After a night in Santa Clara we drove south the next day towards Trinidad, the colourful town that is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The drive through Topes de Collantes National Park, with its green landscape and small villages, was an experience in itself.
Finca Guachinango and Torre de Manaca
Instead of taking the direct route we made a small loop east of Topes de Collantes. One stop was Finca Guachinango, a nicely restored finca with a restaurant for tourists. A suckling pig was sizzling over the fire, but we were more drawn to a cold beer. Then on to the Torre de Manaca, a tower with a wonderful view over the landscape south of Topes de Collantes and the sugar cane fields.
The abandoned sugar mill of Buenavista
Shortly before Trinidad, the abandoned building of the Ingenio Jesús de Nazareno de Buenavista appeared on the left – a detour we couldn’t resist. Shortly after sunset we reached Trinidad and looked forward to a cosy evening with good food and music in the colourful streets.
After a night in Santa Clara we head south – two pedestrians by the road, a white house.Left, a lorry between palms; right, soft hills – in black and white.Two oxen leave their tracks across the field, palms and farmsteads behind.Green hills beneath a low bank of cloud, twice – the drive through Topes de Collantes.Clouds cling to the wooded summit, a lone palm standing on the right.Left, tall grass in front of the mountain; right, a misty ridge.Palms in front of a mountain whose summit is lost in the clouds.Left, a red car on the bend; right, the empty road under clouds.Two yoked oxen pull a barrel cart along the roadside.A dirt track leads to a white house, a cone-shaped hill behind.A bus shelter under a tree with red blossoms – a stop in the middle of the countryside.Palms and a red-roofed house in the green valley – small villages line the route.Royal palms rise from the green slope in Topes de Collantes National Park.A turquoise classic car comes towards us on the forest road.A blue lorry with a green cargo bed in front of small houses.Left, the pale road through the forest; right, a slope full of treetops.Dense forest as far as the eye can see – Topes de Collantes.Seen through the leaves: a pale cow and a person in the field.Wooded ridges under clouds, a palm in the foreground.A yellow classic car between palms on the country road.On the tracks of a rusty railway bridge.Cattle and horses in the pasture, a pale horned cow in front.Left, the yellow dining room; right, a room with a blue door – the Finca Guachinango has been lovingly restored.A suckling pig sizzles over the fire – we were more drawn to a cold beer.A framed portrait of a child on a rough wall, in black and white.A peeling wall frieze of stars in turquoise, brown and pink.A river between dense green banks, low hills behind.White embroidery hangs along the cobbled street, the Torre de Manaca rising at the end.White lace and a colourful patchwork quilt beneath a tree.Looking down from the tower: the stalls of white linen line the path.Through a round window of the Torre de Manaca the view opens onto the fields.A glorious view from the Torre de Manaca over pastures and fields to the mountains.The village at the foot of the tower, laundry between the rooftops.The Torre de Manaca with its pointed roof above a bed of purple flowers.Shortly before Trinidad the abandoned Buenavista sugar mill appears on the left.The facade of the Ingenio Jesús de Nazareno de Buenavista on the hillside, in black and white.Left, the grand doorway; right, a peeling red door – a detour into the abandoned sugar mill.No roof left, grass on the floor, a masonry block in the middle.Left, a tiled threshold; right, a stone balustrade above the valley.A brick arch above the opening, the plaster long since fallen away.Two worn-out shoes in a sunny doorway of the ruin.An overgrown staircase leads up to a round arch.Low stone ruins beneath large trees near the sugar mill.“Buick Eight” on the chrome grille, in black and white.Left, the black classic car on the track; right, its red steering wheel.A wide valley with palms in front of the mountain range, in black and white.A lone tree in the pasture in front of the wooded mountain range.Twice, the view over fields and rows of trees to the mountains.Left, a wooden cross on a yellow wall; right, a colourful lane with a horse cart – arrived in Trinidad.White beard, red steps: an encounter in the colourful streets of Trinidad.Left, a square at night; right, a wet lane with someone at a window.Warm light in a dark lane – the evening in Trinidad begins.