Back in Santiago, we hailed a (private) taxi near Parque Cespedes. The
crew of two, Ulises and Bartolo, turned out to be very nice guys and chauffeured
us around for the rest of our stay. As Bartolo is an ex-cop, we had no troubles
passing the border guard between Santiago and Baconao.
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| Our flagship,
the 51 Buick with its original inline eight engine |
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| The car seats
seven easily and we had a blast all the time |
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| On the second
day, Ulises asked whether we wanted to drive. Who wouldn't have! |
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| Steve tried his
luck first |
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| Surrogate
chauffeur, asking for directions |
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| Yours truly
trying his luck with the venerable cruise ship |
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| Another of our
How-Cuban-Can-You-Get pictures. Our friend Yurdania atop a classic
Buick at the beach |
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| The automobile
museum on the road to Baconao showcases lots of classic, sometimes
even historic cars. The gold Cadillac on the left was singer Benny
Moré's |
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| More
snout-and-tailfin splendor |
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