Our last day together now and we had done most things possible to do in Havana, Iona was planning to come back with her boyfriend at some point in a couple of weeks or something and I don't think Frank has any plans to return in the near future. We went for a walk, saw some of the main tourist monuments and took it easy. We all went on a drive with Iona to go to the bus terminal to buy a ticket for her bus to Santiago De Cuba that evening, the drive was only about twenty minutes or so and took us right through Havana past the huge Jose Marti monument. She bought her ticket and we went back to town, Iona and Frank arranged with some Taxi driver a price, for Frank to be taken to the airport and Iona to the bus terminal. We went for a walk to try and find Iona some flip flops and a fan, the trip led us to the main tourist street into a few useless shops until we found one selling fans. The flip flop purchase never materialised so we went on towards this bar we went to one one of the early nights, 'O'Reilly's' we sat downstairs not on the balcony this time. While we were eating a man sat on a table opposite us and kept on looking up. None of us knew what he was doing until he gave me a piece of paper with my face on it. He had drawn me in caricature, it was amazing, the likeness was uncanny apart from he had given me a pointy nose. He continued to draw all of ours but mine was clearly the best one and had the most likeness. Frank even had a go at doing the caricature of the artist. The artist is actually famous in Cuba and has his cartoons featured in the national paper. The remainder of the day was set aside for packing and the rest of thing you do when you are getting ready to go on holiday or return. We managed to fit in a quick dinner at BM before they left, this time we had pizza and we bought some tomato sauce for it in the supermarket, the sauce made all the difference and the pizza was fantastic. Time ticking down, we settled up, went back to our hotel, got the bags and then Frank and Iona said their farewells, we all said goodbye and they left on there separate ways. I had one more night to stay in Cuba after tonight so had to sort out some kind of accommodation for myself. The next morning I thought, what the hell, I'll just stay at the same hotel for one more night, I just need to book online as the prices were too much at the actual hotel. Iona left me a voucher for the internet that still had about twenty minutes on it, I booked my hotel, got the reference number and went back to the hotel. The internet was down at the Plaza so they couldn't bring up my booking online so they made me sit in the lobby for a while, I got them the reference number and they manually checked me in. I chose another room, I fancied a change. This room was the worst of the lot but still had character, and a different shower curtain. It was on the fourth floor and I had a view overlooking the park, so in view terms it was the best but it was small, only on double bed but it would suffice, I didn't need a honeymoon suite or anything. Whilst I was sitting down relaxing, I heard a thunderstorm on its way, I looked out of the window and it was pouring, really heavy and hot, it looked like it wasn't ever going to stop but it did about ten minutes later, I a little bit of excitement for me whilst I was all alone. I went to sleep, I was tired and fancied an early night as I had a plane to catch in the morning to take me on my way towards New Orleans via the most complicated of routes.