We arrived here at quarter to 8 and I quickly found a Casa particular, not cheap but very nice and breakfast was included. I had a shower and though I did not sleep at all went out again immediately, hat three Icecreams and a coffee and sat down at a plaza. Didn’t take long until the first person wanted to sell something and begged. Why do I go to those touristspots, I hate it. But then there was another man, Rafael. 69 years old, lives in a cottage with his mother, 7 km from Trinidad. He has a little plantage with mangos, bananas, tobaco and coffee and the most rotten shoes I’ve ever seen. My “old” Nikes that I left in Cancun because they were already musty in my backpack from my swim in Lake Ontario would have served him 5 years or so. I felt bad. Rafael told me that unfortunately his horse died 3 years ago. Now he could only carry 10 kg every day (instead of 50 kg) of bananas to town for selling them and that makes it hard to save money and…
Yes ok, I souldn’t have… maybe it was stupid. I gave him money to buy a horse. He knows one for sale that’s 20 years old but in not too bad shape, costs 50 CUC. It will serve Rafael for some more 10 years to go to Trinidad for selling his harvest. Tomorrow we’ll meet at the plaza, he wants to show me his horse. I feel naive but he only thing I can think off is: Papa would have done the same…
