As we were tired and had no idea of what to do and where to go we just drank some of my rum at the hotel mixed with some local Cuban equivalent of cola called 'Tukola', went to a restaurant to have some food and headed out for a short walk. Almost instantly we were hassled by the beggars and prostitutes. We got to this walkway on the main strip, it wasn't too lively, in fact most of Havana looked a little dead, it was a Sunday but for somewhere supposedly full of tourists it was remarkably quiet. On this walkway, two prostitutes came up to us, both were young and very attractive but that still wouldn't tempt me to sleep with a prostitute. They were asking us things and couldn't speak English, I did what I could to translate what they were saying to Frank and told them we weren't interested. They were shocked, they genuinely looked shocked that we had said no and asked why and wouldn't take no for an answer. Eventually we walked off and left them but that just shows how many people must come here and sleep with prostitutes on a regular basis. After that we just retired back to our room, turned the air conditioning on full whack and drank some more rum until we fell asleep.