Havana Arrival

Welcome to the Aeropuerto Internacional Jose Marti.  This is a really small airport, which I am glad.  I am feeling a little nervous about the passport thing.  After we all milled around for a few minutes, I stood in line for one of the 10 passport agents, handed her my Cuban Visa and my old passport, because it had the passport number that matched my Visa, she gave a glance and gestured for the other passport.  Zipped it through the reader, took my picture, tore off the entrance part of the Visa and pressed the busser...I was in!
On the other side of the doors were the baggage carousels.  Just two of them, so you think I would be easy to spot your bag coming out the slot, well, apparently not.  Four of us were left standing in a sea of flat screen televisions, a couple of bikes and a giant mound of green saran wrapped bundles.  We were just standing around, feeling a little panicked and I happen to spot at the end of a pile of not yet claimed bundles, some suitcases...and they all belonged to us.
We wheel out and there are some luggage claim tag checkers, it didn't seem to matter if we gave them the luggage claim tag or not.  Standing out side was our guide for the tour, Alden.  He was holding an Insight Cuba sign up so he was easy to spot, and out in the parking lot were several tour buses, ours was numbered 196 and Julio our driver for the tour was there to load our luggage in the undercarriage baggage area. 

The parking lot was just as I expected, rows of 1950's cars and several beat up taxi's.  Across the street was a billboard with Che Guevara on it....welcome to Cuba!