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  Cayo Coco, Cuba
Monday, June 26, 2006

Cayo Coco punished us for intrusion firstly with news of Australia's disgracefull elimination from the WC. On seeing my Ozzy flip flops and Gus' Fosters t shirt we were instantly ment with an onsluaght of opollogetic Cubans pretending to be equally disgusted with the unspeakable call. That day was needless to say named Gallagers to Italians day, unfortunetly we didnt find many in Cuba so Nole and Liam remained on good behavior. The beauty of Cayo Coco (which is a small island in the north joined to the mainland by a 9km road) is a pilagment of something that was once a beautiful place. The hotels run the place like a freak show. from 8 in the morning the run aerobics classes through PA systems so loud that they make Hirosima seem like a nursing home.

The place is dedicated to theaving money from tourists who are lucky enough to make it that far and still have some money left. They try to charge 50CUC to use the beach for a day which is about AU$75. This didnt stop Gus and I from managing to drag thier beach chairs to sea to relax out of reach of the mosquitos in the afternoon thunder.

We decided to camp up the road in what seemed to be a nice enough shoe covered beach that turned out to be Tokyo for mosquitos. We set up camp and went for a feed becase the rain made it imposible to make a fire. By 8pm the mosquitos had passed the word and swarmed like fat kids to a crashed donut truck. The noise was a terrorfiying hum as they swarmed the tent, the only thing that made the situation funny was the 4 or 5 hours of listening to the girls trying to kill them in the car. What wasn't funny was the 20 000 blood spat marks on the car interior in the morning. Our long awaited sleep was interupted at 2am by a creepy shadowy figure on the side of the tent. The figure circled the tent twice before a police siran sounded. Out in the feeding ground, black with mosquitos, we had to search for our passports in the car, undoing the girls last 4 hours of bloody bug splattering in a matter of seconds. The dopey cop looked at one passport (still managing to pinch my visa) then decided to leave us alone to our pain, probally because what we were suffering was more than punishment enough for breaking the no camping law.

In the morning we got one back on the island by sending the girls into the resort to steal breakfast, they even managed to reserve a table for 10 for the evenings 5 star banquate but we were in no shape to stay another night.

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