And Cubans generally do a LOT of
waiting. If it were an Olympic sport, they might sweep the medal stand. A 3:00pm charter to Miami? How's 6? 7? 8? When we were eventually wheels up at 11:30, everyone who'd ever been on the flight before was thrilled, but it's not often that it leaves before midnight. Two and three in the morning is not unheard of.
Not that you should expect any
explanation, charter or no. Or food. The Jose Marti (HAV) airport is
remarkably scarce of food. If you act quickly, a few of the most
non-burger burgers you've experienced can be had, but if you delay, peanut
M&Ms (yes, they sell those in Cuba, embargo or no) will be your lot.
Or Pringles - you choose. Of course, after a week of waiting and delays
and general confusion, I'm not really surprised. As my husband pointed
out, every time we visit Latin America, I insist it will be the last,
but we keep coming back. I've yet to detail those adventures you, though
- you can look forward to that another time.
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