I mutilate my feet in Old Havana
Trip Start Apr 02, 2011
8Trip End Apr 09, 2011
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I stop for a break at the only brew pub in the city and try and relax, while tourists circling like sharks try and get me to leave from my table. I went to the washroom and came back to find some eager beer drinkers angling for my place, trying to figure out who left half a pint of beer on the table...
"Um, I was sitting here, thanks..." and they meekly walked away.
Nothing too exciting happened except that I kind of bluffed my way into the rooftop pool at Hotel Saratoga, one of the swankiest places in Havana
At the door, I told the guards I was going up to the pool. They let me through and then I quickly got changed and jumped in the pool for a few laps. Afterwards, I sat down and read a book. When the bartender came by with a list of way overpriced drinks I said no. That's when they figured out I wasn't an actual guest at the hotel. I told the security guard I was in room 309, but that bluff was again found to be manufactured, and they kicked me out. I ran to the bus station and got lost in the crowds... never to be found by security guards again.
The bus eventually came and I went back home to La Rampa. I bought some new sandals on the way home, thinking they would help my feet. They didn't.
I took a nap and Leo woke me up with the smell of slowly cooked and perfectly seasoned chicken pieces.