I got a stomach ache

Unfortunately, this part of the blog is exactly what it says on the title. We dumped our bags, got freshened up and headed to the city centre... and then I got really bad stomach pains... I thought my appendix, kidneys and liver had burst (ended up I probably had a little indigestion)

Anyway, we had our first daquiri witha  bit of food in Hemingways... class pub. Gorgeous drinks. Then we went for a bit of a walk but I was too sick to continue so we headed back to the hotel and got some rest. I know... shit blog! Apologies.

After meeting up in Madrid airport and having a few beers on the way we began to plot what we were going to do when we were there. When we arrived, the authorities must have sussed us out despite our very sophisticated spy skills as they didn't release Rabs bag. (ok Iberia lost his suitcases)

Anyway, we arrived in our hotel in Havanna all ready to experience the land that America forgot (or at least the leaders in US of A say bad shite about quite a lot)