While cycling Cuba in May 2015, I have taken lots of photos with my beloved tiny Canon G7X. Some of the photos are cycling related, others are not. In this gallery, I am presenting my overall favorite photos from Cuba. Most of them are not cycling related. I would be very happy if my photos made you want to go and cycle this beautiful country.
And of course: the very best photo is the one at the bottom of the page ;)
Cycling from the Airport in Holguin to the city, and already 100% Cuba
When I saw this friendly guy sitting in front of his home, I thought: Picasso is alive!
The information centre at Holguin main station. The lady said to me: the next train will be arriving tomorrow, likely in the afternoon. But of course you never know.
This is Holguin train station. Not a very busy place.
Since we were the only customers in the restaurant, I asked the crew to pose for this photo.
A shop, a bike and a mother feeding her baby.
Sunset in Gibara.
You start being in Cuba the moment you stop taking photos of old cars.
With your bike you are part of the rather fast traffic in Cuba. At least in the countryside.
At this supermarket we were filling up our galic supplies.
Friendly encounter along the road.
This lonely woman was sitting in front of her tiny house all day long. We had a long chat with her. She almost cried for lonelyness, since her husband died shortly. We later came back and brought her some presents.
The rickshaw driver was so happy when I gave him my cyclepeter glasses
A shop for anything and a bike for everything.
This is where they repair the trains in Banes. I took photos until I got kicked out of the place.
We found this guy painting bike frames in his front yard. For some reason I did not want to shake his hands.
Public transport for locals is always creative and never comfortable in Cuba
A barbor shop in Mayari. A hair cut is 10 CUC, which is about 30 Cents.
A guy waiting for the evening to begin
No matter in what country you are, women always look closely to men on bikes.
Even wikipedia says that there is nothing to see in Moa, which is an ugly and polluted industrial town next to the country’s biggest nickel mine. But I saw and liked this poster in Moa, saying “Socialism Or Death”.
Living quarters in Moa.
Our landlord, who was sitting in his rocking chair, staring at the TV all day long.
This friendly fellow was riding his bike across Baracoa all day long. I saw him many times. And luckily I later spotted him in his one room apartment, where he had a chair, a bed and his bike. “Christ has power” is written on his bike.
There are beautiful walks ease and west of Baracoa. We tried to cycle to the east. But believe me: you’d better walk there.
Some cottage east of Baracoa.
View from Baracoa to the table mountain in the Humboldt National Park west of town.
Two cyclists and a revolutionary.
These women were sitting and waiting for their time to give birth.
When we cycled south from Baracoa we crossed the mountains and got this beautiful view.
Marco was cheating, while the couple thought I was just taking a photo of theirs happy faces.
Fresh sugar cane juice. You get it anywhere in Cuba. And you will love it. And your dentist will love you for loving it.
The southern coast of the eastern part of Cuba is a cyclist’s paradise.
We actually cycled like this for a couple of days. With almost no cars at all.
Can you spot the island? There is a bed & breakfast on the island, and we wondered how to get there. We asked locals, and finally our ferryman came and brought us over. Luckily we had folding bikes.
The further west we got on this (south western) part of Cuba, the more remote it got. Less than one car per hour.
The mother of all potholes.
If is not cycling. It is flying through a dream.
A local farmer paying his cup of coffee in Pilon.
Finally we arrived in Havanna. It is a city of contrasts.
Quite a playground
Huge Cuban flag in the museum of the revolution.
Stars and stripes, the latest fashion in Cuba. Only later we found out this was the day Barack Obama visited Cuba.
Time stands still in Cuba. Literally.
Sunday is when everybody is washing their clothes.
Having a rest and feeling like Once Upon A Time In The West.
Farmer: Wheels?! Cyclist: No wheels?!
Mountains surrounding Vinales, the by far most beautiful part of Cuba.
The valley of Vinales, cycling in postcards.
One of the many huts around Vinales where they dry tobacco.
The amazing beaches at Cayo Jutias peninsular. We spend a day here doing nothing.
Graceful tree next to the big caves in Vinales
I took this photo from the terrace of our bed and breakfast in Vinales. Can you imagine why we decided to stay longer at this place instead of doing more cycling?
On a day tour south of Vinales we got lost and found this sign saying “homeland or death”.
Countryside south of Vinales.
One of those incredible sunsets, seen from the terrace of our bed & breakfast in Vinales.
We finally got back to Havanna. This is a typical road in the renovated part of town.
Che would not be happy about this graffiti.
Taxi? Taxi? Taxi? Rice with fish, rice with fish, rice with fish. And no, I don’t want to pay you to sleep with me.
Good-bye CUBA, it is time for me to move on.
I wish you to be treated as well as you always have deserved. And I wish you a smooth transformation into the present time.
Catch up with us, call me when there, and then I might come back. But not before.
Good-bye CUBA, you are a happy and a sad country, you are blessed for your beauty and your people.
And you are a perfect cycling destination!
I hope you enjoyed watching my photos from Cuba. If you want to do me a favor in return, please leave a comment below and tell me how you liked the photos. Thank you!