This week I’m traveling to Cuba. After a day in Havana, The Boys—Hardy and Fletch as well as their two sons, Cameron and Nick, and the Tarpon King, Greg G. and myself—will take the long, early morning bus ride to the southern side of the island where we will board the Halcon and motor a hundred miles off-shore to the hauntingly beautiful archipelago called the Jardines de la Reina—the Gardens of the Queen—where we will fly-fish for permit, tarpon, and bonefish. It is, of course, damn near impossible to get internet access in Havana and we are completely cut-off from any form of communication when out in the archipelago, so my tales of Cuba will have to wait until my return. In the meantime, beginning tomorrow, I will run one of my favorite stories, “Confessions of a Cheese Smuggler,” which originally ran in National Geographic Traveler and was anthologized in Best American Travel Writing.
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