Back to Havana which means only one day left in Cuba! Looking forward to get back to nice beaches, not being asked every two secs whether we want a taxi or a cigar and not having to stay in people's houses.
Despite telling the bloke in Havana that we would be returning he had rented his place to someone else. He took us to his "friends" place which we rejected as it looked like a prison cell. Walked around in the midday heat with our heavy backpacks and found a nice place, also inhabited by a Russian and Swiss bloke.
On Amy's request we headed back to the chocolate factory for ice chocolate milk and truffles. Had nothing else to do so in true Cuban style we bought some rum and coke and lazed about - sat on the balcony of our casa and watched the Cuban world go by. After a rum or 2 with Swiss bloke, Russian bloke took us to one of his fave restaurants, which was pretty good bar the 'traditional Cuban desserts' - rubbery cheese triangles separating some weird fruit purée gunk.