Up, coffee and out.
We walked what I can only assume was a million miles to the cigar factory. They had some tourists there but didn't really seem to know what to do with us. We were told to sit on a bench. Finally someone come over and pointed vaguely into a corner and told me to leave my camera there. Erm, no?
Back out and went to get a coffee and snack. It's odd that they've nailed the biscuits and cakes, but can't make anything savoury. I had a cheese pasty that was lacking (pretty much) in having any cheese. So dry was it that my can of orange was drawn closer to through some sort of osmosis. The lemon cake was nice though. I'd kill for a pasty.
To Hemingway's favourite Floridita bar again for a Cuban sandwich, beer and some Daiquirís. It's so rare that I get to drink on a holiday, as I'm always driving everywhere.
I think today must have been the hottest, most humid day so far. I now have the same water content as sand.
I'm cracking on through my book pile and have finished book ten.
So far, it's:
Any human heart by William Boyd
All that remains by Sue Black
Siddhartha by Herman Hesse
Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
This book will blow your mind by New Scientist
Mezzanine by Nicholson Baker
The Pearl by John Steinbeck
The virgin suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides
The great divorce by CS Lewis
Rebel Rebel: How Mavericks Made the Modern World by Chris Sullivan
Currently reading: Utopia by Sir Thomas More
Update: Jane noticed a massive electrical storm in the distance at around 8pm. We took video, but the Internet would be too slow to upload it until we get back home. Here’s a screengrab from the video.