the airport in Cuba is so different to all the others I have been to, its rather large but there are no franchise fast food vendors or duty free shops, it is a very capitalist free airport. It was so easy getting through customs, not a single problem, they took my visa and waved me through in under a minute. The only problem I had was that Frank (my uncle) wasn't due to arrive until 19.05 so I had been told and my flight landed an hour earlier than I had expected or what was written on my itinerary, it said the plane would land at 16.30 but in reality it landed at 15.30 which meant I had about four hours to kill at an airport with nothing to do, my ipod battery had nearly run out, my laptop battery was on its last legs and I had read enough of my book for now, my last option was to play one of two rubbish games on my phone, either tennis or need for speed, I chose the latter as its easier. Time was taking forever, every so often I would check the screen to see how the flight was doing, I had been given the wrong details and the plane wasn't due to land until 19.55 meaning I had an extra hour of waiting to do. Time seems to go very slow when you are waiting for someone or something, even worse when you have nothing to do. Finally the screen said the plane had landed, now all I had to do was wait about twenty minutes for Frank to go through customs and get his bag and we'll be free to leave the airport and roam around Cuba. Given my recent luck, it didn't surprise me when Frank took over an hour to come out, I had been waiting opposite the arrivals door for over an hour now and he still hadn't showed. I was in a patient mood so didn't care too much, just that I was really bored. He finally came through the doors after I had been waiting for about five and a half hours. As soon as he came through we went straight out the doors, got in a taxi to take us right to our hotel, doing nothing all day had made me pretty tired and Frank was knackered from being on a plane all day. When we got to the room, first thing we did after putting our bags down was drink some of the Haitian rum I got from the Bahamas duty free. Well Frank didn't, he unpacked all his things first, then had some rum.