Baseball has never been my sport although the one time I did attend a game, in the US, I enjoyed it the same way I enjoy cricket – spending more time devouring my giant hot dog and observing the crowd than watching the guys in front of me smack a ball and run for their lives.
They told me Cuba was baseball country, though and they were right. Explore the back streets of Old Havana and you’ll be ducking every few minutes as balls fly through the air – and the same goes for the lanes of sleepier, dustier towns in the countryside.
I was in Cuba almost a month and witnessed just one football game and even that was abandoned when there were enough players for baseball.
Here are some pics:
Like this? You’ll love Colombia a comedy of errors.
Absolutely adore these pictures. I’ve become such a huge baseball fan since moving to the Americas.