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After a fine breakfast Jon went to the beach and left me in peace to pack. Another vintage Chevy brought us to Key Largo, I mean Playa Larga, and on the driver's recommendation got a room at Sylvia y Homero's casa.
Discovered that yet again we're a good 20 minutes walk to the beach - we're closer than that in Southbourne! Seems that government hotels have first dibs on the beachside ...
... on the blue bus.
We decided to wait at the dive center (at the only hotel) till the old blue bus returned and went for a beer, only to discover that as we weren't residents we couldn't buy our already poured beers. The barkeep just gave them to us. Unfortunately not a rouse we could repeat.
Spent some time on the hotel beach and despaired of the bus ever arriving, so had a look at the victory ...
... proceeded to tell us that Giron was rubbish and we should be staying at Larga. Meanwhile Jon was downloading everything from the driver's MP3 player; mostly great Cubana stuff but with some atrocious yodelling divas thrown in.
Arrived a little before 2pm. Our room at KS Abella is mint green with purple satin soft furnishings, loads of cushions and displays of artificial flowers that leave me in the shadows. ...
... was like being inside a National Geographic picture. I Spent hours there. Our mates from disco joined us and we stayed until the return bus at 4:30 and went back home to pack. Our whistle stop beach stop over. All photos are on my proper camera so will post them here later. Leaving for havana 7pm, we almost missed our bus as Ele went to nearby beach to get coconuts to drink. It was still early and the bus office said the bus had broken down on the way to Trinidad and will be late as ...
We then drove on to the second sight, a fortress which is by now nearly forgotten, and sb had to whistle for a ferry to fetch us there and back. As we got back to Cienfuegos, via a hospital to visit a relative of the driver, we had little time to retrieve our bags and catch a Viazul to The Bay of Pigs. The one famous for American intervention. Having unsuccessfully called a few ...