I had no intention of driving across Cuba. I had a one-week visa, and I didn’t want to spend much of that time in a car. But in Cuba, sometimes what you want, what you counted on, what you demand isn’t available.
The Spanish phrase no hay, meaning “there’s no fill-in-the-blank,” was a constant refrain on this trip.
No hay flights.
No hay rental cars.
No hay vegetables.
No hay fruit.
Visiting Americans are still fascinated with old American cars.