Please note, this is what happened to me and can happen to anyone. I took a two-day road trip to Trinidad and Cienfuegos during my last weekend in Cuba. Everything went well in Trinidad. I strolled around old stone streets, went dancing, met a few nice and normal Cuban musicians and ate a bunch of ice cream and pizza from local kiosks. At the bus stop on the way to Cienfuegos I met two guys from London and we spoke for a couple hours on the bus.
They were heading to a different town and we decided to get a beer in a few days. When the bus arrived to Cienfuegos there were a lot of people at the bus stop offering Casas Particulares. I got the cheapest one. After I got settled and talked to the host family, I decided to take a walk to get to know the city. It was a Sunday night and the sun was going down beautifully reflecting in the water. Lots of young people were drinking ron and beer, dancing reggateon and talking.
When I turned on a less populated street I noticed that a tall black guy with dreadlocks was walking on the other side of a road at the same speed. He looked like a Tarzan. Everyone is relaxed, smiling, laughing. Where are you from? We started talking and he asked if I wanted to see a little castle at the end of the waterfront. He looked almost exactly like my friend Nick from college and that made me trust him. Do you like to dance? You are in Cuba.
A beautiful, smart and amazing girl like you has to go dancing tonight. There is a band playing next door. By second week of my stay in Cuba I was so seek and tired of guys who asked me to go dancing with them to a club but the minute we would get there would suddenly have no money and ask if I could pay.
How he would love it if I could stay longer and go to the beach with him tomorrow β¦ and blab la blab laβ¦. He paid the club cover and we entered the discotheque.
