The next morning we followed the same pattern, drank some rum really early, but this time we actually set out to do things in the city, not just to find bars. On the way to the Havana club distillery/museum we bumped into some man, he claimed to be a teacher but I'm not too sure about that. He said he was going to give us directions to a local street festival that afternoon. He took us to this bar and was talking to us about being a teacher in Cuba and gave us the usual about it being really hard and everyone being poor and not getting anything. When we got to the bar, we ordered three mojitos, he said he would pat but Frank insisted we would pay. When they came out they were really bad, the rum used was the cheapest of the Havana clubs, the plain white one. The mojito had no flavour and tasted very watered down. We stayed there to chat for a bit then eventually our fears were realised, he wanted money off us. Whether it was true or not, he said that he wasn't able to buy any nappies for his baby if we could buy some for him, Frank and I realised the error of our ways, gave him some money to leave us alone then settled the bill. We had been well and truly ripped off, he had taken us to this place, probably a friend of his and maybe he got some deal out of it. We were charged $5 CUC for a crap mojito. Oh well, I suppose you learn from your mistakes, this wasn't anything serious just a little annoying.