Welcome to Habana - The B is Silent and the Silent B is Pronounced Like a V

(Ed. note:  Some of da boiz are doing the traveling thing these days, and CC wishes he was, hence the timely posting of something he should have put up years ago when he actually went to Cuba.  Also, CC wanted to pass on to Yeamax; "maybe he'll get off his ass and finally start transcribing the Ron Diaries!".  Also, he would like to apologize for his complete and utter lack of understanding of past, present and future tenses.)

Note from the actual editor:  I'm confused. Good luck, dear readers.

I stumbled out into the street, half on account of the cracked and uneven side walk, and half on account of still being half in the bag.  Awaking with what could only be described as an enjoyable foreign hangover, it had quickly been decided between me and my partner in crime that I would be the one to venture out in search of water.  I wanted to smoke a cigarette anyway, and being the polite guy that I am, thought best not to do so in the shared bedroom.