Day 11 - Wednesday, December 8, 1999

It's ten o'clock in the morning. A woman stands with her son at the intersection of the Santa Clara circunvalación and the road to Manicaragua. Guess what? They have to go to a hospital... The kid looks ill and falls asleep on the back seat almost right away. They get out in Manicaragua and the woman thanks me with a simple but heartfelt Gras' - Ricardo told me that I'm supposed to reply to this with an equally simple De nada.

Gateway to CienfuegosSecondary roads like these, between Santa Clara and Cienfuegos, are best treated with a reasonable amount of suspicion. Potholes, railroad crossings, a truck that broke down in the middle of the road...everything your heart desires. At about one o'clock in the afternoon I check in at Hotel Rancho Luna, which will be my place of stay for today and the next two days. The Rancho Luna has a small beach and I spend the rest of the day sitting in the shade of a palm tree...hey, I'm having a vacation, OK? :)

At this time I have covered 1100 kilometers by car.