By evening, I located an internet café and uploaded a few pics before
falling too far behind. The internet was expensive but far worse was
the long queue waiting to use the only seven machines in town. By
the time my turn came, I had scarcely started and was told they were
closing.
More frustrating than the long internet queue was the hissing sound
from the touts. They habitually hissed like snakes when wanting your
attention, which was quite annoying. But this was Cuba, and different
rules applied.