I have always lived by a strict self-imposed policy never to use a toilet on a bus, but somewhere between Santa Clara and Trinidad, I have to make an exception.
Unfortunately, the countryside is hilly, the roads bumpy, and the bus driver slightly erratic. The best I can report is that the toilet door did not slide open half way through and that my legs were still dry afterwards.
The worst? The worst will not be reported, as what goes on the bus in Cuba, stays on the bus in Cuba.
