Getting to Trinidad wasn't as difficult as people have made it out to be. Sure, buying the bus ticket at the Viazul was a 3 hour test of my patience, and it took me three taxi driver to find one who knew what the Viazul (national bus service) was, but once i was aboard the coach, it was easy. A short 6 hour drive through the countryside to the seaside town of Trinidad, well actually La Boca...which is a small fishing village adjacent to Trinidad. I got the name a of a great Casa to stay in while I am here from a French couple who I met in Havana. Always great to get recommendations from people. Sylvia and her family welcomed me into their home with open arms. Literally, greeting me at the door with their smiling faces. Despite the language barrier, we have managed to communicate pretty effectively. I really wish I could speak better Spanish!
Shortly after dumping my bags, I hailed a collectivo and was en route for Trinidad central. Excited to see the colour pastel street fronts and cobble stone streets. But when I arrived, it was kind of asleep. I'm not sure if it was just that everyone had gone for siesta, or Friday afternoons are always dead, but their was a certain expected level of activity missing for me. After a stroll around town and a quick bite to eat, i jumped in a cab and returned to the Casa for a quick dip in the ocean. An early night tonight i think. It is amazing how tired you can get from doing nothing.
The morning arrived before i knew it, and refreshed from my amazing sleep, I was prepped for my day adventure to the Playa Ancòn. This peninsular is home to a long stretch of white sand beach, and as I found out, most of the people of Cuba. Feeling the crunch of the sand between my toes, the warmth of the sun and the salt of the Caribbean Sea, i felt so relaxed. Lazing about here, under my palm umbrella hut, cafe owners would walk by with trays of freshly cooked pizzas, bags of popcorn, lychees, mangoes and refrigerators filled with ice creams. You could lay here all day and not have to move for any reason. It was great. I would have almost forgot I was in Cuba if it wasn't for the dilapidated 1950s style hotel that lingered in the background. After a day of baking in the sun it was time to hit the town. Every guide to Trinidad has said that the weekends here morph the town from a sleepy hollow to musical minefield. Me, well i had my eye on Discothèque Alaysa, know locally as the club in a cave. Yep, the Trinidadians had successfully opened a club inside of a cave, and they sure did deliver on fun. If you decide to visit Cuba, this place is a must! A mojito greets you at the door as your senses are blasted with a combination of music, lights and the steam from the people burning up the dance floor. It is an experience not to be missed. Falling into bed in the wee hours of the morning, a smile on my face and soreness in my feet, I waited in anticipation for my planned excursion to Caye Blanco the next morning. Sailing across the Caribbean waters and spending the day on the pristine white beaches, and a few of the local wildlife, would be a fitting end to my stay here. Trinidad, you have invigorated my cuban smile.