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Hi, my name is Cathay and I'm a travel junkie. [THE CHORUS: "Hello Cathay!"]

Yes, it's true. Just read my old blog, TRAVELADE, and see how many places I've been in the last six months: Fiji, Tahiti, Hawaii, Portugal, Jamaica, New Zealand, Israel, Mexico, and before the month is through, the British Virgin Islands. As I like to say, I'm "addicted to a taste of strange." And when you read about something in my TRAVEL JUNKIE blog, you can be sure that I have actually BEEN THERE and DONE THAT. It's my goal here to give you raw and opinionated travel advice, to tell you things that never make it into those glossy magazine stories that I myself also write.

Except for today, that is. Because today I'm writing about somewhere I really wanted to go, but I couldn't make it happen (as is sometimes the case, no matter how smart I am about it and how hard I fight).

I was in the Riviera Maya, just outside of Cancun, and dreaming of Cuba.

I had been close to Cuba before.

When I was on Grand Cayman island, I was just a 50-minute flight away from Havana via Cayman Airways. Given the world-reknowned offshore banking here, sneaking to Cuba is small beans.

When I was in Jamaica, I was also very close. Air Jamaica has a direct flight from Montego Bay to Havana. I had also heard about a company, Heave Ho Charters, that offered speed-boat tours to Cuba's second most happening city, Santiago de Cuba. That sounded ideal.

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