(Photo by VB)
Our communal taxi came at 9am but because two Spanish girls couldn’t get their shit together, we ended up sitting cooped up in the back for a good hour before we even left Vinales. I verbalised my annoyance; in broken Spanish, English, and some Spanglish. Nothing I love more than driving around in circles in a bloody oven of a car. When we did eventually leave (not letting this go), the ride took about 3 hours. We each paid 15cuc… and there were 8 of us.
We arrived in our beloved Havana and had lunch at a local paradera near to the first bar we ever stepped foot in, 10 days ago. We ate lobster as live musicians serenaded us. It was lovely.
Then we chilled out until the evening when we got absolutely obliterated on mojitos and shots of dark rum. One of us was sick on the street, another one of us shouted at the casa lady… and the other one drunkenly wrote a blog about it. 😉