Note: This is part of a series. You can read part one here. 

The next morning, bright and early, we fetched up at the spread where we were booked in for boar hunting. Waiting for us were two good ol’ boys: Eric, the ranch owner, and Orlando, who would be acting as our guide.

Over coffee in Eric’s den, we shot the shit about this and that as we got to know each other. We explained why we were there and gave a little bit about my background. As is always the case when I mention I was in the military to anyone in the U.S., I was touched by the warmth and respect they showed me.

It turned out that Eric and Orlando were Cuban Americans. Both of their families had fled the island when Castro had taken over. Eric had come straight to Florida, while Orlando had arrived following a spell in upstate New York.