We step off the plane at 10 p.m., welcomed by humidity and military.
Where’s our passports, tourist cards, boarding passes and hotel paperwork?
There’s the hotel bus - the small dirty one – the one with no toilet, but we stop on the way at a very rustic, grotty lean-to with the door falling off.
Back on the bus for 2.5 hours – same song plays at least 100 times.
Out the bus windows slices of Cuban life – outdoor gatherings in the dark by Christmas lights.
We reach Havana – Christmas Eve on the Malecon Seawall swarming with several thousand people – hundreds of different activities – I’m betting no carol singing.
Lost outside of Havana on the way to the resort.
A great deal of shouting and arm waving showing the way to another road.
Finally, Feliz Navidad at 3 a.m. under a decorated palm tree with elves in bathing suits and dos cervezas at Club Acuario, just the beginning of a memorable Cuban Christmas.
