. . . and so comrades, to Cuba

When your friends ask you to join them cycling across Cuba                                                                                          how can you resist?

So, with some Spanish under our belts, our fold up bikes in our suitcases and our legs ready to pedal we landed in Havana for two months of cycling pleasure.

Here we are, four intrepid (and now very fit cyclists),                                           Charlie, Rob, Steve and Ali, along the coast of the Carribean.

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