 | 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.
I bought a bottle of water and took a pause to regain my energy. Not long after that I descended again and looked for a cafe place near the central square. To my surprise I found a very modern place.
Luckily the town was small and the hotel manager could call all taxi stations. They checked it through their radios and an hour later the driver was back with our bags. He did not want to be paid extra, but I insisted. |
