Another long day of walking.
Walked over another provincial border, from Matanzas into Cienfuegos!
Phone batt's out, so no pix.
Dry fields. Fires. Wood smoke smells. Seems like an appropriate name. I think they named the province (& city) after revolutionary Camilo Cienfuegos, but there were around 100 fires.
Funny call I keep hearing the horse driver yell: Caballo!