After a lengthy night of sickening rocking, we had finally reached Baracoa. Admittedly, this was not our final destination, but a good place to stop either way.
We were surprised when the Guarda Fronterra (essentially the Cuban water border, and coast guard) said that we were allowed to actually go on land here, but we needed to leave someone on the boat. So we left Dad, who was really exhausted from the night, and brought Mom to the town, who was just a little bit less exhausted. Since we had put our Dinghy motor up on the big boat for the passage, we had Dad row us over to a landing, then row back, because there was no dock.
|This is what happens after a night's passage. I took this picture of our whole starboard hull using the "panorama" setting on our camera. That is dad in the cabin at the back, and mom in the front.|
|Rowing to the dock in Baracoa.|
|This wreck sits right off the dock at Baracoa.|
|We had to climb up over these tires to get in and out of the dinghy.|
|A Cuban apartment building.|
|Time to play spot the tourist again!|
We walked around for a little while after, until we saw a nice spot in the shade, so we ate the ice cream there.
|Lots of horse drawn carriages in Baracoa.|
|And a bici-taxi.|
|A Cuban pizza place.|
|The Malecon at Baracao.|
|Peeking into a Cuban church.|
|Checking out some market goods in Baracoa.|