Sunday

We had a final walk round Old Havana this morning and spent another few happy minutes watching the traffic. They managed to fix the one lift just in time to take the luggage down five floors and check out. The lobby was certainly impressive.






This is David on our balcony.





The taxi driver helped us wheel the suitcases across the cobbles to the car. The hotel receptionist advised us to allow three and a half hours so as a result we were at the airport an hour and a half before the checkin opened. The airside lounge was almost empty with lots of seats and the girl serving behind the counter in the café changed our remaining CUCs to USD without prompting or expecting anything in return. Not typical Cuban behaviour.
We had our bags searched at Grand Cayman, which insisted on full customs and immigration formalities even though we were only in transit. They were very nice about it and didn't find anything.
Both flights were far from full and the flight from Havana had only a handful on board. Miami airport on the other hand was nothing short of awful. It took us one hour and three quarters to get through immigration to our rental car. By that time it was getting late and by the time we'd stopped for a bite at a turnpike services (don't ask) it was getting on for midnight when we arrived at our cheap, functioning, comfortable motel room. The receptionist was friendly too.
P.s. Carolyn reminds me to tell you that she drove from the airport to the hotel. Very glad I was too, what with driving on the wrong side of the road, multi lane highways, bright oncoming headlights and lots of traffic. Everything except rain in fact.

Location:In the air over Cuba