As soon as I heard that Cuba was running out of beer I knew I had to get out there to help.

Beer is akin to a basic human right.  It provides health and happiness to billions of people around the world each day, lubricating conversations, slaking thirst, and bringing communities together.  A nation starved of beer is no nation in my book.

I knew something was amiss when I checked into my hotel.  (No I’m not going to reveal which one, it’s hard enough getting a room at the best of times.)  Ernesto, the night manager, welcomed me with a gloomy expression.  Hucksters had been coming round and offering three times the going rate for cans of Bucanero.  “But sir, it’s OK, I have kept some back for you, especially.”

That’s my man.

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