Surviving Cubana on My Own

Nao and I parted ways – I was going back to Cancun today, while he was staying in Havana for another day.
Good guy. More clueless about life than myself, if such thing is possible! And a bit absentminded as well...like he forgot to bring his camera battery and charger. Oh, and he was involved in an ATM card scam his first day in Guatemala. One of those where they scan the card into a special machine to make a copy. But without the PIN, useless, right? Well, it turns out that there was an old man at the ATM who was "helping" him out, telling him to try again. Of course he was watching Nao punch in the PIN; I'm sure that man was the culprit!!! He stole about $1000 from Nao's account. Poor guy.
I've got to be more careful and be alert about stuff like that, especially since I'm headed into the dangerous South American territories soon...

So, I was on my own when I got to the Havana airport. And freaked out because this time, it was a Cubana airplane. Yes, the REALLY old Russian planes.
All I could do was try not to think about it...focus on my reading! Which didn't help since the novel I had on hand happened to be an aviation mystery.
Cubana surprised me in a few ways:
- White smoke. Basically, the cabin fills with white smoke before landing, which comes out from underneath the seats. I think it's air conditioning.
- Flat seats. Not the business class sleeper seats. These don't lean back, but fall completely forward.
- Americans. Hey, I thought American citizens weren't allowed to go to Cuba!!! But the plane was full of them...
As you can see, though, I've safely made it through that horrific (thankfully short!) flight.

Now starts my grand tour of Mexico. How exciting!!! I've had company on my travels for the past 2 weeks, it's sort of feels weird to be on my own again...