Too much avocado?

13/10/10 Last night in Havana

I'd always thought it was received wisdom that you can never have too much avocado. But as Paul and I made our way through a whole giant avocado this evening, it went from being yummy to just soft green stuff, and I found myself thinking 'I don't want to eat any more avocado right now.' Perhaps the world has turned upside-down.

On another note, Otto says we might not be leaving Cuba as a hurricane is coming to Havana. No!!! Must... Get... to... Miami...

14/10/10 Hurricane

So we got ourselves to the airport just as they cancelled our flight. There were other flights cancelled as well, but not all - so I had some hope we'd still be able to get away, somehow. We waited in the queue at the Bahamas Air office, and as I heard the word 'Sunday' bandied about despair hit my stomach. Then the words 'nothing else we can do.' When it all sunk in I felt dead and couldn't quite bring myself out it again. We'd built ourselves up to escaping Cuba (finally), but now we weren't even stranded a day. We were stuck here for 3 more nights. It just felt like a sentence. I didn't want to be just 'surviving' any more - I wanted to go back to living. I couldn't bear the thought of spending any more time trying to get through the segregation system and avoid being hassled on the streets. All I could feel was nothing. There was nothing we could do and there was nothing to do here. It was the worst possible place to be stranded. I didn't want to move, let alone find another expensive taxi to take us back and see if Otto and Mylena would have our room still (I suppose we're practically family now). It took a lot to lift the spirits and finally get out of the airport. Mylena was at home (luckily) and sympathetic (although she kept saying it was only a little hurricane. I hope it's huge). Now we wait, and continue to survive.

...Here comes the storm. We're hauled up here like refugees. The wind is whistling ominously, and the rain is downpouring torrentially. It's pretty spectacular. I hope it cancels other flights. I feel like the too much avocado thing may have become a metaphor for Cuba.