 These are my good friends Dominic and Dana and together we're going to ride bikes around Western Cuba. Boom! How are you feeling, bud? I feel good. I feel good. Just counting my money. Good morning! Are you excited for the last day of riding? I am excited for the last day of riding, but it went so fast. Here we go. Our final morning of bike riding. It shouldn't be too far, about 45 kilometers, but we do have the chaos of Havana to ride through. These bikes have done us very well and yes, if you're wondering, I've been wearing this every single day. But I've been washing it at night time in the sinks, so it doesn't smell that bad. What are we looking at here? It is a clump of 1,000 bucks. Oh dear. Yeah. So Dana had her own room, this is how the situation was, and check out this on the wall. Lucky! It's been an amazing week. Riding through Cuba is like a dream. It really is. I've told a lot of people this, but riding in Cuba is one of my favorite places in the world. It's really safe. There's not much traffic. It's pretty easy to navigate. When you ask Cubans directions, they usually give you the right directions. And it's just a fascinating country because it makes you just appreciate being alive and appreciate being right here right now. This is the spot to be. There is no other spot on planet Earth I'd rather be right now than right here. Riding through cities is always my least favorite part of bike touring. I always get just confused and it's dangerous and there's cars and it's loud and blah. You stop here and there, you ask directions and you slowly pick your way through. It's not the place we rented the bikes, but they have two shops. This is the place where we're dropping them off. I have to say goodbye to my bike. It was the little bike that could. It's always a funny feeling finishing a bike tour. It feels almost anti-climatic, like you've been riding every day and you're on this big mission and all of a sudden you're done. And you're like, what am I supposed to do with my body now when I wake up in the morning? Go for a run maybe? Alright, maybe I'll go for a run tomorrow. Dom is setting up for our final portrait. Bitter sweet moments saying goodbye to the bike tour in Cuba. Hey look, it's Dom and Dana. Here we are. Here you guys are. Tell me about riding a bike in Cuba. How was it? What was it like? How did it make you feel? Go Dom. Me? Okay. Cars and trucks and horse-drawn vehicles and bicycles. And people selling stuff on bicycles is pretty cool. I felt like there are two kinds of Cuba. There's Havana and then outside of Havana. It's so different. It's so simple. We're really curious about where we are. It's like the wild west. And they're curious about us. Like they're looking at us just as curious. I found the people to be so pleasant. Not over friendly like in the States, you know, but just kind of this inward sort of simple kindness. And there's this thing about them where it doesn't seem like they have a lot, but they don't seem to really miss what they don't know they don't have. And I really, really enjoyed just being out in the country, on the roads, seeing all the beautiful palm trees and pine trees. In Cuba, riding a bike on highways gets less dangerous the bigger the highway. It appears that you're most likely to get run over by a horse or a delinquent child on their own bicycle than you are on anything that's going to do any kind of lasting damage. I was a little reticent about getting on the Alto Pista, the Cuban freeway here at any point, mostly because it's a little bit boring, but also because you expect a higher volume of fast moving traffic. In fact, it's almost the opposite. On the little roads, you have the track, the village transport tractors carrying everyone to school or work and this and that and they come by fairly often and then on the freeway, freeway, the four lane road, there really isn't very much and one lane is basically for bicycles. I wasn't wearing a helmet, don't know whether that's a good or a bad thing, but halfway through the trip it became pretty clear that getting hit by a car probably wasn't going to happen. It's not going to stop me falling off my bike, but it's safe and pretty relaxed riding here, more than anywhere in the world, I think. It always felt safe. Even on the country roads, it was more, you just had to pay attention because of all the potholes, like the pavement was spotty, the tour buses are the only risk I feel like in Cuba. We didn't really know exactly where we were going, where we were staying, but it is really the best way to get the feel of Cuba and if you take your time, like to just kind of figure it out and figure out how to navigate through the little towns and the Casa Particular, is that right? It's a really amazing experience. It's the best way, I think, to see Cuba. I don't know why other people come to Cuba, but I came for the pizza and no, I didn't come for the pizza, but the pizza saved my life. I've never eaten so much pizza ever in my life and the food in Cuba is really different than what you think, like you think, oh, Cuba, rice and beans, well, maybe, but a lot of the street food is pizza and pizza and ice cream. I rode my way around Cuba on pizza and ice cream and love and kindness and drafting off Dom. Why would you say Cuba benefits from all the same things that a bike gives any bicycle travel, which is, you know, with no doors and windows and no engine running, you get to interact with everyone and the Cubans are friendly, lovely people and they'll interact right back at you. They feel safe, you know, and as a result of that carefree and even more relaxing than riding in a lot of other, especially Latin American countries. I love them all, but Cuba, you really can have your guard down and never really suffer as a result of that, which is a lovely thing. The weird sort of stepping between two worlds of a nation that once felt pretty illustrious in terms of the old cars and the sort of Hispanic colonial buildings and a kind of a nation that's still, you know, fairly impoverished and still suffering in many ways, that is a real novelty about this country, which is exciting and interesting. I've never had days of tailwind like we've had. It was like, thank you, thank you. Yeah, it was amazing. Almost every direction we went, it felt like we had a tailwind, it was glorious. Team Cuba, we did it, we came, we biked, we had a great time. It was awesome. Thank you guys. We're going home, we're going home with smiles on our faces, we didn't break any bones. Thank you. We didn't pop any tires, we didn't break any bones. What else? No flaties, no crashes, no lindies. No crashes, nothing. It was all good. And now we're in Havana and going home with stories to share.