I met and married a Cuban artist Called Raul. I met him in London and on my first trip to Cuba wanted to see where he was born. It was a six hours drive and a four hour (grueling) walk from Guantanamo and this image was half way along the walk. It was not a staged image and I was fascinated not only by finding Che on a wall in the middle of nowhere but that underneath was a red bike which is just what he rode!