Today's highlight is the road train. A big toy train with three open bogies. We leave the hotel at 10 am sharp Cuban Standard Time. All modes of transport travel right through the middle of the road. The road stretched out in front of us without any markings, roughly the width of two buses. Like a crumpled up, but proud, sash around Miss Cuba the road glistened and bore its potholes well. The trip from Playa Pascara [where our hotel is] to Guardalavaca [our destination, which means 'Watch out for the cows'] takes 25 mts and costs us US$5. We pass at least 10 outstretched hands thumbing a ride. The traffic is much less on the roads and the next available mode of transport for those thumbers could be anything from our toy train, to a bus, truck, moped, minvan, car, horsebuggy, horseback or cycle.
Kissed by a dolphin?
The day started early, a few sunrays before six. The sun peeped, ran an eye over Holguin beach, looked up, parted the curtains of our resort room, and summoned me to the window. Our third-floor room offered a fabulous view of the resort and nature: thick vegetation to my right, with the beach curving away from behind my right shoulder to the front as far as the eye can see. Magnificent, indeed! The white sands of the beach seemed to have turned pale by holding its breath at the beauty of the sea. The water was a brilliant blue closer to the shore and turned sea green as it went deeper.
Let me back track a bit with a small introduction. The first image that came to my mind when I heard of the company junket to Cuba was the bearded face of Fidel Castro. It was soon smoked out by another image, that of a fine, fat Cuban cigar. Is that all about Cuba that comes to mind?
Let me back track a bit with a small introduction. The first image that came to my mind when I heard of the company junket to Cuba was the bearded face of Fidel Castro. It was soon smoked out by another image, that of a fine, fat Cuban cigar. Is that all about Cuba that comes to mind?
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