In the bar, a young woman from New Zealand was also spending her last night away from home before the marathon journey back to the other side of the world. She tried to sum up how she would explain Cuba to people, how she would remember her New Year's Eve, how she had changed. It was a neat conversation because that was what we were dealing with as well. An yway, our friendly bar tender decided to stand on the bar and pour tequila down the boys throats and we figured that that was about as good as it was going to get.
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