9 Décember 2004, Santiago
de Cuba,
Cuba
I only spent one night in
La Havana but it was quite entertaining! I took part in a small reception at the
Presidential Palace along with Jack, who landed here a few days ago. We had the
opportunity to shake hands with Castro himself, and some Cuban “journalists”
were also on site. Canadians spend lots of money in
After the reception, me and Jack had a
lot of catching up to do! We did it the only way we knew how: by looking for
beer! Since Castro had insisted we use an official car to travel in
Needless
to say, I woke up with the sound of the engine of my Grand Caravan… turning in
my head. I figured that if I stayed here another night, it’s to the AA I would
be telling my life story, and not to you good readers! I decided to “be the
man” and called reception to arrange transportation to MUHA. I just had to fly
today.
I reached the airport in one piece, but
with my hands still somewhat shaky. There was no way I ould be able to file a
flight plan, so I opted for a simple VFR flight, following the Southern coast of
I quickly made the final arrangements
with the local authorities (my reputation with the Six Pack helped speed that up
a lot) and decided to decline to ride in the airport truck and opted to walk
towards the “General Aviacion” parking and settle in my faithful Caravan.
After topping off the fuel and
completing the appropriate checklists, I was instructed to taxi to runway 24.
From there, it should be a nice flight to the beautiful
As I expected, this was a wonderful
flight. Under a perfect sky, I followed the Cuban coast until I approached
After a