(Author’s note: Now I’m looking out on the Carribean from the southern coast of Belize, but I’m taking a few days to catch up, catch my breath and write about Cuba and Mexico. Please excuse the lack of chronological consistency!)
Above: An oxcart driver looks back to warn us of the “lake” across the road ahead.
Tobacco farms, curious formations called mogotes and a tranquil, timeless way of life were what I sought in the tiny colonial city of Viñales in Pinar del Rio – another stop along the Polo Montañez trail, being a favorite haunt of the beloved singer. I found all of that – and a lively nightlife, besides. Maybe a little too lively. Polo’s spirit lingers on, it seems. Read the rest of this entry »
