At 11:45 I exchange $500 CDN for 425 CUC (Cuban convertible Pesos). A measly exhchange rate, but Cuba wants to live too and the Canadian $ dropped against the US one recently.
A book I’m reading right now call it the ‘imp of the perverse’ and as described in the book it seems to sit on my shoulder at various times: Let’s go ;-)
When I get to the 1/3 mark, I realize that the black areas actually consist of concrete covered by SLIPPERY seaweed. I also realize that the waves washing over the thing exert a measurable lateral force on my feet, or - in less scientific language - the waves could push my feet off the ground. I cautiously place my feet on areas where pieces of the concrete (including their seaweed cover have splintered off.
Given the 3 hours of sleep and the 3 alcoholic drinks I had within the last 2 hours, I actually don’t go all the way to the front. There still are 6 days left to do that! I cautiously head back to the beach.
When I'm almost at the beach, 2 not quite sober guys come onto the pier. I tell them to have a coffee before they venture out there, a warning that goes unheeded.
|the top balcony on right is my perch|