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.