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 do not mean to claim that they ought forget their own history, but I assert that they should forgive, not to the culprits who made the rage (that would not be possible), but the next innocent generation.
The pass was on the way to Lai Chau, and on the day we were there it was foggy on both sides. There were some other travelers at the top and to be honest, the view was even beautiful when it was foggy. |
