Lovely breakfast on the patio, followed by a trip to the tourist office. Booked a 4 hour horse tour to take in some more caves and a tobacco plantation . The guest house owners were trying to sell us anything they possibly could to make few extra cuc (although they were very friendly family).
45 minutes later we met our “Calvin Klein“ clad guide with two docile, semi-automatic horses for us. I had never riddena horse before, so I was a bit worried, but the horses were preprogramed considering how easily it went. Both the cave and the tabaco plantation visits were fake and a total rip off. The cigars were sold to us at the plantation for a price 50 times over the market value (not mentioning the drink’s we had). The horses were great, scenery spectacular and the ride really enjoyable. Met a Belgian (Flemish) couple during the trip and we joined them for a few drinks and lively discussion at a grotty Cuban bar. After a siesta, we returned for more latin music and drinks on the square. Bought a huge birthday style cake in a dulceria and shared it with the locals. Joined by slightly weird, older Croatian backpacker. His conversation’s spiralled from Cuban prostitute’s, through political issues to a nightmarish Lapland trip. We made our exit as a voluptuous black Cuban mamma made a move to seduce him.
45 minutes later we met our “Calvin Klein“ clad guide with two docile, semi-automatic horses for us. I had never riddena horse before, so I was a bit worried, but the horses were preprogramed considering how easily it went. Both the cave and the tabaco plantation visits were fake and a total rip off. The cigars were sold to us at the plantation for a price 50 times over the market value (not mentioning the drink’s we had). The horses were great, scenery spectacular and the ride really enjoyable. Met a Belgian (Flemish) couple during the trip and we joined them for a few drinks and lively discussion at a grotty Cuban bar. After a siesta, we returned for more latin music and drinks on the square. Bought a huge birthday style cake in a dulceria and shared it with the locals. Joined by slightly weird, older Croatian backpacker. His conversation’s spiralled from Cuban prostitute’s, through political issues to a nightmarish Lapland trip. We made our exit as a voluptuous black Cuban mamma made a move to seduce him.