One of the funny things I found about Cuba is that unlike in the US where you can easily walk around with a camera unnoticed, in Cuba, everyone wants to pose for a picture, even the workers in the back of a truck in the middle of nowhere. This was probably my favorite group of people we saw, because it was such a mix of people. It wasn’t just adults, but seemingly a family headed somewhere. This was shortly before we had to stop, because Humberto’s friend and the friend’s little girl had joined and the little girl got car sick.
