Yesterday, I had langosta for dinner, which was absolutely divine. Carlito was saying he was really worried that I´d stayed out that late, and he couldn´t sleep, so he told me not to stay out too late by myself. With the others or with Elliot it was fine. Yes dad...

After dinner we had a look at Disco Ayala but it was empty, so the English drank their ten dollars worth in about 20 minutes, while I just cut my losses. Nicole, the Swiss girl, and Barbaro, her Cuban friend, were there as well.

We moved to Fresa y Chocolate, until the place closed at three. Then we went to the petrol station to have a midnight snack. At about 5 I got to my bed. Ouch.

I slept late and took a taxi particular to the beach. The taxi driver was Lazaro, and I agreed for him to pick me back up at 5. I walked along the beach, which was nearly deserted once you got away from the hotel, and plunged around in the water. I nearly fell asleep. At 5, there was no Lazaro, but his sister Reina told me he was coming back a bit later as he´d picked up some more people.

He was there at 5.30 and Reina and I got in, which is one of those things everybody warns you about you shouldn´t do... Anyway, all that happened was that Reina kept asking me if I didn´t fancy her brother, and he kept saying he would make dinner for me. They fed me some kind of rum which I pretended to drink. She kept saying, he´s my brother, no problem, just my brother, which made me even more suspicious. Anyway, after a lot of no gracias´s they dropped me off and at home Rosita was waiting with a lovely big pineapple juice.

In the evening I dropped by the Casa de la Musica and sat with Nicole, Barbaro and that older man that dances with everyone, and I talked a bit to Alexander, another dance teacher, but my heart wasn´t in it and I went home to get some sleep at about eleven.