The Beach Trip That Never Happened and a Cycling Tour in Viñales
A few minutes after waking up in the morning, I receive a text message from Sonja:“Where are you?”
Earlier we had already noticed that Marek’s phone clock had jumped one hour ahead after connecting to the Cuban mobile network. I reply that we have just woken up and that they should go to the beach without us.
Soon we realize what actually happened: both my phone and Marek’s phone have now jumped one hour behind the real time. An unfortunate mix-up — we completely missed the agreed meeting time.
So we return to our original plan instead. We rent bicycles and head out into the countryside toward a cave with an underground river. There we join a group of French tourists for a short boat ride through the cave.
Later in the evening we return to the same salsa venue we had visited earlier, and afterwards stop by a bar where we chat for a while with two Dutch travelers, Maria and Mia.
Maria tells us that she first visited Cuba as a child, and the experience left such a strong impression on her that she never forgot it. Later she traveled through much of South America, but she felt that none of those places had quite the same magic as Cuba.
Now she has finally made it back.
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