Unfortunately the next morning was again really hard to find food. We could only find a little cafeteria on a side street that sold sandwiches and juice and shitty instant coffee. Also a screw had come loose from my back rack and my heavy paniers needed a secure connection. Luckily Sarah had a bungee cord that fit perfectly. NB. Always travel with zap straps.
After that we spent an hour in the town square squinting in the heavy sun trying, in vain, to find a tiny metal spring piece from our pump. Luckily it still worked even without the missing bit!
We headed out with bottles of water and tamarind juice. Also I remembered I had a piece of halva I'd brought from Canada. But no real snacks, no almonds, no trail mix like we usually stock. This was a major concern because when you're touring you need to eat!
We eventually stopped for lunch at a restaurant with girls wearing skin tight turquoise jeans and hot pink lipstick. They matched their restaurant's decor! Cuba loves colour. We had some fish, rice and salad to fuel us for the rest of our hot, dusty ride into La Habana.
We pulled into the capital around late afternoon after taking the ciclobus, a bus that bikes have to take to get into the city because there's a tunnel. We arrived at our host's house before dinner, then, STARVING set out for dinner with Juan Silvio, the sweetest man and colleague of my mentor, Hilary, from Vancouver. He took us on a tour if old Havana visiting Bar La Floridita (a Hemingway favourite) and we had dinner in a restaurant in one of the city's many plazas.
After that we spent an hour in the town square squinting in the heavy sun trying, in vain, to find a tiny metal spring piece from our pump. Luckily it still worked even without the missing bit!
We headed out with bottles of water and tamarind juice. Also I remembered I had a piece of halva I'd brought from Canada. But no real snacks, no almonds, no trail mix like we usually stock. This was a major concern because when you're touring you need to eat!
We eventually stopped for lunch at a restaurant with girls wearing skin tight turquoise jeans and hot pink lipstick. They matched their restaurant's decor! Cuba loves colour. We had some fish, rice and salad to fuel us for the rest of our hot, dusty ride into La Habana.
We pulled into the capital around late afternoon after taking the ciclobus, a bus that bikes have to take to get into the city because there's a tunnel. We arrived at our host's house before dinner, then, STARVING set out for dinner with Juan Silvio, the sweetest man and colleague of my mentor, Hilary, from Vancouver. He took us on a tour if old Havana visiting Bar La Floridita (a Hemingway favourite) and we had dinner in a restaurant in one of the city's many plazas.
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