The Road to Viñales – A Tale of Cycling in Cuba – Part 3

At first I didn’t realize it was a mountain. All I knew was that I had ridden out past the edge of a small town to a place where the road suddenly changed. It curved back and forth, meandering upward through forested hills, becoming steeper and more narrow as I rode on. Time passed, and the shoulders of the road disappeared. I was forced to move into the auto lane, pressing tightly against the metal barriers along its hazardous edge. Continue reading The Road to Viñales – A Tale of Cycling in Cuba – Part 3

The Road to Viñales – A Tale of Cycling in Cuba – Part 1

As I lay on the side of the road, the afternoon sun bearing down on me and threatening to steal away my consciousness, I could hear the throaty rumble of a motor headed my way. I barely registered the rusty blue taxi that passed little more than arm’s length in front of me, leaving a cloud of lead-laden exhaust in its wake. Exhaustion spread through me like a virus, and I sat still in the silence. Continue reading The Road to Viñales – A Tale of Cycling in Cuba – Part 1