Tour of the rum factory
is somehow not very similar to a visit to a Pilsen brewery. It is more like a visit to the cottage of the deceased great-grandmother, which you simply cannot sell in this condition (the cottage, not the great-grandmother!). Three rooms, one with a rum bottling machine, the second a couple of barrels of rum, and the third is more cheerful, where they pour us tastings of several types of Cuban spirits. We gratefully inhale the rum, we ignore the Propinas container (the mouthpiece) like a forester, we squeeze back into the bus with the other 50 tourists and we drive on.