Biking on Cuba part 2 - Oriente: 3 Banes

Internet and telephone are two different things. We spent an hour or so outside the telephone company yesterday. The Cuban way of line up is very smart. There is not even a line. More an irregular hord of people. Some sitting, some standing in small groups, talking with their loud voices, some doing something completely different some distance away.
"Ultimo?" Is the thing to ask. Meaning. Who is the last one. And then one of them admits it's him/her. The others helping out and pointing. So, the only thing you have to do is keep an eye on your ultimo guy. Because you will be served after him.
An hour outside and maybe twenty minutes inside. Etecsa is the name of the state owned telephone company. We still think it is possible to buy a Cuba sim card to be able to surf. It is not. For 40 CUC you can by a sim card, but only for local phone calls. So, if you want internet, you have to go to a city park where there is Wi-fi. And to be able to connect you need a code. That is provided on a card that cost 1 CUC and gives you access to one hour of wi-fi. I buy five of those cards.

Today is a flat day, with nice breeze coming from behind. The wind is quite cool, we decided to move on instead of having a day on the beach as planned. The sky is overcast with clouds. I am not really in the mood for stopping at Mayari at lunchtime. We can continue, why don't we? But Roland is wise. We are not in a hurry. And - the Casa Yoya just outside of this little town is paradise. The house is so well built we can hardly believe it's Cuba. Our room and bathroom holds a class of it's own. Super nice people and best of all, the roof terrace. Perfect for evening qigong. Perfect for book writing. Surrounded by green. Overlooking the blueish Cristal mountains. The sounds; pigs, hens, roasters, dogs, birds, horses, cows. And people of course, it sounds like they are in a constant word battle when they talk to each other. Shouting out the words. Flowers in blue, purple, orange, red and white. A woman hanging up laundry in many colors on a roof nearby. This is a truly colorful country. Love it.
Cuba - you fill up my senses.

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