Havana pt dos

Gran Teatro. Stunning.

The Partagas cigar factory. 

Not a single women rolled a cigar on her thighs.

But pretty cool to watch it all in action. 

See what I mean about the hotel view. 

Capitolio and Gran Teatro to the right, Belle Arts to the left. 

You should have seen the hotel Dad had picked out. 

Brett, Dean, it was New Orleans all over again - communist style.

Dona Teresa. 

A little Havana colour and atmosphere.

Yes that's right, another daiquiri. 

The mojitos really were pretty terrible.

Chronologically this was the night we thought would be our last in Havana. 

But turned out I would be back at this rooftop pool bar again. 

Havana - through a lens

Happy Havana Woodland Creature. 

Our first night, after a lot of walking in crazy heat and in crazier streets, it was time for a beer by the pool. 

Mojito score: 1/10.

View: 9/10.

The cathedral at dusk. Prettiness. 

City at sunset, from our hotel in fact. 

Dark clouds lent a lot of mood and anticipation.

"Until victory, always."

Come on down Che. 

They were right - he sure did bring the sex appeal to the revolution.

Smokin' hot beret insurgency. 

Have always wanted to see this. 

As you can imagine, there's an entire T series of 'Havana cars' with a special emphasis on numberplates and details. 

More on that later. 

Of course if you're in Havana you're going to come across Hemingway. 

Floridita's - his daiquiri gaff. 

Compulsory you understand. 

And that would be mine. Shaken, not frozen. 

In fairness, bloody delicious. 

A well-thumbed daiquiri Deano. 

I really should have got a pic with Dad and this - The Old Man and the Daiquiri.

The Capitolio all lit up. 

Shame the thing was closed for renovation. Gah. 

Santa Monica

 Nice to be out of the office. 

Swingers Diner. 

"A dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way."

That's what lunch reminded me of. 

The Viceroy Hotel, Santa Monica. 

The Pacific draws me home. 

Sunset in Santa Monica: a beautiful thing.

Only bettered by a cold beer and the BEST burger of my life. 

No question. Holy smokin' happiness.

Father's Office: I'm coming back for your sweet sweet burger goodness.

It's gettin' hot in here.

I even made it to my first Miami pool party.

Now I know what it's like to be in a rap/rock video. But for real. 

Unbelievable.

The Viceroy. 

Deco calm only seconds from pool party carnage. 

True story.

Come to the beach

July 4th - liberty, justice and Miami Beach.

Fortune in a cookie. 

Oh yes they are. 

I can't wait to see you xxx

Art to the DC

vitaminwater and BYT (BrightYoungThings) exhibition in Washington DC. 

Very very cool. Frankly. 

I didn't get to see the DC big guns but this was pretty damn cool. 

G40 art. Nice. 

But my personal favourite? 

This door in the corridor of my hotel room... 

And then this guy staring at you while you're in the bathroom...

Not. Ok. DC.