As we sipped our drinks, one of the guards to the monument (1km down a gated road) offered us a special ‘evening’ price to get in. Everyone was happy with the cash-in-hand deal and we headed off on our bikes to see what they had created to glorify the disembarkation point. It did not disappoint! The yacht used had been recreated in ply-board and stuck on the base of an old truck. There was a long ‘pier’ made of decaying concrete that went out 1km into the mangrove. We cycled along the meter wide path at times having to dismount and climb over missing sections to get to the end. Happy that we had seen this historical point we headed back to the mainland, while being eaten alive by thousands (if not millions of mosquitoes and sand flies). We could not get our long clothing on quickly enough as the vile creatures laughed at our powerful insect repellent. The true discomfort would arrive the next day.
Returned to the kiosk for aperitifs before trying out our first ‘local’ meal. Earlier in the afternoon a persistent lady had cagouled us into trying some local specialities. Another chance for Tadek to eat some fish. It was expensive compared to local fare, but was our first true meal since entering Cuba. Not exactly special, but after two weeks eating stodge; a salad, some rice, plantains, fish and a spicy dressing were very much appreciated.
We pitched our tent near the beach, campismo and kiosk then lay down to be eaten again by the mosquitoes that had managed to squeeze into the tent with us.
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