The drive to Baracoa with a map book we borrowed off the son of the lovely Cuban family we had supper with was not the best, but a great deal better than nothing.  We managed to find our way out of Holguin going towards Santiago de Cuba, but found ourselves swept into Santiago without meaning to be.  Eventually, we found a very small tarmac road which took us towards Guantanimo and Baracoa and then joined a very good road to Guantanimo, so much better than any other, possibly something to do with the American presence in Guantanimo Bay which is, of course, a strictly no go area.