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San Diego de los Banos: An Unplanned Destination

I’m cycling alone in the small town of San Cristobal in search of a taxi. Yvonne sits and waits near a shop, guarding her fully loaded bike and my bags. Every few people on the street I ask where I can find a taxi; I’m always pointed down the road.

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Short Cycle to Soroa (and Our First Flat)

Even though it’s only 25 km to Soroa from Las Terrazas, it was the toughest ride for us. The hills were very steep, forcing us off our bikes to push for some of them, and it also rained a little on us.

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Cycling to Las Terrazas (and the Mariel Boatlift)

Along the North Road, a highway that runs parallel to Cuba’s north coast, we would pass through the industrial town of Mariel. Entering it was abysmal; we were greeted with a huge cement factory. Mariel, though, is more famous for the Mariel boatlift.

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Cycling Havana to Villa Cocomar

“This is what I now say to hurricanes.” With that, he raised his arm — palm down, fist out — and extended his middle finger.

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How to Get to Know a City

Each time we returned to Havana it felt more and more like home, like we were becoming locals.

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Havana – The Neighbourhoods

All of Havana is not crazy and random.

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Havana – First Impressions

I always describe Las Vegas as a shock to the senses, an over-stimulation. In a completely different way, so is Havana.

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On Bikes in Cuba

It’s an understatement to say that the bikes in Cuba are shoddy. They’re downright horrible.

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Welcome to Cuba

The old man struggles up the hill, his overflowing rear basket obscuring most of his frail body. His bicycle is swaying side-to-side as he pedals. Left. Right. Left. Right.

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