So I decided to leave Trinidad in a cab. We headed towards Havana when the car broke down in the middle of the highway. Our schedule was pushed one and a half hour but we finally made it to my ‘casa particular’.
He’s very much in love with his brand new old car.
And just like the French, the cops in Brussels very politely told me to “get the fuck out” when they saw me.
Patrik wanted some photos of his newly pimped Polo.