Arrr, Cuba be as dark as Davy Jones’ locker, power’s gone, and the rum’s gone cold!
2025-03-15
Arrr, matey! Cuba be sittin' in the dark like a scallywag in Davy Jones' locker! A day past the grid went belly up, an' no landlubber be sayin' when the lights'll return! Methinks their power be as lost as a treasure map in a storm!
Arrr, mateys! It be a dark mornin' in Cuba, where the power be plundered by a grid collapse, leavin' 10 million souls in pitch blackness! The scallywags at UNE be reportin' a mere trickle of electricity, not enough to keep the rum cold or the cannons firing—just enough for the hospitals and some grub makin'.The cursed event struck on Friday night, when an ancient piece of a transmission line in Havana decided to take a permanent nap, causin' a chain reaction that shut down the whole island’s power! Aye, the islands be sufferin' from a string of blackouts, makin' the life of a pirate on land as rough as sailin' through a storm o’ cannonballs!
As Havana stumbled about in darkness, the traffic be navigatin' without any stoplights, and the folks be likin' Abel Bonne and bike taxi driver Yunior Reyes be wonderin' when the lights will flicker back to life. With hungry bellies and a thirst for adventure, they face a struggle not unlike that of a shipwrecked crew. Cuba blames the dastardly U.S. embargo for their woes, but alas, it be a tough sea to sail when yer ship be full of holes!
So hoist the sails, me hearties, and pray for a return of the light, lest we be livin' like landlubbers forever! Yarrr!