Cubana Airlines, unlike Mexicana, are still in business and, thus, still providing flights from Mexico to Cuba so I did definitely make the right decision in choosing to fly with Cubana. The experience, however, as it unfolds, is something akin to going to the circus or a slapstick vaudeville show.
The check-in queue. I was worried about my gigantic bike box but it disappears amongst the wide screen TV's, refrigerators, washing machines and mountain high mounds of bags belonging to Cubans returning home from the capitalist world.
Anyone over five feet tall has to duck to enter the elderly plane which has signs in Russian and lovely round portholes with strange distorting plastic windows.
The air=conditioning system, which is finally turned on as the plane starts to taxi down the runway, emits disturbing clouds of smoke. Note the available leg room and broken seats.
However, we arrive safely enough at Jose Marti airport.
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