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Wed. Dec. 29, 1999 - Today we had a beautiful breakfast buffet in our former Hilton Hotel now called the " Santa Clara Libre" since being expropiated. We discovered that the toilet did flush after all. We walked around the main square to shoot some pictures of the Gazebo and ballet theatre we were in last night. We then pedaled through very heavy traffic to the Che Guevara Memorial Museum. First we saw the room in which Che Guevara and his comrades were buried, about 40 something people. No talking was allowed inside. This is a very honored place for the Cubans. Che's drawer with his remains was the same size as all the others. That was good. Egalatarianism even in death. We then went to the museum that had a history of his life with various aftifacts from his different struggles, along with pictures of him with Fidel, and Camillo Cienfuegos. Outside there was a huge bigger than lifesize statue of Che with the early brigade in the Mountains. This was even more impressive. We then pedaled for 2 hours to lunch in a town called Santo Domingo where we had a nice fried rice with left over cheese rolls we expropiated from breakfast. We then pedaled 1 1/2 hours more and were put on the truck to our last overnight abode ,in beach cabins called, "El Abra", 65 km east of Habana. The place is nice and quiet. I was glad to get on the truck because I had "diesel lungs" again. It cleared up the next day. On the way to "El Abra" we stopped off in Matanzas city to pick up the bike boxes for those who were not donating there bikes, at Pedro Nyirka, and Claudia's house. I said goodbye to Nyirka, Pedro's wife. She hugged me and said: "Este Casa es su Casa!", and hoped to see me next year. She is sweet.
