Trinidad is a 500-year old Cuban city warped in time. Walking around, in narrow streets covered in cobbled stones, I didn’t find it difficult to convince myself that I was living and breathing in the past.
Time travel, in Trinidad, is indeed, possible.
Try to wake up early–before everyone does–and walk around the empty streets and you’ll find yourself losing in its morning silence, between long queues of multi-coloured houses, punctuated by narrow intersections. Classic 1950’s cars sit idly, waiting to exhale. The sounds of the horses’ hooves running about is music to your ears.
When the first rays of the sun glisten through, the painted houses dazzle and come alive. Their colours are slowly becoming bold like permanent rainbows God had installed to keep the city gloriously fabulous!
As the locals starts their daily chores, the roosters crow incessantly like trying to piss off the sleepy heads under their sheets. And before you know it, the irksome sounds of cars and motorcycles–and the appalling amount of fumes they vent–awake you from your time travel.
And just like that, in a blink of an eye, you’re back in the present-day world.