Charlie and I, our wrangler William, and two other riders began our excursion through The Viñales Valley with a stop at the tobacco fields.
Combined sugar cane and coffee fields were next on the trip agenda.
Each stop along the way a guide was provided to tell us pertinent facts about the crops and how they are processed.
The guides are also supposed to sell us some of the finished products that can only be purchased on the plantations.
While we succumbed to cigars we did not buy and rum nor coffee at this point in our journey.
While we were waiting to be served a small tasting of rum a roving minstrel with a guitar serenaded us with a very aggressive song. A young lady in our party translated for us a suggestive love song of sorts.
When finished our musician laid a tip saucer on the table.
Then the five of us mounted up again to ride to the Valley of Silence where there was a small open-air cantina and a lake for swimming if one was so inclined.
Our silence was bombarded with a loud drunk who had evidently spent the day at the cantina and was now lying in the dirt yelling at the top of his lungs non-stop.
Since it was late in the day we did not swim. The last leg of our journey, about 25 minutes, took us back to the stables.
We walked through town to return to our casa particulare stopping at the open-air market in the middle of town where we promised to return the next morning to make some souvenir purchases.
What’s your pleasure: rum, coffee, cigars?