Under the cover of dusk, 2 impending revolutionaries landed to begin their recconnaisance mission. There were rumours that here, existed a place of top carribean music, unlimited rum, free thinking, and where Ladas came to live out their remaining years in style. Habana could be described as majestic, or run-down in a post WW2 kinda way. Either way there was the charm of following your ears, and ending up in a bar with good live music, where the cubre-libres and mohjitos flowed, and where the chicken in your meal was guaranteed to be refried at least twice. Everyone in Habana was so friendly towards us. Every guy we passed offered us cigars, chicas, and was really willing to introduce us to some popular revolutionary named Charlie. At night all of the girls couldn´t keep their eyes
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