Everywhere we went outside of Havana we saw people needing a ride. Few people have their own vehicles and depend on the kindness of others to get them there and back. Our guide assured us it was safe to hitchhike in his country. It has to be as everyone does it. While hitchers were everywhere we saw gathering areas with dozens of hopefuls bound for home in the late afternoon or off to work in the morning. It doesn't matter what you have to offer, a car, a tractor, an oxcart. If you've got a spare seat or a place someone can hang on, you offer and it is accepted. Our bus driver,with our blessing, even offered a ride on occasion. An old women with an armload of groceries along a lonely road one time, a police officer the next. It is the upside to poverty, I suppose, people still help one another. We saw many examples a day of beggars not being choosers. I regret I didn't get a photo of these staging areas, but I did get the above picture of commuters sardined into the back of a truck at the end of a day. I wasn't quick enough to get a picture of them scrambling up the back and sides of this truck to fight for a place in the box. This was by no means full. I am sure a few more could squeeze in if they had to, and from what I known of Cuba, they do have to.