So I sauntered into a small cigar factory after an Ex-pat American chatted me up in a coffee shop. I let him know my interest level in seeing some cigar action and he took me by the hand (of course he was a geriatric, or geri, as I like to refer to my fan club of elders). We went to his usual cigar spot and we were let in to view the room where things were happening! For free 🙂 Turned into a memorable morning in a random town along the PanAmericana.
YET, not all that random, as a result of Fidel Castro and the Cuban Revolution in 1959, a mass exodus of Cuban cigar makers occurred. Many ended up in this little town called Esteli.