The machine arrived in Cuba at nine and it was already dark. The border control was nothing like the one in Mexico. They were communist and one could see the strictness and uneasiness of them. The ride took us through mountainous areas, covered with dark green forest, with so many curves that I got sick. I wanted to vomit but I held myself back, as there were so many other next to me. Anyway, i got bored pretty fast, drank a Coconut and orange juice mix and went on. I returned my bike at four before heading again to the beach. By coincidence I met the sister of a colleague of mine.
