The difference is that there’s no “front desk”—just a room with couches and chairs. Eventually, a man showed up, who walked us to a group of three or four airport employees, who proceeded to go through our luggage and examine everything.
We waited in the building for about an hour while the attendant continued to disappear and then reappear with our passports. When they were satisfied, we were walked over to the Cubana terminal, where Jim had arranged for the tour guide to meet us.
You would list the crossing point as “TADPO” on your EAPIS border-crossing manifest.
They’re also extremely rundown, and the roads have potholes everywhere.An opportunity to step through time and see what 1960 looked like.Oh, and it’s only 101 nm almost directly south of Key West.He was scheduled to arrive on Monday of our Spring Break, and then the Rolling Stones decided to have a free concert for the Cuban people on Friday of the same week.The resulting flurry of activity meant we had to settle for one day and night in Havana, but what a day and night!