Hello... I'm back here. š
In my last post I told you part of what happened on a bike ride (destination unknown) that brought a lot of joy into my life.
Well, in this photo you see below we have the first mishap. My partner got a flat tyre.
Luckily we found, not so far from where the puncture occurred, a place for him to solve his problem. I had two or three cold patches in my cycling emergency bag, but we decided to go there because there was still some way to go and no one else had these little things... we had to be prepared in case we found ourselves in a similar situation in the middle of nowhere.
So this circumstance made me use my camera... what could be interesting about this that seemed to have once had... I don't know, a sign?
Apparently so. And when you stop looking up, you see a disused petrol pump.
What a thing, isn't it? Just out of nowhere, behind the petrol pump, someone who also had a puncture appears. And the story tells itself.
The best thing about Sundays for cycling is that traffic is reduced. I would say, maybe, drastically and add to this that fuel is scarce. That woman was waiting for a bus. What I thought was that it looked very desolate there and I felt sorry for her, who knows how long she had been waiting and how much longer she had to wait.
Scenes from a Sunday that could have been fun, tiring, or just another day in the calendar, one of those that run over us and that we can't even remember afterwards.
But now looking at the time of each photo, I am very surprised.
The first photo in this post was taken at 3:51 pm, and it only took this guy less than 8 minutes to repair the puncture, because I took these before we left there, and it was 3:59.
I asked him to let me photograph him and he gladly agreed.
We were near Zanja Street in Centro Habana, cycled a bit more and passed under the gate of Chinatown, something I always like to photograph. I could have asked my friend to wait two minutes for me to do so; however, I also thought that I had already had a few minutes to capture some scenes and the journey to the unknown destination had to continue.
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But again circumstances worked in my favour and the two missing comrades had not arrived at the meeting point, so.... another portrait.
Haz lo que amas, haz que suceda (o hazlo realidad)
I don't know... the Universe speaks to me in so many ways... look what this lady's T-shirt says. The story of how I got this photo I'll keep to myself though. While editing it, I saw my granny Mulata on her face. I don't know what 
I can't look at this photo because I can't see it straight, no matter how hard I try... I'll leave it there, it's like a demon I'm letting loose.
(I will make a post just for these beauties. I love photographing statues)
This way I come to the end of my participation in the #Monomad Challenge. I will include this other view in colour, just from the same place where I got these photos of the surroundings of the Capitol, as a preview of what you will possibly see in my next post, š colours... and fire.
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