I don't quite remember what the current function of this building was, but it was once owned by a wealthy merchant way back before Cuba had it's revolution. It is right on the shorefront, in the middle of the market district of this city.
The following pictures are all taken within the same square;
A bust of one of the more influential regional historical figures. His name escapes me though, sadly. The entire park was incredibly well kept and clean, not a singular piece of trash.
In the background of this bust you can see a grey building;
This building is an old, maintained and perfectly functioning Victorian theater built by a businessman for Cienfuegos. You had to pay to take pictures inside though, so I didn't get any pictures. But trust me when I say that you wouldn't be able to tell that that theater was a hundred plus years old. It was immaculate
A slightly lower quality picture of the main street with all the stores, grocery shops and clothing shops. This is just up the street from the park previously pictured.
Every school we visited had a performance for us, whether it was theatrical, a ballet or musical. This was taken in the musical school (obviously) and was an acoustic performance of one of Beny Moré's songs. Later the same day we also had a dance lesson with the students, and at night went to "Club Beny Moré" (and got shitfaced)
If you haven't caught on yet, Cienfuegos is a very musically inspired city. It's not uncommon to find street performances and orchestras suddenly turning up to play music together. This picture was taken on a bus we rented to visit the PE school (pics will follow), and was just a random gathering of people in the morning cool, to play music on the main street.
Note the people with courierbags on their way to work, stopping to listen in
We arrived at the PE school and got shown their facilities. They were very proud to show us their computers from the 90's, and assured us that it was the top of the line tech available to them. Schools out there don't have windows since it's so hot and humid, so you don't need them. Even at night it didn't dip below 25C while we were there.
Since it was a PE school, they saw fit to challenge us to volleyball for eternal glory or shame to our respective countries. They caught us lacking by not telling us this beforehand, so we didn't bring any clothes for training, and had to do the game in the midday sun in our regular clothes.
We won 13-9, and they took it very well. They were very eager to greet us, take pictures with us and talk with us with their limited English throughout the entire affair. So somewhere out there, there's a picture of me standing with 12 Cuban schoolgirls who all wanted a picture with me.
They didn't ask individually, the girl in school uniform on the left asked for herself and brought all of her friends afterwards without telling me.
These are pictures from the swamp containing reconstructed buildings and living areas from indigenous people. There was no wind in this area at all, zero. With an insane humidity and heat it was a blessing to ride around on jetskis.