I will say goodbye to 2023 in Santiago de Cuba, working. What a weekend! I think this is one of the few times that I say goodbye to my house a little upset. Also because I am worried about Chanel and Yin, whom I have had to leave in the care of a neighbour. It will be cold. No one will wrap up my little singing dog like me. And on the other hand, if they fight? There will be no referee. But there's also the possibility that they will become great friends.... 🙄 I wish. 🤔
Speaking of cold. I think it hasn't snowed by miracle. And me no matter how much I bundle up, what I do is shiver. Since 3:30 am, when the driver showed up to take me to the bus pick-up point, I'm colder than an ice floe. And to top it off, it's raining.
Before leaving, I mentally reviewed what I put inside the backpack in case I was missing something important. I really couldn't concentrate on the count. So I don't know, do cats cry? Because Yin was very watery-eyed and followed me everywhere. Chanel, on the other hand, was very calm, warm under the blanket, but she was looking at me with a sad face. It's amazing how they know everything, or sense it, I don't know.
Already at the place of departure to Santiago we waited a little while for the Yutong, a Chinese-made bus, in which literally.... 😅 it's a pain in the ass to travel so many hours. The bus is not full, and I have two seats to myself. I've been alternating between sleeping, reading posts on Hive when the connection allows, and as you see I also write a bit.
The first stop was in Jagüey Grande, Matanzas, after 3 hours of travel. The drizzle and the cold do not stop, and inside the Yutong it is also cold because of the air conditioning. I don't know why I didn't bring my stuffed coat, which I keep next to my Rosita backpack for that untimely trip to the North Pole. It just so happens that one day I dreamed I was inside an igloo and since my dreams come true, I prepared for that event. Ya, you sure did believe it. ðŸ¤ðŸ˜‚
Second stop: Taguasco, Sancti Spiritus.
Here I took the opportunity to buy something to eat, some simple cookies, because certainly before leaving all passengers of this Yutong were given a snack, water, soda and coffee. However, I understand that it has been difficult for many to contain themselves in front of the "pan con lechón" from Taguasco.
We are on the verge of noon and we have already been riding a lot aboard the Yutong, of course 😄. But I prefer to wait for lunch, which will be in Camagüey.
What to say about the trip... What I have been able to see from my window is fields and more green fields, with some yellowish tones, especially in the areas destined for grazing. I see few cattle, also little sowing, and it seems that the cultivation of beans is the most lucrative because the pound of beans is twice as expensive as in Havana. It's supposed to be the other way around, isn't it?
We just passed a railroad line and saw a huge truck that loads containers stuck there. It looks like it broke. I didn't have time to take the picture. Poor guy. This is so dangerous...not that we have train bottlenecks on our rail lines but they will have warned I guess so measures will be taken. What are the chances of breaking crossing a rail line? 🤔 There are always people having a worse day than you.
They say it's still a long way to the place where we'll have lunch. I take the opportunity to write a little. Always in this area is heavy it seems that you never get to Camagüey and when you go out you feel that this province does not end. It is a feeling I experience every time I travel through this area. Others have told me that the same thing happens to them.
I saw a very colorful park in Florida. Forgive the photos, it is from the window of the Yutong.
Havana looks so far away.... I'll tell you more. I guess now while I put the post together, let's get to the restaurant where a delicious lunch awaits us.
Yes, it was delicious!
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