the boyfriend just kept pleading for me to get up and just get through security, my body was contorted and seized up in a torturous spasm
After waaay too much rum the night before and a diesel inhaling hot drive to the airport, I found myself losing it at the dour faced customs box area. The guy stamped my passport and a door unlocked to let me through to security where my always in a freakin hurry boyfriend had gone through. I fainted and face planted onto the cool hard tile floor, and it was at this point the fun really picked up speed. The boyfriend was reluctant to go backwards through security so i was not immediately helped up. Eventually him and a couple others dragged me up to lay me down right on the luggage table. Everyone kept talking to me in Spanish, the boyfriend just kept pleading for me to get up and just get through security, my body was contorted and seized up in a torturous spasm, i puked in a garbage can someone gave me, no medics came for ages, finally someone showed up with a rickety wheelchair and they got me in it, the wheelchair broke, they had to go find another one, finally got to a broom closet of a clinic where the medic had a 6 inch gash across his head newly stitched up, he jabbed me in the stomach with a tranquilizer needle and they kept telling the boyfriend to buy me lots of espresso with sugar, they let us go, we got the plane home to Toronto, and I watched my luggage come off the carousel with half undone zippers, sure enough, good bye ipod and new expensive ray ban aviators. I will never go back to cuba. Ever. Oh, and they dinged us 65 each at the airport for some departing fee. Hateful. All of it.