However I gather that many of you are still waiting for the blow by blow account of how we got on in Cuba; so here it is. This is verbatum as written in my daily journal. At times when I was writing I was exhausted and tired and emotional - so it's not a great witty repast all the time. It is however, a true account of my experience. Any thoughts I add in now will be in italics
21st November 08
Waiting......
Left home at 2am, arrived at Heathrow just gone 4am. Found Maggie, Julie and Caz and met Sarah. Sarah was hanging around in the queue for booking looking lost and lonely, so we adopted her
Waited for baggage drop.
waited for plane
waited for take off
waited to land in Paris for a stop off - the flight here had the quickest tea service in the world - they gave me my cup and then took it practically straight back off me as we juddered to a halt in charles de Gaulle
Waited in the queue for the bag check (more on the bags later)
waited for the bus shuttle
waited in a queue for drinks
waited to board
waited to take off.
By 17.20 (UK) 18.20 (France) and 12.20 (Cuba) we were waiting to land - and had 6 hours to go.
Bags. I need to stress this one. I had the SMALLEST bag of the group of 78 (puffs out chest) Caz's weighed in at 23kg - mine at 12kg. Caz was rather amazed, having never travelled with me and having assumed I would be a girly girl packng hair straighteners, six pairs of heels, and outfit for every possible occassion plus a few spare etc.....but no. And yes I am proud and yes I will continue to brag about this for some considerable time! See pictorial evidence below!
more to follow....
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