It is a bad day. It makes me hate Cuba.
In the morning, the driver take us to University of Havana, a old and historical school.
We meet a student there being our guide. He introduces the school to us. He seems that he is quite familiar to his school. Unfortunately, everyone including him want to earn money from the tourist, just us. What’s a socialism, communalism. People in Cuba only like earning money from tourist, especially American, Actually, they love money and they are liars. I have a very bad impression in Cuba. Also, we fail to meet the driver again. It makes me think that it is impossible to date people in Cuba.
We go back and have a swim, also, enjoy the tropical sunshine.
We go out again. We meet a good driver, which is a wonderful experience, feeling better now. It is because we both do not have change. He waits us to change the money. We date him to pick us up to airport tomorrow, hoping we can meet.
We try the ice cream today, just normal.
We walk around the bayside and feel the fantastic sea wind, the smell making me miss Hong Kong. The sun is too strong. We go back early.
We spend too much money unexpectedly today. Therefore, it is a bad day.