Diary

CVBA

Unexpectedly, I landed in Cuba or “La Isla Eterna” how the locals referr to their magical land.

This tiny country (in size) but huge lively island has to be in your books. If it isn’t yet, don’t wait to write it on!

Before heading to Cuba I didn’t knew anything but Fidel Castro and the colors of their cool flag. Still, I don’t know much other than the food is great, people are full of joy, and that I wouldn’t mind living for a while in la vieja havana.

but…here are some suggestions just to make your life easier before hitting this place!

To all my mates from Mexico and also foreigners. If you flying from our country make sure to fly either from CDMX or Cancun.

You can catch super cheap flights from those two places flying with Interjet airline. You’ll get a free mojito in your way, to spice things up!

If you are an American citizen, please…please bring cash with you!
Unfortunately, all that political bs between US and Cuba is really strong to the point they don’t accept cards from any American institutions. All Americans webpages are also bloked. For example, Western Union and Paypal . Therefore, your chances to get money from the states is really hard and will ruined your salsa
moves.

So yeah, just bring cash with you!
It will save you a lot of headaches.

Plus, they don’t accept credit cards anywhere. Though, there are several ATMs around to withdraw money..

but c’mon avoid those fees.

Next, take your suit and fancy jewerly off. Make yourself a local.

Get on taxis.
Talk and laugh with everyone in the streets.
Eat where locals eat.
Dance even if you don’t know how to.

Basically, avoid touristic spots cus you’ll missed the magic about Cuba.

Before going to Cuba, I’ve heard a lot how expensive it was. Yes, it’s expensive relatively anywhere in the world…it all depends how you want to live it..

For example, if you want to stay in a resort or hotel of course it’s going to be damn expensive but there other options like:

Casa Particulares, these are like the Cuban’s hostel version but they’re just like 10 times better.

It’s like a small private studio/flat.
-private bathroom
-private a/c
-private beds
-no wifi ( best part of it)

you know, just your own space ohh and luckily you get a terrace to enjoy the views.

Casa Particulares run about 17 dollars per night which is a deal if you are travelling with a team. Then, you can split the price!
Awesome!

What I found incredible amazing from Cuba is that this guys don’t have wifi!! Oh god how amazing is that!

It was so lively to see people talking to each other at coffee shops. Kids playing ball at the alleys. People dancing around. Just people being people.

In the other hand, they say they feel trap because they can’t “escape” Cuba. I somehow feel sad for them but not as much as I feel for my own country or most developed countries in the world.

We are trapped with technology and instant solutions.

It was a long time I hadn’t seen a kid playing soccer in the streets or people enjoying and sucking life as much as this mates did.

Nowadays, we unfortunately attach to our smartphones. We don’t appreciate our surroundings, a long conversation, or a nice day outside. We rather lay in the sofa and see how much “likes” we have accumulated.

Cuban’s don’t give two fucks
about this. They, rather play loud reggeaton music, dance, and enjoy a good ice cream in the streets.

Try bocadito de helado, by the way.

To close, make sure to visit the revolutionary museum. Is really worth it and I don’t even like to go to museums but this one was really interesting.

Find a tabacco field and cruise around. Maybe smoke one or two “puros”

Also If you need any help, your best bet is to ask a taxi driver. This guys will find and help you with anything. For example: Casa Particulares, banks, local food, bars, places, about anything your mind comes up with.

Last but not least, dance and make a fool of yourself.

Cuba Libre!

 

 

 

El Ceibo, Guatemala

11/23/17 Woked up in Tenosique, Tabasco, Mexico. 120 km away from another country, region, and a huge personal dream.

Eventhough, I knew I was so close I didn’t want to “celebrate” before head. It was going to be another day. A hard unexpected stage to be completed.

Therefore, I started the day with the same ritual. Hit a local coffee shop and catch a cup with random people.

Coffee was dark and strong. My excitement and happiness was all over me. Those seniors knew it and where interested in every single phrase I said.

After 2 cups, I had to let go the table of 6 persons that cheer me up and wish me the best of luck.

The 120km ride towards Guatemala was flat and easy. So easy, I was cycling 32km/hr. 12km faster than my average speed.

Heart was beating fast and my
mind was gone. I just wanted to cross the Guatemalan border and scream “Ahuevo!” or “fuck yea!”.

I was bumpin and riding to my favorite music. Every single song reminded me of something or someone along this journey.

On my way I randomly remembered and laughed of all the crazyness that happened on this 3454km trip to nowhere.

I couldn’t believe it, I was about to cross a country in a bicycle..

Tears of joy came down my eyes. Remembering all the goodbyes I had to say on the way, remembering all the people I met on the road, remembering all those wonderful souls that confirm me that we are a light strike in this world.

At one point, my legs were disconnected from my mind. 6 months and 3737km later were lucidly flashing back..

I would never forget that last flat straight. Probably 2km of bliss..

I stopped, took a deep breath,
scream the joy away, and started cycling again to Tame Impala – Expectation.

2km more and a dream was about to be accomplish. My sweat and tears reveal it. On the last meters a young kid wave at me and cheer me up. As if the universe hadn’t paid me off with all.

It’s going to be a huge note in my life, indeed.
That kid was a semblance of all the humans that were part of my dream, all the greatness, all the life, all the charity and humbleness that I’ve experienced through rain and shine.

My faithful partner, which share more that I asked for and totally changed my life for good was also breaking on tears and joy! I know it!Eventhough, she has two strong tires instead of a heart.

27377km and 2447 stories were gone and done.

We made it. We are on El Ceibo, Guatemala. In the Central America region.

I prove myself that luck doesn’t exist. That everything is possible if you are willing to go for it. I remembered that barriers do exist and not for stopping me but to see how I can over pass them. Life is a story, a book, a joke, a challenge…something to laugh about when you are bored at 86.

When I was a kid I wanted to be a soccer player, then a dentist, then an architect, then an adult to do whatever I want..

While I’m writing this I’m somewhere in Alaska flying across the bearing sea and if everything goes well at the time this blog gets posted I’ll be on top of the Atlantic Ocean.

Now that I’m an adult I just want to be a kid. Yup, riding a bike all day…anywhere.

See you in a bit Barcelona.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Agua Azul

After leaving the artsy town of San Cristobal de las Casas I continued heading down South and every day getting closer to my goal. Reach Guatemala and therefore cross the whole country from border to border.

Anyways, in some point while in San Cristobal de las Casas I was browsing around Instagram and I saw “Cascadas de Agua Azul” . The place looked amazing and to my luck I was kinda close to it..

So without hesitation I pedal my way for some downtime in the waterfalls.

The road to get to Cascadas de Agua Azul is both painful and enjoyable.

Ups and downs and steep hills all the way..making it a roller coaster ride. Though, riding between bushes, trees, and panoramic views made it an incredible stage.

By the way, if you get to ride this route you’ll see kids running and happily waving at you all over the place!

Also make sure to have breaks on your bike. Trust me, you’ll need it most of the time. Due to the fact that theres “topes” or stop bumps in every single downhill.

Long story short, every km cycle
was worth it and the place is unreal.

Long time ago I heard a popular phrase that goes like:

“Hard work pays off”

Damn, a fresh coconut and watching this show really fucking paid 140km of cycling.

Au revoir!