On Saturday I spent the whole day wandering around with Francel. On the night there was just a whole lot of cofusion and telephone calls with the boys going out and then not going out and Daniel coming to Habana and us not finding each other and so I ended up in La Casa de La Musica on my own with an Italiano guy and ended up dancing with any local who wanted me. All good practice.
The boys called on Sunday morning, they were going out day drinking at the Casa de la Cerveza. There’s a casa for pretty much everything in this place. I was very firm with my no. I was pretty much penniless and felt like i’d drank enough. By five pm I was wandering around old Havana looking for them amongst a festival and hundreds of people. I heard someone shout my name, ran and jumped. They handed me rum and off we went to dance and drink the night away. After a thousand conversations with Francel about keeping myself safe he was true to his every word. A great egg. Solid as a rock on the inside. He is some kind of martial arts genius with a mind to match.
I’m sat in the airport again but this time heading home. I miss it already, the people, the music, the dancing, the blue skies and beaches. I have 4 magazines and 5 books all in Spanish along with a set of bongo drums in my backpack whilst my clothes are on the floor in my casa..I dont know what happened. I think i’ve changed.
Latin American culture has hit me hard and i'll certainly be back. I just hope it's soon!










