Chapter 24 Fever

• We arrived at Havana at three on the dot, slightly disillusioned by the slow goings at the pubs. I hadn't seen a single interesting person. God knows where they'd all gone tonight; probably out of town. If only I were a year older and we could've gone to Algeciras. I made a note to enquire about fake identification cards.
• We got into a booth on the floor level – no point paying for the top-floor one, there was nothing to see anyway – and waited for the bottle and shisha to be brought over to us. I felt the hums and vibrations of the music going up from my toes to my neck.
• Eventually people came in, first in slow dribbles and then in a flood at quarter to four.