Stopover in Mexico

My last day in Cuba, my last morning really. I was glad I was leaving to be honest. Since I couldn't sleep any more, I got up relatively early.
Alex was up already and soon he served me my last cafecito.
There was a lot of action going on on TV this morning. It was "election day". "Voto 2015" was the head line. I really didn't know what exactly was going on but I enjoyed looking at the colorful pictures on the screen. It felt a bit like a cat watching a washing machine going round. There was some important person casting their vote, but I think in the end Raul Castro got elected again. What a surprise.

Soon it was time to get to the airport and Alex had already arranged for a taxi.
Driving through the different barrios of Havana back to the airport made me a little sad that I had to leave, but the ultimate call for home and the intermediate call for Mexico was stronger and I just enjoyed the ride.
At some point in noticed that the little black Skoda Fabia I was driven in had 680.000 km on the clock - very impressive.
At the airport check-in and all the other procedures went well but soon it turned out that my flight to Cancun (just across the water) was delayed by three hours. So now the plane would not leave at 13:45 but at 16:50.

For that I got a sandwich and a can of Tukola (a Cuban coke).
While sitting there and waiting, I got to talk with a German couple about travelling which passed the time and at at some point our replacement plane was ready.
We flew to Cacun and this time I was able to avoid all the taxis and got an ADO bus to the bus terminal in Cancun where my Hostel was located.
I found it pretty quickly. It was a nice place and even had a little pool. The first task of the evening should be "logging on to the internet again", which I was not able to for the last two weeks in Cuba.
I was excited to see what had happened, who had "liked" my last photo and how did Borussia play and all these "non-essential" things.
To get the best connection I went to the common area near the pool and connected to the Wifi, but before I could have a look, as a sign of a good hostel, I was already involved in a conversation with other guests.


I was glad to be back in the free world, with hostels, wifi, shops and consumerism.
Finally, I did get to connect to the Wifi though and for the next 3 minutes all the notifications came in.

I called Yuni now I was looking forward even more to finally get home in three days.
For my last night in Mexico I wanted to find a nice place for some Tacos and a beer, so I walked towards the market square. There was a lot going on, it was dark now and all the families with their kids were out strolling be different food stalls and had a great time. This area "Parque de las Palapas" really felt like a local mexican neighbourhood - an affluent neighbourhood but an authentic one, nonetheless.

Soon I bumped into some guys from the hostel, they encouraged me to try some sort of cake at one of the stand which they thought was "amazing".
It tasted a bit like tiramisu and wasn't really my thing.

However, to get some proper food I soon split up from the lads who wanted to continue to eat cake and the like and found a little place with great tacos and cold beer.
Funny how, after two weeks in Cuba, Mexico appears like a highly organized and advanced country, where everything works as it should be and you can choose whatever comes to your mind.