El Gringo; hojas

Early morning, I simply couldn't fall asleep again after the snoring guy had messed up my night. But I just waited for 2 hours in my bed, it was just too early to get up. So I got up around 5 o'clock, and hung around one of the hostels internet computers, until it was time to go. That time came, and I had the hostel call me a proper taxi, which took me fairly cheaply to the airport, where I checked in, and then realised that it was possible to have my bag wrapped in plastic (it is a company which supposedly pays the luggage handlers around the world, and then bags wrapped in the plastic gets better treatment, and won't get robbed. In reality I think, it is simply a different, since if the plastic is broken, there is very strong proof that it has been opened by a luggage handler), so I got my bag back, and went to have it wrapped, since I had 2 connecting flights, and I would prefer to get my possesions.

So I boarded my first plane from La Paz (Bolivia) to Lima (Peru), where I hardly had any time before my next plane to San Jose (Costa Rica), where I had 5,5 hours before my next flight, so I strolled around the airport, hung about the internet for a short while, ate a Schlotzky sandwich, which is a wonderful thing, those taste fantastic, and as well I bought a cinnamon roll, but something that the Danes have perfected, have been completely messed up by the Americans. It is a lot taller, soggier and the icing stays liquid and has a vanilla taste, it was almost repulsive, so sweet it was.

Waiting for the flight to Habana, I fell in conversation with an Aussie girl called Lisa, she was stunned that I wasn't wearing a jumper, as the air condition in the airport, was cranked to the max. We sat far from each other in the plane, but had agreed to meet on the other side, and share a taxi to the city, as our casa particulares (sort of like a bed and breakfast) were close. On the other side, immigration was burning fast, and my bag was out immediately (with the plastic unbroken). But I had arrived from Bolivia, drug country of drug countries, so I was asked a lot of questions about my background, as well as  my future plans, and my rucksack and shoulderbag got a thorough search for drugs, once I had been cleared, Lisa and I left and took a taxi, 28 CUC (pesos convertibles, it is worth slightly more then a dollar) for the total trip, which took about 40 minutes. But my casa particular was closed for the night, and so was Lisa's. But luckily the driver knew a place (they always do, don't they?), where we went and slept for the night.