There’s one thing that unites the entire world: our distaste for queues. First of all, why are there so many u’s and e’s in queue? Secondly, why can’t they open another cash register when they have 50 guys patrolling the aisles? If you think a trip to Cuba is queue-free, think again.
But what’s pretty great about the queueing system in Cuba is how people line up. The lines aren’t exactly lines per se since everyone just does their own thing. To get in “line,” simply as el ultimo, which means “who’s last?” When someone responds, that means your turn is immediately after that person.