What I Did In Cuba

From Landing In Havana, Hoofing It All The Way Down To Trinidad And Back In A Rented Mexican Built Nissan (with Special Insurance On The Tyres In Case They Get Stolen By Raft Builders), The Author Vividly Describes His Hellish Time In The Caribbean's Biggest Island Nation During Fidel Castro's 'special Period'. Compared To Bill Bryson, This Is A Travel Tale Of Three Weeks In The Sunshine Socialist State Where Extortion, Confrontation, Dolphins, Kidnapping, Appalling Food And A Chance Meeting With 'the Leader' Became A Story Worth Telling. And All The Author Really Wanted At The Time Was A Nice Quiet, Boring Beach Holiday.