Please note, this is what happened to me and can happen to anyone. I took a two-day road trip to Trinidad and Cienfuegos during my last weekend in Cuba.
Everything went well in Trinidad. I strolled around old stone streets, went dancing, met a few nice and normal Cuban musicians and ate a bunch of ice cream and pizza from local kiosks. At the bus stop on the way to Cienfuegos I met two guys from London and we spoke for a couple hours on the bus. They were heading to a different town and we decided to get a beer in a few days.
When the bus arrived to Cienfuegos there were a lot of people at the bus stop offering Casas Particulares. I got the cheapest one. After I got settled and talked to the host family, I decided to take a walk to get to know the city.
It was a Sunday night and the sun was going down beautifully reflecting in the water. Lots of young people were drinking ron and beer, dancing reggateon and talking. When I turned on a less populated street I noticed that a tall black guy with dreadlocks was walking on the other side of a road at the same speed.
He looked like a Tarzan. Everyone is relaxed, smiling, laughing. Where are you from? We started talking and he asked if I wanted to see a little castle at the end of the waterfront. He looked almost exactly like my friend Nick from college and that made me trust him.
