Monday, 18 April 2011
One of the strangest things we saw on our trip around Cuba was a crocodile farm. I didn't even know that anyone farmed crocodiles, but there they were. Wandering around the complex, we saw that they were separated into large pens according to their age - from heaps of tiny toddlers to grizzled old men who looked like they'd quite like to sink their teeth into a passing tourist, if only they could be bothered to move out of the shade. I'd never seen crocodiles before, so in a sense it was fascinating, but it was sad to see them so far removed from their natural habitats.