Cuba, Part One.
I’m back, and I chronicled my Cuba trip all week in a journal I brought with me, writing it all down, and bit by bit I will be posting it here, in segments.
Hello from Cuba!The flight was 3 1/2 HRS and really bad turbulence and it almost felt like a crash landing, all lights off, in total darkness, landing with a loud, hard, Thud! and Thump! in a thunderstorm, quickly accelerating before finally slowing down and stopping. It was very rough and I’ve never had one like that before( although I did have an emergency landing in London once but that’s another story) and I’ve been on lots of flights and I’ve never had a landing like that!
The immigration official in Cuba was hot(as in sexy) as well, and it made me so nervous, which is never a good thing to be at Passport Control as it makes you look suspicious( and I always feel like a criminal passing thru anyway, even though I never did anything wrong, it’s just so nerve-wracking) and it surprised me they never stamped our passports, either( although maybe he did stamp my immigration card, I’m not sure, I don’t really remember) and I was scared as well that the drug-sniffing dog they had milling around might pick up on the weed scent I worried still might be in my backpack from when I used to have weed in there before(which of course I didn’t bring with me) but it was ok.
I didn’t get to the resort until after 10 pm so I was really tired and hungry,and I plan every day at the beach, in seclusion and solitude, away from all the activities and crowds, trying to get my “mojo” back, and I was so cramped on the flight too with no leg room my knees were practically folded up right up against my chest so I’ll probably end up with blood clots in my legs from lack of circulation or something! Ugh! On the way back I decided I’m going to pay the extra 30$ for the extra leg-room!