Morning in Bayamo, Cuba. A morning like most other places. Kids going to school, people sweeping their front stoop, a cop writing a parking ticket, old men sitting around smoking and talking.

You can see the school kids wear a uniform. This is standard in Cuba. For some strange reason, the uniforms of Japanese and Cuban school kids are nearly identical. Politely put, one could say that the girl's uniforms stretch the bounds of propriety by the standards imposed by an outsider such as myself. Yes, the miniskirts are short.