Trip Start Jan 24, 2009
7Trip End Feb 23, 2009
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Where I stayed
Hostal Sra Jorgelina Palacio Marin
I said goodbyes to the people at Cienfuegos and Michael who is headed in the other direction. We had good conversation and he showed me his photographs from Alaska and Mexico that he made a slide show of. There were some very impressive photos and I see that he has a talent for nature photography.
After breakfast I waited for the 11:AM bus to Trinidad which never showed up. So we managed to get a minivan around 1:30PM with 9 of us packed into it and I had to hold my bike on my lap. I would have taken a picture but my camera was buried somewhere and the driver took a shortcut on roads that were a little less comfortable than on the Viazul. After almost getting my teeth knocked out because of resting my chin on my tire, I decided to keep away from it.
The others kept looking back at me to see if I was Ok. It was the first time I was ever up to my neck in bicycle with baggage all around unable to move a whole lot. We made it to Trinidad and I really needed to go relieve myself with all the bumps and excitement. Well, this very large and slow moving lady found me and I followed her forever until we reached the casa. Every once in a while I would take the lead to pick up the pace a little which she somewhat responded to until the next turn and I had to fall back. It's funny how I find fault in a person's heritage when they are slowing me down .. I am too much in need to relieve myself to appreciate the scenery... Gotta go ....
This Aunt Jemina at the casa has taken my visa and passport. That makes me nervous because they do not have to do that. I finally gave in but I will leave before I do that again. I think they like to keep it for payment security. I'd rather just pay up front one day at a time. There was a guy at Ania's casa who lost his passport and it took 3 days at immigration to get things straightened out.
I found the internet place but their computers would not accept my memory stick so I am off to find another placed later on, but first I need food. I am sharing this casa with a 35 year old from San Francisco. The place is really big with each of us having a room and sharing a common kitchen and dining room .... whoa, I am moving up LOL.
Well, I could not find another internet station that I could plug my memory stick into so I just sent off a short message to let everyone know that I am still alive. There are no other places in town so this will not get off until some other town.
The guy from San Francisco left but we had some good conversation last night and the "shifty" lady at this casa seems to be warming up. I really wanted to give her a little kick in the posterior yesterday but today my Cuban spirit is starting to return ..... and I am "breathing through my nose" again.
After writing this I will bike to La Boca, a beach area about 7-8 km from here to see if there is a nicer place to stay by the water. Don't get me wrong though, the charm of this colonial town is very captivating. Although there is a lot of hustle and bustle there is less traffic and the photo opportunities are endless. It also inspires the imagination to write. A person can stop every ten feet to take in the atmosphere. Horses, oxen, bicycles bumping down the cobblestones, oxen, cubby holes emanating salsa .... there is no end to it.