Not that I had much time anyway, but I was unable to get onto the Internet. I only made a half-assed attempt at it though as I found that I really wasn’t missing my cellphone, emails, or texts. I wasn’t here to stay connected to a virtual world, I was here to ride, meet people, see, smell, hear and taste in a real world, one that was a world away from my own.
Our ride today took us along the beautiful southern coast of Cuba. But as they say, “there are no free lunches,” and we had to buck another headwind for at least part of the trip. That was fine with me, as I would rather deal with a headwind along the Cuban shoreline, than be going downhill with a tailwind at my back riding through the streets of LA. If you’d like to compare for yourself, click here.
After a few kilometers we turned and lost the headwind. The road here also became flatter. But the improved road conditions didn’t do much to help the land crabs that were squashed on top of the pavement. They lived across the road from the shore and had to survive two trips across it. Once to get to the shore to lay their eggs, and then once again to return. Darwinism had found its way to this remote corner of the world, and the highway was littered with either crab body parts, or completely flattened “Highway Doilies.”
Next to the casa was a makeshift memorial to several Cuban agents who had snuck into the US and infiltrated an anti-Castro group in Florida. They were exposed, captured, and are still being held prisoners in the US.
We had a great lunch of lobster, fish and prawns that really hit the spot.
Our tour guide in the gardens was a wonderful Cuban woman who spoke 3 languages as well as having an encyclopedic knowledge of the flora in the gardens.
Unfortunately for the Russians, but fortunately for the Cubans, a little accident called Chernobyl occurred around this time. The plant being built in Cuba was based on the Chernobyl design and after the catastrophic accident, the Cubans promptly told the Russians, “Nyet!”
The building was totally Spartan and had all the charm and ambience of a substation station. Half of the fixtures didn’t work, but it did have a large outdoor pool, which we all invaded as soon as we tossed our bags into our rooms.
It was a salt-water pool, and I had been in them before. But the salinity was higher than the ocean we had just swam in yesterday, and my eyes were burning from irritation. Now I know what contact lenses feel like.
I got out and showered, noting that the towels in the room smelled like fish. Before dinner I took a short nap which felt heavenly.
Drab Soviet construction or not, I was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
More adventures tomorrow. Catch you on the flip side!!!