Our ride was a 1942 Willy. Roy is a local and he gave us a ride. He was cheaper than paying a taxi, which was fine with us since we knew it was helping his personal economy. Roy and his dad rebuilt 2 Willys in their front yard (amazing). It was great hearing Roy talk about his dad and how they worked on the jeep together.
We had a blast riding around in that Willy. You can see the jeep in action by clicking on the link below. The town we are riding through is called Fontanar, just outside the capitol. My dad tells me this was a new development in the 1950's and my Tio Alberto owned a few lots to build before they were taken away by the regime.
Our journey in Cuba was underway. On this Sunday, I was off to attend a church service at the same church my parents went to youth group, attended school, and were later married more than 50 years ago. I would be the first of my family to step in this church since my parents left in 1962.
Please note the 2 liter bottle of gas sitting between me and the driver, and the towel he's using to wipe away... spilled gas. The 2 liter bottle is a homemade gas gauge.