So Mike loses his bank card in a machine, on a Sunday in the most non-techy country
in the whole wide world. The story goes - he was already feeling anxious with lots of people
around, then the machine spits out the cash in 5 peso notes...which was like a freakin wad.
He freaks out, shoves it in his pocket and bolts. Then learns that Central American machines
give you the card after your cash...too late bro, the machine ate it. In other news, the Malecon
is a stretch of wall, or esplanade along the coast of Havana (see POD, strike a pose), we found
out that it is quite popular for people to hang out there at night. Something to do...take some
beers, do some fishing. We think there was over 1000 people there last night.
