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.
Secondary 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.