Cuba journal - Wednesday

About ready to go to bed after my first (partial) day in Cuba.

I woke up this morning to the sound of my phone's alarm in Mexico City (Ciudad Mexico) with a goal of leaving my hotel by 8:00 to make it to my 11:15 departure - mostly because Simon and his girlfriend were adamant about the need to leave early. Decided that I had had enough adventure last night on the metro with all of that luggage and asked the hotel to call me a cab; got an Uber driver who spoke less English than the Spanish that I speak, which isn't much. But we managed some conversation on the way to the airport.

Cuba journal - race day

Well, THAT was an adventure.

This morning I woke up with enough time that I figured I'd check on Uday before heading to the race site. For some reason I agreed to take a ride in a car that had its hood up (one of the two fellows involved was explaining to me that he had just washed the car; didn't mention what was going on under the hood). Two guys gave it a good, hard push and the driver clutch-started it and we were off.

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