Extended blog entries might be a little while coming so, in the meantime, here is list of some of the highs and lows of cycling Cuba.
Highlights:
- Cuban smiles and warmth.
- Thunderstorm skies.
- Camping on beaches watching lightning over the sea.
- Random conversations.
- Meeting other cyclists.
- Gunanahacabibes Peninsula.
- Literate and well-informed children (and general population).
- Vinales valley.
- Cenotes and caves.
- Fresh fish. Lobster.
- Finding unpaved roads.
- Seven shades of Caribbean blue.
- A clandestine tour of an abandoned nuclear power station with four guys who are quietly (and illegally) dismantling it under the not so watchful eyes of the military.
- Camping on the beach with Cuban biology students watching for nesting giant turtles.
- Diving and snorkelling.
Lowlights:
- Riding through Havana when it was knee deep in stinking storm water and getting soaked: my clothes have never ever smelt so vile.
- Lousy food.
- Queuing up for hours at markets that only sell four items: unripe avocados, over-ripe bananas, yams, bell chillies.
- Giant speakers pumping out dance music at idiotic volumes on beaches and other public places.
- The Cuban conversation.
- Cuban vehicle exhaust.
- Camping by the freeway in a rainstorm.
- Pathetic mangy dogs.
- “Lady, where are you from? Want to rent room?”
- Literate and well-informed children (and general population) begging.
- Visits from the military in the middle of the night.
- Cuban pick up lines: “It’s my birthday…..” (I mean what, exactly is the expected response here? “Oh, OK, I’ll give you your birthday blow job, then.”)
- Cubana Airlines.
Things that get old, quickly:
- Socialist propaganda.
- Two currencies.
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I am curious, what is your next destination?
Hmmmm….. Good question.
South, overall, towards South America. Belize, I guess, and then Guatemala but I haven’t got a fixed idea of my route yet.
Hope you get back down to Brazil…. continue fscinated by Cuba and would like to hear much more
Just some add on comments – just flew TAM from SP to London to come for my brother Alex’s wedding bringing gustavo my youngest and Tereza: I only got through the Brazilian passport control on leaving after forty minutes and having got stroppy and sworn at a federal policeman and Delegado then got to the plane to discover that Gustavo Tereza and I were in three seats at least 8 rows from each other. 45 minutes after take off time, the crew managed to get me and Gustavo together and another family reunited on the flight in similar circumstances!! To be just though – the bagage and wedding present sandwiched in true Brazilian style between two cardboard boxes. :)
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