Choosing not to dive on the final day, our transportation whisked us off to Havana early afternoon. After some trouble finding our casa, then more trouble finding a restaurant, we wiled away the evening drinking rum and looking out across Havana.
Day 11 — Zeds, Zeal and Zen
Waking up late and missing the first dive of the day, we booked our transportation out of Trinidad for the next day and headed to the beach. While Matt dived I was hassled by over-zealous security guards followed by a lazy evening in reading.
Day 10 — Flop, Forms and Fiasco
With my diving examination this morning I managed to put the wet suit on the wrong way and destroy a pair of flippers before running out of air once again. After an exploration of Trinidad town the evening ended once again in the Casa de la Musica.
Day 9 — Carnal, Cleaning and Casa
Our time in Trinidad continued with two further dives out on the boat and a hastily constructed late seafood lunch. Feeling slightly queasy I excused myself from the evening’s festivities and relaxed in the casa.
Day 8 — Weight, Wait and Want
My first day diving out at see had its ups and downs — literally. That evening we drunk and partied around the dive hut before trying to get a taxi back into Trinidad with mixed results. My sunburn cultivation had begun.







