Off to Europe, Cuba and Canary Islands with 4 weeks in Cuba. Finally I'll get to experience what all the fuss is about: Cuban music, Cuban dance, the last communist country in the West, that little country that thumbs its nose at the US, the cult of Castro and Che.
4th of April 2004. All 4s, not such a good day for the Chinese. C took me to the airport. I gave her the bag of leftover potatoes. Can't take terrorist potatoes onto the plane, I said. She chuckled. A large crowd was going to Randwick, footy match?
My backpack weighed in at 16.8 kg. I expected it to be more, because it was crammed to bursting with not just my needs for 3 months and gifts for friends, but also unused medicines and other small presents for the Cubans. What would Dutch customs make of them if they inspected my bag?
Air travel is such an anodyne experience now. When my elders travelled it was by ship and you were away for several years. When I was a student, it became affordable to go home every couple of years. Now you just click on a webpage and you have your air ticket. I watched a retro movie, Saturday Night Fever, on the plane. We know what Travolta went on to do but I wondered what became of the female lead in that movie, Karen Lynn Gorney?
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