The end point is in Cuba, and I have been familiar with this country since I was a child. In the past, the radio always talked about a few socialist brothers, and there were few old friends who fought side by side with China.

Facing across the sea from Florida in the United States, it is like a crocodile lying on the southern gate. As the only socialist country in the Americas, it confronts the world's number one power for half a century like a tough guy.

Like a mirror that travels through time and space, it can reflect the former China. Food coupons, rationing system, planned economy, and these past tense are still the present time of Cuba.

When I came to Havana and was blocked by the US economy for nearly 60 years, it seemed like a pause button was pressed here. It was like a gift that had been sealed for half a century, allowing people to see the stop in the time tunnel a long time ago.

More than 900 buildings in the old city are all over 200 years old. They have experienced vicissitudes but are colorful. Especially the old classic cars on the streets are as cool as ever. Everything is telling the prosperity and charm of the country in the past, making Johnson Johnson feel like he is in an old movie.

Later I realized that the car embargo imposed by the United States on Cuba in the 1960s made it difficult for locals to buy new cars, but it also gave birth to a huge and omnipotent modified car market. The old Ford and Chevrolet in the 1950s were used by locals until now, and even models from 80 years ago can be found here.

Walking through the streets and alleys, attracted by various colorful houses, is like admiring an architectural museum. The adjacent walls are painted in different colors, and from a distance, they look like a rainbow town.

On the asphalt road that is not wide, the sheds on both sides are full of passengers. Cuba is definitely not a major tourist country, and the tourists are not that dense, so you can better feel the local customs.

In a long line of bakery, you can eat 2 different types of local cakes in 1u. The creamy taste is pure but not greasy, and the pastry is just right. There are also local department stores, hospitals, banks, stalls selling various groceries. You spend a morning strolling around and maybe you can also find commemorative stamps for the establishment of diplomatic relations between the Middle Ages.

There are many elderly passers-by on the streets and alleys, especially those of the uncles and grandpas. When they see everyone, their expressions become kind, their eyes are shining, and their arms are raised, and they shout haha ​​like cheers. They can deeply feel their friendship and enthusiasm.

Only the kind of affection for Chinese tourists cannot deeply describe the scene and feelings at that time in words...

At that time, we had just three days since the founding of the People's Republic of China, so we were required to be brothers here. Although Cubans who had experienced that era were old, they always had those passionate years in their memory and had deep friendship with us revolutionary friends.

The prices here are incredibly low. For Cubans, if you find a normal job, you only earn about US$20 a month, and this amount of money may only be able to live in the capital for 5 days.

Therefore, people are forced to go out to do side jobs, those with houses can do homestays, those with cars can rent them, and those with some money can open restaurants and bars. Even the civil servants working in banks and post offices can make money after work, and the government will not stop them.

For young people, there is only survival and no life here. The same 100 euros, the quality you enjoy in Europe and in Cuba is completely different. The most tragic thing is that many countries have a visa rejection towards Cuba. Even if they make enough money, it is difficult for them to enjoy life in the outside world.

Find a tavern, the bartender put a spoonful of white sugar in a high cup, add half a lemon amount of fresh lime juice, cover the white sugar, put the whole mint leaves into the high cup and pound it gently to bring out the mint leaves, then add ~5 whole ice cubes, and 45 ml Havana Club Year rum.

Finally, inject appropriate amount of sparkling water, stir together after it dissolves, and use mint leaves as decoration. Take a sip and it will be cool, especially the mint you planted yourself. The more you pick these herbs, the more luxuriant the plants will be. Mint is one of them.

The next day, I set off from Havana and took a long-distance bus made by Yutong and drove northwest to visit the cigar plantation. This country is very poor, but the cigars are very awesome.

After the rule of Spanish colonists, it was occupied by the Canary Islanders at the end of the 16th century. A large number of Filipinos flocked to develop tobacco cultivation, which also made this place in western Cuba famous for its high-quality tobacco.

Until the mid-19th century, tobacco became popular in Europe and opened sea routes for transportation, which further led to prosperity here and the tourism industry also developed. To this day, the Viñales Valley and the Province of Binaldrio are the third largest tourist destination in Cuba.

Come to the valley village of vi?ales, which is peaceful, beautiful, and uncontested. It is surrounded by rolling limestone hills, dotted with clusters of bamboo forests, banana forests and tall palm king trees.

In the green valley, there are brown-red land plowed by oxen, emerald green tobacco fields, dotted with clusters of thatched huts, and are tobacco drying rooms. On the ancient ox cart, farmers wearing cigars and brim hats slowly drove past the fields to work...

The people here live a peaceful and leisurely pastoral life like this. For those who have just come here from the noisy Havana, it seems to be worldly. This village is a bit primitive, a bit shabby, and very colorful, and has a very peaceful mood.

The last choice was to ride a horse and enter the tobacco fields in the valley of Valle                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    �

Beside the tobacco fields is arable land, with corn and other crops planted. The ox works slowly in the farmland, rides on horseback and walks here, and you are in a natural ecological farm.

There are many cigar estates here. Except for some large ones that belong to the country, many cigar estates belong to individuals. They are called cigar estates, but they are actually cigar leaf plantations. They are called manors as they were called manors.

I was even more disappointed when I saw it with my own eyes. Compared with the red wine estates in France that cost dozens of hectares, the planting area here is very small, about two or three hectares, and it will take a few minutes to get to the end.

In addition to planting tobacco leaves, there is a simple barn for drying tobacco leaves and a small room that can roll cigars and live in people, which is very lol.

Although the sparrow is small, it is full of all organs, including farmland, barn, factories, etc. What's interesting is that there are very few workers rolling cigars in the manor, but they still arrange reading and music time, which is so idle.

I heard from the tour guide that the tobacco field now produces 25 tons of tobacco leaves in almost one hectare. Although the plantation looks dilapidated, it is very important in the cigar industry. Because the cigar leaves of various brands are purchased from these estates, for example, the tobacco leaves of Gorgiba are mainly from nearly ten manors in the two areas of San Juan and San Luis.
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