La Lucha

Pretty much means the daily struggle or fight, and I feel it pretty accurately describes what I have been through to try to leave Baracoa! After spending the best part of my time here in the travel agents office, he finally arranged for me to get a minibus-bus combo which meant i could get to Havana by Thursday without spending the rest of my life on a bus. Anyway, turned up today to pick up my ticket (for some reason this couldn´t be done the day before when he told me of his plans) I find out this has all been organised for tommorrow, when i need to leave today! So then had to spend a mad half hour trying to arrange the buses to get out of here. Which i managed relatively easily and wished i had done first off! At least i have had my first real experience of cuban uselessness! But I do now get to spend the best part of the next 24hours on a bus (oh joy). However, on the bright side, I then dont have to set foot on another bus and have a nice long weekend to enjoy Havana and its nightlife and beaches (need a final top up of tan!).

So, cant believe I leave next week....seems like no time at all since my early morning new years day flight into the unknown and whilst I am really excited to be coming home and seeing everyone, its also a little strange to think i wont have to speak spanish or move every 3 days or deal with any of the mad and funny things I have been dealing with for the last 4 months. I have been reflecting a bit and whilst I now have a killer tan and blonde (if rather straw like) hair and have learnt to live without cadburys chocolate and a hairdryer (handily improvising with fans when the desire for straight hair gets too much) not sure if i have yet found out what i should be doing with my life.....guess the only answer is to head off again after the wedding of the year!!!