From the “Bahía de Cochinos,” we headed East toward Cienfuegos. The town is impressive, with the densest quarter of exquisitely preserved buildings I saw. I’m fairly certain that it was in the vicinity of Cienfuegos where our guide, Juan Carlos, brusquely pointed to a gate along a spares highway, and told us “back there is […]
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