So at like, 5am, Dad woke us up to drive us to Gatwick. Everyone was tired and grumpy, I soon fell asleep in the car. We arrived at Gatwick having checked in online the night before. We began to understand the full pedanticness of the Cuban government when Alex had to re-buy her visa because of one tiny, irrelevant misprint. Grrrr. Anyway we went to Starbucks with my parents, then after security we went shopping as usual. The flight was hideously long, like nine hours. We watched Borat (hahaha), played Who wants to be a millionaire?, and I watched the flight information map for hours. Finally we arrived at Havana airport. Cuba is such a completely different culture, the culture shock was huge. They are really eye-contacty people, everyone stares at you. The immigration guy just
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