The nightbus was very cold and very very very uncomfortable – we are wrecked. By arrival in Sancta Spiritus we found out that our bus was delayed for more then an hour, so we missed our connection to Trinidad ... again.

We must have looked so awful, cause our busdriver looked at us and contacted a man at Sancta Spiritus busstation to explain the situation. The spanish tourist (she speaks english as well and already helped us in Santiago when we missed our first connection to Trinidad there)helps us again with the translations of some questions we have.

A black man from Santa Spiritus busstation, helps us, he asks us to sit down, and wait a bit, he will find us a bus to Trinidad. Somehow we just trust him immediatly (we don't really have a lot of options as well, hehe.)
He also makes a phonecall to the Casa Particulares we booked in Trinidad, and let them know we are still coming today. In the end this man arranged a bus especially for us and the rest of the empty seats got filled up with Cuban people who normally take an Astro-bus or other public transport.

This man did a lot of effort for us, and calmed us down, we wanted to give him one cuc, but he doens't want to accept it. (He is de first person in Cuba who isn't even asking for it). You see, we do get to meet the honoust and good people as well here in Cuba, even in this system they have here. I guess because we are very white we become a magnet to the 'smoothy money rippers' – There must be loads of good honoust people here, i think most Cuban people are just good people, but they don't feel the urge to approach and hastle us...

The road from Sancta Spiritus to Trinidad is again – beautiful! You see a lot of handsome cowboys here on there horses...
We arrive at our casa, 24 hours after we left Baracoa, we have nice rooms en ceveral terraces around the house we can use, but we just want to take a shower, eat and sleep all afternoon.
After a few hours of sleep, i start reading about Trinidad and the stuff we might like to do here.

We chill and read on the terrace on top of the house, looking at the stars, de bustrip goes to the back of our head and the 'holiday-feeling' finally comes back.