text: You decide to follow the map towards the contact and the coffee shop. From the airstrip, you drive around a few hills and in the direction of Havana. Driving down the hills, you see the city start to unfold in front of you and can easily follow the map towards the coffee shop.
  
  When you arrive, you notice there is plenty of parking and not that many cars around. Instead there are a number of people on mopeds and motorcycles and a few older cars. There are a few small delivery trucks driving around as well. You find a space on the side of the street and park the car.
  
  You wait in the car for a few moments and watch the people around you. Most of the people around appear to be in a hurry, or at least have a purpose. Across the street there are a number of round tables with umbrellas outside the coffee shop where you are to meet. There are two couples sitting at tables there, drinking coffee and a single man with blonde hair and a bushy mustache sitting by himself. You guess that he must be your contact.
  
  Taking one last look around, you step out of the car. You pause to let a mule pulling a wagon travel along the road before you cross towards the coffee shop. It appears that there is no one else watching as you make your way across the street. You walk up to the blonde man sitting alone.
  
  You say:
  > You is the coffee any good here?
  The man replies, "It is good, but not as good as Kenyan coffee."
  
  You say:
  > You but you like Kenyan tea.
  The man looks nervous at your response and you can see sweat suddenly break out on his forehead. He looks around at the street and quickly glances up and down the street. He slowly slides his chair back from the table and continues to glance around. He looks back at you and rises to his feet. He fiddles with his cup and his napkin for a moment, looking down, then moves suddenly.
  
  He shoves his cup off the table and it crashes onto the floor. He makes a move in your direction and you tense up in defense. Then he shifts and moves to the side, quickly running past you. He knocks a chair over as he reaches the street and takes off at a run down the street before you can stop him. The two couples at the other tables look over at you, as if waiting for you to explain the man. You look after him and shrug your shoulders.
  
  In a moment his has vanished from sight. After a pause, the two couples go back to their conversations, ignoring the man and you. Looking around, you don't see anyone else that appears interested in you or the man. With your contact gone, you are not sure what you should do next. You look at the man's abandoned table, but then decide to go back to your car.