Poor John and I are pretty tough travellers—hearty even.
Cuba is doing it’s best to throw everything at us, but we still smiling and still wearing the same clothes we arrived in six days ago.
Here’s the deal.
We still have no luggage and the response number at the airport doesn’t answer. My blood pressure tablets are in the luggage and no one here seems willing or able to sell me a replacement or substitute.
The air conditioning flooded in our first hostel and saturated most of our paperwork including both my passports—luckily all dry now. And no one seems remotely phased by the sorted technicolour hues of our bus and accommodation vouchers etc.
Not sure about our onward tickets, which languish in our luggage.
Poor John is poor for the first time ever on our travels. He’s been to hospital for suspected gout which turned out to be an infection in his foot. He’s on nine tablets a day.
Wifi has been very limited so don’t expect to hear from me again until we reach Santiago Chile on 9 April. That’s when we board another cruise with, perhaps, only the clothes on our back.
Nevertheless, seeing the sights and getting some pics. No swimming! Bathers in the luggage! Rolling eyes a lot!
Also posted on my travel blog.