I like to draw on buses, because it is essentially impossible. Although there were none of the usual Latin American three-way passing manoeuvres on blind curves, the roads are in pretty rough shape, as you can see in the drawing. But if you look carefully and imaginatively, you'll see royal palms (the Cuban national tree), a ceiba tree, a turkey vulture, a thatched house, a rider on a horse, an ox, small farm plots, sugar cane, a chicken, a goat, some little mountains, and a message from Che saying "!Homeland or death!" And also the crucial fuzzy dice, which take the place of Jesus and Mary iconsin protecting atheist Cuban vehicles from the vagaries of the road.
Viñales is a pretty town. Almost too pretty, because most of the houses are very clean-looking and painted bright cheery colours. It's not a coincidence that most of them are also casas particulares (private homes with rooms for rent by tourists). The history though is that a hurricane destroyed many of the older houses; the many new houses are the government-supported replacements. The little old church may have been supplanted by a cargo cult centred around the tourist buses, but for many people, life goes on as always. Horses and horse carts are a main form of transport, heavier goods are carried in ox carts, and townspeople mostly sit around in rocking chairs in front of their houses. I suspect if the tourists disappeared, things would pretty much just continue on as they always have.