I hadn’t put in big miles on the bike in some time and I was surprised to see the tally when the day ended.  I had ridden back to Cienfuegos from the western end of the island hoping to regroup and put another less memorable day behind me.

It was supposed to be a coast to shinning coast memory when I packed up camp and headed west.  The night before I had resolved to ride down what my ITMB map had listed as a 60 km trail to Cuba’s western tip.  If nothing else I am finding out that ITMB’s mapping was done decades ago and not updated since.

When I arrived at what should have been a trailhead or seasonal road I found the gate to the Guanhacabibes National Park.

Parque Nacional Guanhacabibes, Cuba


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It seems in the time ITMB had last been to Cuba the road was paved and a hotel built on the western tip of the island.  They also had the gate guarded and wanted me to pay $80 for a guide to show me the way.

PanAm Video Diary April 23, 2012

The park warden ask me and an Austrian couple who had a rented car to wait at the gate.  They too had refused to pay of a guide and were in the same predicament.  The warden returned a short while later and let them know that because they had a reservation at a nearby hotel they could pass and that if I was willing to do the same I could too.  I politely declined with my imaginary middle finger high in the air and saddled up to the apologetic look of the Austrian couple who hurried back to their car before he changed his mind again.

I rode away bitter and looked for a good road to work out my frustration.  I found a short loop at the southwest corner of the island that offered little in the way of scenery and lots in the way of bone jarring potholes that broke a pivot mount on the windscreen.

Broken windscreen mount

That sent me east towards Cienfuegos to the only place I knew that had any selection of nuts and bolts at all… the marina.

I made it back in the early evening in time to watch a show put on by an old American wanderer who had too much to drink that day and decided to reset his anchor while parading on deck nude.

S.S. Tipsy McSwiggins at the Marina Cienfuegos

Everyone watched as he drifted surprisingly close to half million dollar catamarans.  Smaller sailboats picked up their anchors to motor out of his path and avoid the big old harbour tug.

Sunset at the Marina Cienfuegos

I was treated to another beautiful sunset while I hung out with the crew of the ship and before I made my way to my homestay for the evening.