Travelling across the Atlantic. Part two. Two days in Cancun.

If someone would told me that one day I could be in Mexico, I would have laughed. The first impression is that it was hard to breathe, the air was so humid hot, that I almost fell into a swoon. Thank goodness, the hotel was nearby.

In the hotel (though not the Hilton) the air temperature was quite normal. So we moved to our rooms. Company had paid for rooms for crew, but I had to fork out a bit. It is good that they take credit cards, so I paid quickly and without problems. Well, it is clear that everyone lay down on mattresses at once. We slept for half of the day. And then, you know, we went for a walk in order to chill a bit.

 

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Traveling across the Atlantic. Part One.

 

One fine May morning someone knocked my door. Well, firstly a stranger rang the entrance door intercom and then knocked the door. It was my old comrade aviator, who returned to Prague. I cannot tell you his name because of the events, which happened after his appearance. Let us call him Havel. So we are sitting in the kitchen and having hot coffee with cold Borjomi.

Well, as usual, jokes, jokes, latest news and anecdotes.

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