This is a story about an Asian-Canadian traveler's adventures in Cuba. Going by the name of EC, here is his narrative, in my words...

At 6AM, in the light of the early morning, EC got into the cab. The airport was about half an hour's drive away without traffic. The ride along the mountainside was pretty much uneventful, with the occasional set of cones set up in the middle of the lane. This forced drivers to slow down in order to drive around it, and presumably, enough time for the police to peer inside the cars as they made the turns. It was certainly more effective than traffic lights.

EC got out of the cab, paid the driver, and headed for the airport entrance. There, armed guards with batons and guns stood, checking every entrant's passport.