed up to about 50 mph. After about 25 minutes of not knowing whether or not we would get into an accident, the rain stopped and we arrived at the Enigma — all is well that ends well. Our tour guide took us through trails that led to small caves where we saw bats, a colony of Cuban Boas, and hundreds of terrestrial crabs. The last trail led to a small swimming hole that was formerly a covered cave. We jumped in with our masks and fins - the water was amazingly clear and blue. Immediately upon leaving, we knew that we would have to find a way to get back there without a group. The next morning we had arranged for a guide to pick us up, and we were lucky to get Mario supervisor of all of the guides in the Zapata Swamp. Mario took us through the Enigma de las Rocas, showing us plenty that we had missed on our first visit. Mario took us to a small wetland area where I was able to swim with and photograph a small crocodile. After a full day of exploring such a unique place, we came back to casa Alexis and he prepared Wahoo that was caught earlier that morning.

We only had one more day in Playa Larga and wanted to make the most out of it. This was by far one of the best destinations of the trip because of the great host and also of how many different things you could see in a short amount of time. I woke up early the next morning and took horses out with Emelito to fish along the shorelines for Barracuda, a delicacy for the Cubans. We rode south along the beach to Salinas, stopping to take photos along the way. After arriving to the spot where we had luck a few days before, we put about 12 fish in a bag that we tied onto the horse and left before it got too hot. The remainder of the day was spend photographing people and boats in Playa Larga while preparing to leave for Trinidad, where we would spend the final four days of the trip.

Padlocks on boats prevent the vessels from being stolen and taken out to sea. Since the rise of communism in Cuba in the early 1960's, many Cubans have fled the country.

Cuban fishermen are required to notify the government authorities when they leave for a trip and when they they return to port. Access to the water in Cuba, even for Cubans, is very limited. — Cuban fishermen are required to notify the government authorities when they leave for a trip and when they they return to port. Access to the water in Cuba, even for Cubans, is very limited.

Catching baitfish along the shores of the Bay of Pigs with a cast net. Many cuban fishermen have gear that was generously donated or traded by tourists. Modern day fishing equipment is unavailable to Cubans, with the exception of the government.&nbs… — Catching baitfish along the shores of the Bay of Pigs with a cast net. Many cuban fishermen have gear that was generously donated or traded by tourists. Modern day fishing equipment is unavailable to Cubans, with the exception of the government.

A mixed catch from the Bay of Pigs. Cuban fishermen have very few, if any, regulations on how many and what species of fish they can keep. The most effective method of conservation for the Cuban government is to limit the number of people on the wat… — A mixed catch from the Bay of Pigs. Cuban fishermen have very few, if any, regulations on how many and what species of fish they can keep. The most effective method of conservation for the Cuban government is to limit the number of people on the water and to not allow for efficient methods of fishing to be used.

A workboat takes advantage of the prevailing southern winds in Bay of Pigs to easily make it back to port in Playa Larga

The majority of Cuban fishermen working on private boats, known as 'particulares', do not have access to motors. They fish using oars or a sail for propulsion.

A fisherman's son, helps his father tie the boat up after a day of fishing on the Bay of Pigs.

A Playa Larga fisherman and his granddaughter after a day on the water

Workboats at rest on a morning when winds were expected to increase progressively to unsafe speeds throughout the day. Weather limits the number of days that the small boats can work.

A father and son fish from shore on the Bay of Pigs.

A taxi driving over one of the many small tributaries that empties into the Bay of Pigs

Dawn on the Bay of Pigs at 'Zanja la Puente'

Cuban Emerald Hummingbird near the small town of Palpite.

The Bee Hummingbird, known to Cubans as the 'Zunzuncito' is the smallest bird in the world. The birds have an average wingspan of 1.28 inches and an average height of 2.165 inches

The Bay of Pigs region and the Zapata swamp are known for an abundance of Cuban Land Crabs. These crabs are harvested by the Cubans and consumed during the spawning season when the crabs migrate to the Bay of Pigs to lay their eggs in the water. By … — The Bay of Pigs region and the Zapata swamp are known for an abundance of Cuban Land Crabs. These crabs are harvested by the Cubans and consumed during the spawning season when the crabs migrate to the Bay of Pigs to lay their eggs in the water. By Cuban tradition, only the white crabs are consumed, the red and purple crabs are not. During late April and May, millions of these terrestrial crabs leave the forests from their limestone tunnels for the water to spawn.

Rhopalurus junceus is one of the many species of scorpions that is found on the Island. Many of the scorpions in Cuba have a bite that is potentially deadly. — *Rhopalurus junceus* is one of the many species of scorpions that is found on the Island. Many of the scorpions in Cuba have a bite that is potentially deadly.

Cuban Boa's live in and near caves where they feed on bats and small rodents. They are known to locals as 'Santa Maria'

Cuban Fruit Eating Bats huddle together to stay warm during the day in a small cave near Playa Giron.

A large Cuban Night Anole stands guard on a tree along the shoreline of the Bay of Pigs near Salinas.

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Details (left to right): Cuban Night Anole skin, Palmetto, 'Piel de Tourista' - bark of the West Indian Birch tree

The entrance to a cave near 'Enigma de las Rocas' - a preserve near Playa Giron

A Cuban Crocodile keeps a lookout just above the surface of the water.

A Cuban Crocodile stirs up the silty bottom of a small wetland near Playa Giron.

A Cuban Slider comes to the surface for air in a cave near 'Enigma de las Rocas.'

Coral heads that are relatively untouched by humans line the shoreline of the Bay of Pigs - which is one of the premier diving destinations in Cuba.

An invasive Lionfish on a reef near Playa Larga.

Brain Coral and Sea Fans are common along the shorelines of the Bay of Pigs

Lush beds of Submerged Aquatic Vegetation thrive in the shallow water habitats adjacent to the mangrove shorelines.

28 Days in Cuba - Journal five of seven

April 17, 2017 Jay Fleming

Alexander, our driver from Pinar del Rio, dropped us off in Havana at a taxi terminal on the outskirts of town. It did not take us long to find a cab driver to take us to the next destination — Jaguey Grande - a town built upon the modern day sugar industry. Jaguey was approximately 150 km east of Havana via the ‘Autopista’ — the main highway that spans the entire length of Cuba.

We got into the taxi and coordinated a price with the driver — 80 CUC for the 2+ hour drive. The cab driver was insistent upon picking up his friends in Havana to drop them off in Santa Clara — a city that was within a short reach of our destination. At first, I was okay with his idea, but after he took us on a brief tour of the Havana slums, my opinion of him went out the window. He took us into a parking lot where 10-12 Cuban men approached the car. After a brief exchange of nervous words in Spanish, I asked Patrick “where is the machete.” Our hearts raced until we realized that our “cab” driver was just clueless and the communication was extremely poor. I told him in spanish that I was going to call the police if he didn't take us to our destination immediately, and on the way we went. Cubans are very afraid of getting in trouble with tourists - its something that the police do not take lightly. We heard of people being thrown in prison for 20+ years for stealing from or assaulting tourists. As we drove out of Havana towards the autopista, I asked to see the drivers taxi license, something that all licensed cab drivers would have. And not to our surprise, he did not have one. Like many cubans, he was doing whatever he could to make a day of work.

After a long ride of keeping a watchful eye on our driver, we reached the Hotel Batey don Pedro, where we had made a reservation the night before. The hotel was run by the government, which in modern day cuba translates to obsolete accommodations. We were the only ones staying there, which was nice but also somewhat bizarre. The cost of renting a cabin was 25 CUC per night and included a traditional Cuban dinner. Once we settled into the accommodations, we explored the surrounding area — finding an abundance of wildlife to photograph.

Jaguey Grande is at the northern portion of the Zapata Swamp - the largest wetland in the Caribbean. This expansive wilderness is known as a major wintering ground for migratory birds and one of the last strongholds for the endangered Cuban Crocodile.

The next morning we found a cab to take us south through the swamp to the Crocodile Farm where we would catch a boat out to Boca Guama — a recreated Taino indian village in the middle of Laguna del Tesoro. This government run facility was extremely touristy, but yet intriguing. The facility had 30-40 cabins over the water, some of which were new and others that were barely standing. Immediately upon arriving at Boca Guama, we rented a small row boat and explored the lake area adjacent to the village. We found a small fishing camp being utilized by fishermen working for the state — they were the first fishermen that we were able to interact with on the trip and even offered to take us out. They were gill netting for largemouth bass, tilapia and an invasive species of African Catfish. We drank a bit of rum, and smoked a harsh hand rolled cigar while shooting pictures of their encampment. They offered us food - rice, beans and fish roe — all cooked with lake water. We politely declined the dinner offer, knowing that it would not agree with our stomachs.

We paddled the row boat back to the cabin, dropped off our equipment and went to the dining hall. The experience was similar to the previous night at Hotel Batey don Pedro, we were the only ones staying overnight. We were given the option of chicken or Cuban Crocodile, an extra 3 CUC per plate for the endangered species. The Crocodile was raised at the farm where we launched from, a portion of the reptiles raised go to tourism and the remaining are released in the wild to supplement the growing population. There is a black market for Crocodile meat and skin in Cuba which supports poaching throughout the Zapata Swamp.

The next morning, for sunrise, I rowed the boat through the canals of Guama and set up for a shot of the cabins reflected in the perfectly still waters of the lake. The sunrise was beautiful and completely still — there was absolutely no noise other than the birds. After shooting for an hour, I came back to the cabin, and we packed up the gear and prepared to catch the tour boat back to the Crocodile farm and then a cab to Playa Larga at the head of the Bay of Pigs.

Boca Guama is a reconstructed Taino Indian village on the eastern end of Laguna del Tereso - a lake in the heart of the Zapata Swamp.

Paddling through the creeks that feed Laguna del Tesoro

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Cuban fisherman Nene Carreyo and his co-workers fish for the 'estado' - Cuban government - in the Laugna del Tesero. They target Tilapia, Catfish, Tarpon and Largemouth Bass with trot-lines and gill nets.

Sunset silhouettes the main building in the Boca Guama complex.

Bird life is abundant in the Zapata Swamp - it is the largest swamp in the Caribbean and also an important wintering ground for birds migrating south from the United States. (left to right) West Indian Woodpecker, Green Heron, Great Blue Heron.

Reflections on Laguna del Tesoro as we left Boca Guama for Playa Larga

Our accomodations at Hotel Batey don Pedro

Hutia is a species of rodent endemic to Cuba - they are known as 'tree rats'. These large rodents are considered a delicacy to many Cubans.

28 Days in Cuba - Journal four of seven

April 1, 2017 Jay Fleming

We arrived in Pinar del Rio after a 30-minute taxi ride from Vinales. Pinar del Rio is the capital city of the western most province in Cuba, and with a population of greater than 250,000 it is the largest city west of Havana. Most of the tourists that come to Pinar del Rio are passing through on their way to Vinales as there are not many attractions or infrastructure that would support large numbers of tourists.

To me, the main attraction of Pinar del Rio were the tobacco plantations that lined the outskirts of the city - I had read a lot about the Alejandro Robiano plantation that was 15 miles outside of town. I originally had hoped to use Pinar del Rio as a launching point to explore the countries largest fishing village - La Coloma. La Coloma is the center of Cuba's seafood industry - accounting for 40% of the total export. There are large processing facilities and boat yards in La Coloma that support the seafood industry. After the experience in Puerto Esperanza and learning more about the strict government regulation around water related activities, it was an easy decision to pass on the visit to La Coloma. Less than 24-hours in Pinar del Rio was going to be more than enough time to photograph the plantations and to see more of the tobacco industry.

I had booked a casa particular in Pinar del Rio that was recommended by the lonely planet travel guide. Casa Gladys was a ornately decorated colonial row home in downtown Pinar del Rio. After arriving at the house, we ventured out onto the street to find lunch and exchange dollars to Cuban Convertible Pesos (CUCs). We were among the only tourists that were on the streets, and just like in Havana, we were aggressively approached by 'jiniteros' - the spanish term for street hustlers. The jiniteros were all somewhat proficient in English, and using that to their advantage would attempt to lead you to a restaurant, tobacco plantation or other establishment owned by a 'friend'. After two weeks in Cuba, I was well seasoned on how to deal with the street hustlers and learned how to sternly say 'no'. We wandered back to the casa and recruited Glady's nephew to take us out to the Robiano tobacco plantation and to photograph other plantations around sunset. I paid Alexander 40 CUC to drive us around, which based on the market rates for the taxis was overly generous. After coming back from the photo-shoot, we sat down with the family for dinner and enjoyed some of the cigars we bought with 'Santiago' brand cuban rum.

The next morning, Alexander agreed to take us to Havana in his banana yellow Daewoo hatchback that barely held two people without luggage. Alexander did not have a license to legally drive as a taxi cab, but was willing to take the risk to make 80 CUC. We had all agreed to pretend that we were not using him as a taxi if pulled over by the Cuban police. After leaving, we stopped at his friends tobacco plantation that claimed to grow tobacco for the famous Cohiba brand. One of the guides at the farm, who was without a doubt a jinitero when on the street, convinced me to buy $250.00 worth of cigars in Cohiba boxes with wrappers and certificates of authenticity - they are definitely authentic Cubans, whether they are 'real' Cohibas is another question!

We proceeded to Havana with Alexander and arrived in the city to catch another taxi to our next stop to the east of Havana- Jaguey Grande.

Juan Jose, a Pinar del Rio farmer, walks from the field towards his tobacco barn at sunset. Pinar del Rio.

Laborer at the Juan Jose plantation picking tobacco. Pinar Del Rio

Harvesting tobacco leaves and placing them on a drying rack. Pinar del Rio.

Plowing a path through planted rows of tobacco plants. Pinar del Rio.

Laborers at the Alejandro Robaina tobacco plantation carrying tobacco leaves into the tobacco barn for drying. Pinar del Rio

Farmer Juan Jose in his tobacco barn just outside of Pinar del Rio

A laborer at the Gonzalez plantation stringing tobacco leaves in preparation for drying. Pinar del Rio

Tobacco leaves drying at the Alejandro Robiano plantation. Pinar del Rio

Tobacco barn just outside of Pinar del Rio

Laborer at the Gonzalez tobacco plantation takes a break from hanging tobacco for a cigar. Pinar del Rio

Rolling cigars at the Alejandro Robiano plantation. Pinar del Rio

Mamino Gomez, 81, has worked on the Alejandro Robiano Plantation for sixty years. In this photograph, he holds a wooden cigar mold that he uses to shape his hand rolled cigars. Pinar del Rio.

28 Days in Cuba - Journal three of seven

March 19, 2017 Jay Fleming

A 30 minute taxi ride south from Puerto Esperanza put us in the area of Vinales National Park. This town of Vinales is a hub for tourist activity and a launching spot for activities in the surrounding area. The national park is famous for the “Magotes,” steep sided limestone hills that are iconic to the Cuban landscape, and fertile agricultural valleys, dotted with small plantations.

We rented a “casa particular” on Airbnb from Marcelys and Fidel just outside of the town for two nights. Upon arrival, the older couple was extremely accommodating. Fidel was quick to offer us horseback rides through the valley–a relatively lucrative activity for the local Cubans to do with tourists. After settling in, we walked to a local paladar for dinner, the Campesino, that was recommended by our hosts. After three days of barely eating at Casa Wendy, the food in Vinales was a treat. A healthy portion of food–lamb, chicken, rice, beans, fresh vegetables and soup with beer, for two people, was just over 20 CUC–equivalent to about 25 USD. After one meal, I instantly felt relief from the three day stomach bug that had been ailing me while staying in Puerto Esperanza at Casa Wendy.

At 6:30am on Friday, Fidel brought three horses to the house from his stables. He was not used to tourists wanting to get out early in the morning, but we wanted to catch the morning light on the Magotes. Fidel took us through the valley to a friends plantation that was owned by a friend of his where we drank coffee with the family and photographed their oxen with the Magotes offering a scenic backdrop.

After a quick stop at a cave near a plantation, we headed to another tobacco plantation where the owners were harvesting tobacco and selling hand rolled cigars to tourists. Dixon, the owner’s grandson, explained how the tobacco industry works for the independent farmers. The farmers are required to sell 90% of their tobacco harvest to the government and the remaining 10% can be sold independently to tourists. The tobacco is sold by weight and the government sets the price on the tobacco. The farmers get roughly .4 to 1 CUC per kilo of dried tobacco. Nearly all of the tobacco that the government purchases goes to larger cigar and cigarette rolling factories after being inspected one more time for for quality. The government sends tobacco leaves of different quality to factories that produce brands such as Cohiba, Partagas, and Montecristo, to name a few. The individual farmers are able to make much more for their product when selling directly to tourists. As part of the tour that was included in the price of the horseback ride, we were each given a hand rolled cigar that we smoked with the family. They suggested dipping one end of the cigar in honey, which acts as a natural filter and sweetens the taste of the tobacco. They even claimed that Che Guevara dipped his cigars in honey because of his asthma. We purchased additional cigars for $4.00 each, which came wrapped in royal palm leaves that acted as a natural humidor.

We ended the ride back at the house, and ended up paying 5 CUC per hour for each horse–a total of 50 CUC for five hours. A similar horseback ride in the United States would be at least 200-300 USD per person. We talked with Fidel and his wife after arriving back at the house and while eating lunch, they told us about a “unofficial” cockfight that was taking place on Saturday. We ended up extending our stay in Vinales to see this backwoods cockfight. Our hosts did not have room for us that evening, so we went across the street to their friends house. The owner, of the casa particular, an older man named Alberto, went to the cockfight every week. He welcomed us to come with him on Saturday.

Cockfighting is the only legal form of gambling in Cuba, but this fight was not sanctioned by the government. We left town in a cab with Alberto and a few of his friends and headed down a dirt road for about five miles. We knew that we were close after seeing dozens of 1950’s era American cars, mopeds and horses parked on the side of the road. The cab parked and we all walked through the woods about 100 yards to the clearing that was set up as an arena for the cockfight. At least 100 cubans, and maybe only 5 tourists were present at the cockfight. People were gambling illegally before the fight, selling beer, and pork sandwiches and preparing the chickens for the fight. We wandered around the somewhat apprehensive crowd and photographed people getting their birds ready for the fights. As the fight approached, we scoped out a spot in the stands and waited with our cold “Presidente” beers. The cubans were placing bets on the birds, and the stakes were high. Numbers upwards of 1000 CUCs were being thrown around for the winning birds, almost equivalent to four years of wages for the average Cuban. The first fight started and the crowd of cubans started to go wild–people were screaming at the birds, hoping that they would end up winning big. The two roosters fought for at least 40 minutes before being declared a draw. Both roosters, barely alive from the fight, went back to their respective owners to be rehabilitated for the next match. The two following fights ended much quicker as each had a more decisive winner and only one survivor. We left the fight after about two hours, feeling as if we had been immersed into the “real” Cuba–starkly different from the tourist traps that have been artificially created by the government.

Sunday was our last day in Vinales, and after the truly authentic experience of the cockfight, we decided to that it was necessary to experience the tourist traps. We first headed to the “Cueva del Indio,” a cave with a dammed river on the northern end of the National park. We waited in line with dozens of other tourists to get onto a small skiff that ran through the cave. The trip ended on the other side of the magote where we were greeted by vendors heckling tourists to buy cheap necklaces, fake cigars and other tacky Cuban souvenirs. The next stop was the “mural de la prehistoria,” which was essentially a painting on the side of a magote. The painting was done in the 1960’s by a group of Cuban tourists and represents the natural history of Cuba. We found a “coche de caballo” to take us back into town from the Mural de la prehistoria and found a place to eat pizza for lunch. After resting for a few hours after lunch, we headed back out for the last evening of shooting pictures and returned to the house for a traditional lobster dinner with Alberto and his family.

The next morning we scheduled our cab to take us south to Pinar del Rio where we had scheduled a one night stay before heading east to the Zapata Swamp.

A Vinales farmer carries palm leaves used to line his tobacco barn.

Tobacco plantation outside of Vinales at dusk.

Oxen are used by many Cuban famers to plow and till fields and to carry heavy loads. Very few farmers have access to modern tractors.

The Raul Reyes plantation just outside of the tourist center of Vinales. The farm is at the base of the magote mountain formation - attracting climbers from around the world.

Hand rolled cigars from a plantation outside of Vinales. Farmers are required to sell 90% of their tobacco to the government - the remaining 10% can be sold independently. Cigars are wrapped in royal palm leaves - acting as a natural humidor.

A Vinales plantation owner smoking a cigar in front of a flag showing Che Guevara - an icon of the Cuban revolution.

The magotes illuminated by the light of the moon.

Portrait Marcileyes, our host at a Casa Particular booked through Air B and B.