With winds being from the east and only having a month in the country, I was either going to have to just tour around Havana, or take some sort of transport. I went with the easy option of taking a Viazul bus from Havana to Holguin in the east. They are buses aimed at tourists and the one to Holguin cost about 45 CUC for the 750km. I could have tried my luck hitching a lift, or bargaining, but it was much easier just going to the bus terminal, and going with the luxury option.
We pulled in to Holguin
Even though I’d been feeling bad the night before, when I woke up I was feeling better. I’d cleaned my water bottle to ensure that it wasn’t the cause, and then we headed out to start our climb up into the mountains. It was overcast, which probably took a little something from the view, but I still remember the headaches I had the first day of climbing the Devils Backbone in the sun back in early June, so the cloud and thus cooler temperatures were just fine with me.
It took 3-4
Even though the 3rd course at UNAM finished on the 3rd of December, we didn’t hit the road until the 12th which was good, although it was a shame about the circumstances. Back in September, I and Pedro had applied to change our status from tourists to students before our original 180 day visa ran out. Mine took a while, but with some prodding I eventually got it. Pedro wasn’t so lucky. After missing lots of classes going to the visa office (which is open 9-1, same time as class) he
Pedro had barely slept in Guasave, was exhausted after the escapades of the previous day, and so decided to sleep in. Miguel rode out first and I went to a supermarket to get some snacks for the day. I am sure I’ll be going to their bakeries in the future because I was amazed by the deliciousness and cheapness. They had slices of cake and other wonderful things for only 4 pesos, which is about 30 cents. I got a couple and have decided they make the perfect breakfast, and quite possibly lunch
After the conversation back in Topolobampo about waking up late, I was happy that we’d packed the night before and were on the road before 7. Our riding style means that we head out together, but ride at different speeds. Generally I’m ahead and so when I see a Pemex (government owned petrol station), or an Oxxo (Mexican 7-11), I pull over and wait for Miguel and Pedro to catch up. It means we all get to ride as fast or slow as we want, without having to be concerned about inconveniencing