You know I lost myself in the arms of a cuban whoreβ¦. Suckling Pig - Ivan Justo. Show all 42 photos. Che - He's Everywhere. Dancing In The Plaza. Typical Corner In Habana Vieja. Lots Of Old Cars. Roll Me A Fatty. A View From Above. You got some splainin' to do What an incredible experience. It is so different from anything I have seen so far that I was constantly amazed. How a city, a country, a people, can be so old and so new and so resilient is beyond me. First stop, Havana or Habana as they spell it.
I flew in from Cancun to Habana and the Airport alone was a trip and half. There were people everywhere, and it seemed to be complete chaos. Okay, no problem, here you go. Then they wanted to know if I had a camera? Of course I have a camera I am a tourist. Does the camera have GPS? Yes my camera has GPS. Then they huddled together and discussed this situation in hushed voices and of course in spanish, so I had absolutely no idea what they were saying.
Finally they gave me my Passport and my camera back and waved me back into line. Back in line I waited, I cleared Immigration and then went to Baggage Claim and waited, and waited, and waited. I have never seen anything like it. But what I did come to find out is that ALL of them are on top of the normal luggage and ALL of them are x-rayed before they can hit the conveyer belt and ALL the people except for me seemed to claim one or two of them?
So I waited, for about 2 hours, and finally my backpack came tumbling down the chute. Now I can get going. I still had Customs to clear. There are two lanes - one, Green, for Nothing To Declare which was completely empty - and one, Red, for Items To Declare which was packed with all the people with all of those strange bundles , I, being bundleless, headed straight for the Green Lane and just before I entered of course I was back to looking at the pretty ladies in those sexy stockings another Official not too sure what his name, rank, or serial number was stops me and pulls me aside.
The Official took my Passport and my camera and off he went, with me following closely behind because I am still not too sure he is really Official and am worried he is stealing my Passport and camera. Eventually he huddled in the corner with some other Official looking dudes and they conversed, in hushed spanish, for what seemed to be a very long time. Me, I waited as patiently as possible. After some serious head shaking and some serious scribbling on papers, the Official came over and gave me back my Passport and my camera and wished me a pleasant trip.
