The machine arrived in Cuba at nine and it was already dark. The border control was nothing like the one in Mexico. They were communist and one could see the strictness and uneasiness of them.
First of all they gave me some chicken, which the mother has cooked especially for me. Well, the bizarre thing was that they did not join me while I was eating because I had a different meal.
The same evening we left Patagonia and flew to the capital of Argentina, Buenos Aires. We have waited a long time for this moment as we have not been in a city for almost two weeks and we usually love the city. |
