On the way to Santiago de Cuba at Toronto Pearson Airport at 11:15 a.m. there are a few scary Cuban bound passengers who are sleazy looking. Quite frankly they look like greasy little perverts up to no good. Computer nerds with criminal intent. I have a very bad vibe these are pedophiles looking for action in Cuba. One guy has sheer evil in his eyes and looks like a fat walrus and the other like a computer nerd with a plastic liner in his shirt pocket full of pens and pencils. They stand out amongst all the passengers. They are guzzled out already dreaming of cheap Cuban rum.
On a decrepit Royal Airlines Boeing 727 that should have been retired in the Nevada desert years ago. Cheap sparkling wine erroneously and most likely intentionally called Champagne. Lunch of carrot salad, chicken coq au vin with industrial chocolate cake for desert and liqueurs. The pervert behind me reeked of tobacco and booze. At Santiago de Cuba the customs officials were slow as molasses. Intentional harassment ? It didn’t help we were behind a group on our plane from the United States “Pastors Against the Blockade”. The pervert lounge lizards were lapping up the beers on the bus to the hotel. Arrived in the middle of the night. The road was full of potholes. The Mexican room shuffle became the Cuban room shuffle which finally ended with a room with an ocean view. They kept the dining room open for us so it was some beef over rice. Hot as blazes.
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