Another Cuba memory we wanted recorded...
In late 1993 we stayed at what was then the Guitart Colonial hotel, at the time the only resort on Cayo Coco.
Met two fellows from Hamilton, one a steelworker and one worked sales at Wonder Bra. They were there just to party, never entered a pool and only went onto the beach on their very last day.
One day they rented a Suzuki 4x4, took the roof off, scored a couple of bottles of rum and paid one of the hotel staff to drive them into Moron, the nearest town of any size.
The bra guy had heard that the USian blockade made finding women's undies difficult and so he had brought a large suitcase full of them. He sat in back with the suitcase and his bottle of rum while the steelworker sat with the driver with his bottle and acted as spotter.
They would pull up to lines at bus stops, shops, red lights, anywhere there were women standing around. The bra guy claimed he could size women at a distance, so he would fling appropriately-size bras at all the women and then before anyone could react they would zoom off to the next line-up.
I would love to run into one of the women and find out what they thought: standing there, minding their own business and suddenly, from out of nowhere comes a jeep. It stops, a new bra that fits perfectly hits them, the jeep zooms off, rum fumes trailing behind.
Photo of them: https://www.flickr.com/photos/dblackadder/12236298/in/album-191799
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