So Cuba.
I took 450 images and have 30 of those under the spoiler - so be warned if you're still living in the internet dark ages.
I guess I should start with why the hell do they tell us to be at the airport at least 3 hours before the flight (3am) when customs doesn't open until 4am?
The flight down was good, nothing exceptional.....until we arrive in Cuba. We got through customs and their baggage check ok, but as I'm going to walk out of the airport this cuban woman with a mustache (I'm not kidding) tells me to step to the side and stand in this line for "objects to declare". So I do, and S eventually comes over and we're standing there, and people behind us are being called up and I'm starting to get a little annoyed. Then this cuban guy comes over and tells S to go with him, and they take S into this backroom while I stand and wait wondering what the hell I should be doing. S later tells me that they slammed the door behind him and actually said "where's the cocaine?". In hindsight I find this really funny.....but they made him take all his stuff out of his luggage and the drug dogs (cutest dogs ever) checked it all out, and 20 minutes later he was free to go. Meanwhile I'm still standing in that line because the lady with the mustache won't actually talk to me, and I must have looked really worried and really angry because finally this really nice cuban official comes over to me and finds out what is going on - he was just about to go and see where S was when S walked out from the back. I nearly hugged that cuban official for not being a jackass.
There actually wasn't a lot to see on the bus to the resort. Cayo Coco is an island strictly for tourists, and no locals live there.
I took 450 images and have 30 of those under the spoiler - so be warned if you're still living in the internet dark ages.
I guess I should start with why the hell do they tell us to be at the airport at least 3 hours before the flight (3am) when customs doesn't open until 4am?
The flight down was good, nothing exceptional.....until we arrive in Cuba. We got through customs and their baggage check ok, but as I'm going to walk out of the airport this cuban woman with a mustache (I'm not kidding) tells me to step to the side and stand in this line for "objects to declare". So I do, and S eventually comes over and we're standing there, and people behind us are being called up and I'm starting to get a little annoyed. Then this cuban guy comes over and tells S to go with him, and they take S into this backroom while I stand and wait wondering what the hell I should be doing. S later tells me that they slammed the door behind him and actually said "where's the cocaine?". In hindsight I find this really funny.....but they made him take all his stuff out of his luggage and the drug dogs (cutest dogs ever) checked it all out, and 20 minutes later he was free to go. Meanwhile I'm still standing in that line because the lady with the mustache won't actually talk to me, and I must have looked really worried and really angry because finally this really nice cuban official comes over to me and finds out what is going on - he was just about to go and see where S was when S walked out from the back. I nearly hugged that cuban official for not being a jackass.
There actually wasn't a lot to see on the bus to the resort. Cayo Coco is an island strictly for tourists, and no locals live there.
I had the best time of my life and I will return one day.
I know there is a lot I'm missing out.....it will have to come later though.
Oh! Except for one thing. While snorkelling in the shallow waters I saw this really neat looking fish. It looked like cookie monster if you made him lay on his stomach and flatten him, turn him white like sand, and give him a fish tail. It had GOOGLY EYES!!!! It appeared to be some kind of bottomfeeder....I'm still trying to find a picture of it. Next time I will definitely think to bring a waterproof/underwater camera.
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Damn you for your awesome time, damn you!
Keep On Rawkin!!
p.s. seems you forgot to pick me up on your way to Cuba!