In the end we turned
to the gas station to get a taxi. In a last attempt we asked for a room
and were lucky. A man showed us the way through the village and we spent
the night in a villager’s house. The owner tried her best, but after
a hot, noisy and almost sleepless night we got up very early and said
goodbye to our host.
We cycled in the
direction of Moa. After 70 
kilometres
and in the middle of the siesta we stopped and sat down. The last hot
and sleepless night was demanding its toll. After a few minutes a truck
appeared and Robert got on his feet and waived the driver, but the truck
drove on. He tried it once more and, to my surprise the truck stopped.
We hitched a ride for the last 35 kilometres. In Moa we checked into
a hotel overlooking the sea on one side and a large nickel smelter on
the other and spend the rest of the afternoon in the hotel pool.
After a good night sleep we started fresh on our way to Baracoa, a city
which has only been reachable by land since the 1960's. In this old city
Columbus first set foot on Cuba. The road to Baracoa turned out to be
one of the most beautiful roads we would see in Cuba. Much of it was a
hilly dirt road along the coastline. From the moment we left Moa until
we reached Baracoa some 80 kilometres to the east we played hide and seek
with a gasoline truck that was supplying the villages. We started waiving
at each other, and arrived at the same time in Baracoa. All three of us
were tired and empty.
After
the last few days in hilly terrain we now had to go through Sierra del
Purial over “La Farola”, the pass to Guantanamo.
After we put all things in perspective we thought it would be a good idea
not to cycle this road and we hired a car to drive to 
Santiago
de Cuba. After a visit to Santiago we left for another dolphin show and
the Prehistoric Park.
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