Thursday, February 02, 2017
Cuba Day 6: Cienfuegos
Cienfuegos looks nice and rustic. Run down like everywhere else, but obviously formerly splendid. People again mad friendly. Casa owner gave us flan and frozen pineapple juice though she was fully booked while we waited for another casa owner to come pick us up.
Walked around a bit, watched Caribbean sunset, the locals, their shenanigans…
Young fella dragged me into a coffee shop because he spotted football on the telly as we were passing.
He's making pals all over but he's too shy to talk to them or even tell them his name when they ask. There was a Real Madrid fan in the panadería – young fella spotted his wallet, whispered "he has a Real Madrid wallet!" and hid behind my leg. Your man was delighted, high-fived him, bemoaned the first loss after 40 games, the end of the unbeaten record. "But at least it's better than Barça!" That's the most important thing, I told him. He laughed again.
1 Irish coffee, 1 mojito (only one!)