I was sitting in a shabby bar in Havana, with two locals I’d just met, who seemed friendly at first but turned out to be like the Cuban version of Will Smith and Margot Robbie in con-artist movie “Focus.”
It seemed innocent to begin with. A young couple that looked about the same age as my partner and I struck up a conversation with us on the street. They must have known Australians feel downright rude refusing an invitation to go for a drink, because the next minute they were leading the way to a bar where they said they would tell us about some local places where we could see live music that night.
We said we’d shout them a drink in exchange for the insider knowledge.
When we got to the bar the guy — let’s call him Will Smith — suggested we order a round of mojitos. Ever the budget-conscious traveller, I asked how much they cost. “It’s very cheap here, don’t worry,” Will insisted as Margot nodded. My request to the waiter for a menu went unanswered.