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According to one, There’s this macho guy who left his girlfriend somewhere and followed me until the end of Calle Obispo. But, he was quick to say that he knew a place to rent for /hour! They will feel indebted to you if you treat them to bars or to restaurants they’ve never been to or they could never afford. Walk the seawall from the edge of Prado (Paseo de Marti) all the way to Hotel National. It’s kind of dark and a loud music blasts from a battery-powered stereo.If there's one book that best describes the decadence and depravity of pre-revolutionary Cuba, it's Graham Greene's Our Man In Havana.The hilarious story of Wormold, the vacuum-cleaner salesman-turned-double agent, is set amid Greene's favourite watering holes under the drunken influence of daiquiri cocktails.There's a tourist trail dedicated to Ernest Hemingway, and several bars cash in on his name, but to discover Greene's Havana you have to look for it yourself.
Armed with a copy of Greene's book, we set out on our own pub crawl.
The city is falling into decay and disrepair and many of the cars are from the 1950s.