On the airport it was chaos, people were running around and we couldn’t find anything. We were supposed to take a private jet to Jamaica. Our good friend Ziggy Marley had let us borrow his jet. We were walking around in the big airport when Adrian’s phone rang. It was our captain; he said that we had to meet him at the hangar. So we took the bags and started to walk to the hangar.
An hour later we were entering the plain with a thousand feelings inside us. The jet took off and we were on our way to Jamaica!
The trip was supposed to take almost 10 hours. After 8 hours flight time, we finally landed. We walked out from the plain and in to the airport. On the welcome sign it said “Welcome to Cuba!” When Ola asked a local guide if we were in Jamaica, he looked pretty confused. The answer the guide gave us did not please us. We were in Cuba! Adrian tried to call the pilot, but he didn’t answer. So we started looking for him, but he had disappeared from the face of the earth.
After this shock, it was time to eat dinner and go to bed, so we decided to find a hotel and we ended up with a two star-hotel at the airport.
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