In the footsteps of Fidel

Vibrant green mountains.

Hawks wheeling on thermals against impossibly blue skies.

Humming birds buzzing from bloom to bloom. Pigs and chooks scurrying into the bush as the crystal waters of the Rio Yarababble along a rocky gorge. We had arrived - at last – in the pastoral bliss of the tiny settlement of Santo Domingo, ready to climb El Pico Turquino in the Sierra Maestra, the highest mountain range in Cuba.

The sierra ...