I slept like a baby and found it hard to get up. Teresa had been kept awake by strange, repeated howling noises. Although it had rained we were still dry in the morning. By 8am we were on the road again. Returned to crappy Cuban food with omelette in bread for breakfast washed down with sweet black coffee. 5 km down the road I had a puncture. Decided not to visit the open air cold water baths and continued towards Soroa. On a junction before the town we totally changed our minds and headed north west instead.
The scenery was spectacular and the villages interesting. Several ice creams and a chatty German speaking Cuban in Bahia Honda. Another 45 km took us to the expected beach resort of Cayo Levisa. The clue was in the name, it was actually an island and we had arrived at a very dull jetty and a snack bar servicing a once daily boat. After another ice-cream, we cut our losses and decided to stay in the only casa particular in the area. Hot water was much appreciated after three days sleeping rough.
The scenery was spectacular and the villages interesting. Several ice creams and a chatty German speaking Cuban in Bahia Honda. Another 45 km took us to the expected beach resort of Cayo Levisa. The clue was in the name, it was actually an island and we had arrived at a very dull jetty and a snack bar servicing a once daily boat. After another ice-cream, we cut our losses and decided to stay in the only casa particular in the area. Hot water was much appreciated after three days sleeping rough.