Sex, drugs and rock-n-roll in Cuba - let's start with the drugs part. I boarded a plane from Mexico City to Havana at around 8 am. The socially-acceptable drug at that hour is coffee: a custom I only break if I've been drinking
the night before and actually got to bed (or passed out) early enough to wake
up and still call it morning. Then I usually have the common Mexican hangover remedy of a couple cold cervezas with some hot spicy soup. Forget about Tylenol kids. This is just as effective and way more fun. Am I a doctor or a shaman? No, but I often play drums for the shaman, so I'm kind of a medical authority.
