(Back in time, to yesterday, February 27th.)
I got up quite early, as all the other days of my holiday, at around 7h. I got dressed and went down to the buffet room for brekky. I’m always really hungry come morning! So I had the usual, bacon, toast, turned egg prepped by the brekky cook, chocolate croissant, fruit (pineapple and watermelon), hot chocolate and orange juice!
Then I went to the beach for a last stroll… Goodbye beautiful sand! Sun! Warm sea!
I went back to the room, packed the last of my stuff and headed down for checkout by the time of 9h30… I sat with the other people of Sunwing (we were 5 in total who booked that hotel for a Wednesday-Wednesday holiday) waiting for the bus transfer to the airport. It was scheduled for 10h but only arrived at 10h30.
At the airport I went to check-in. Leaving Montreal for Varadero I had no trouble at all with my luggage, the dude quickly checked me in and that was it. No no… Not the samer for the way back! The guy here told me my luggage was 6 kilos overweight (20 allowed, so 26). He said I’d have to pay 10 Cuban Convertible Peso per kilo extra, thus 60 CUC!! WHAT?! No way! Why didn’t they tell me I was overweight in Montreal, I would have made arrangements to store some stuff in a locker or so and not bring it all to Cuba! I bargained with the dude, saying I didn’t have anymore dinero, that I’d spent it all in his country and only had the 25 CUC departure tax left! He talked with his boss and they decided on making me pay for 3 kilos extra, 30 CUC. By then it was 20 minutes later, so I decided I’d just go get money at the exchange office with my trusty Visa card. I then waited in line some more until finally they could handle me and my extra luggage fee. It’s really stupid though… Why don’t they just use equalization or so? Many other passengers had 10 kilos luggage, 10 under, so there’s my extra 6! Grrr…
Then the waiting at the airport began… Varadero airport is tiny. Once passed security, if I can call it that… They scan the bag quickly, make me walk through the beeping thing, I beep, but the lady shrugs and says no need for the search with the handheld device… Okie then. Nothing about how much liquid you bring onboard here! Yea, the airport, tiny and smelly. Because smoking is still allowed in public places. Sure, there are some designated smoking areas, behind a meter tall glass (ohhh that’s really going to stop the smoke), but no one uses them. So after a few hours there, despite the strong airco, it still was yucky. And the plane was an hour late.
On the flight the movie was Ratatouille, which I’d just seen before leaving Blanc-Sablon, so I put music on. The meal was a choice of chicken or pasta, I choose pasta. It was alright, but way to salty! I took a bite of pasta then a bite of bread and so on. I was so hungry by then I could have eaten anything I think!
The flight landed in Montreal with only 30 minutes delay, they had made up some time in flight. The luggage was announced for carroussel 4, but then later also carroussel 8. How could I be at two carroussels at once?! Grrr! Took a little while, but I finally found my bag. Clearing customs was a breeze. I took my Winter coat out of my suitcase and dressed up warmly. I then went by cab from the airport to the parking lot downtown where my Communauto car was waiting.
By now I’d been up more than 12 hours and travelling, which is tireing. But I had a mission! Get to Quebec City to my bro’s appartment! So I took the road! René-Lévesque, Jacques Cartier bridge, Longeuil shoreside, to the 20. Once I was set on the highway the drive went well. The only thing I disliked was having all those huge long trucks passing me. In night, Winter, with recent snowfall, I was going 90-100km/h, the limit. But these trucks wanted to speed! And getting passed each time I had to concentrate lots! When I felt tired, I stretched a bit my legs, ate a cookie, sang songs, listened to stupid talk radio (talking back), etc. And I was at my bro’s at around 22h30. I was so happy!
I prepped the sofa-bed, showered and went to bed. Mmmm… Sleep!