Rural Cuba, a fine community centre, and back to Camaguey and salsa. Beautiful day for a ride that started with a long descent. Our water stop was in a community shelter with poetic slogans such as "trenches full of ideas not stones".
We also stopped at a large community centre built in vernacular style the 1960s with Cuban American money and it housed a stage and dance room. Now all that was there was a dilapidated library. A rather poignant reminder of what could have been here.
We stopped in a bus station where people were crowding onto a primitive windowless people-carrier like something from the Third Reich. Many people are sitting around in the villages - evidence of under employment.
Ended the day dancing at an open air salsa bar where a plump moustachioed male voclaist serenaded us.
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