Hitting a boxing gym (kid chocolates boxing club) in the slums of Havana Cuba. I was able to train with one of Cubas Olympic fighters as seen in the photo ( dont remember his name). The gym consisted of just hard sweat soaked wooden floor and a mirror , no fancy punching bags no soft ring to fall on just hungry fighters and torn up boxing gloves. While there met a frog fren from Hungary who happened to be in a similar situation as me. Which we would find out during drinks of rum ...unfortunately things got cut shot, at the time was on the on the run from the FBI and due to bad descions I was eventually kidnapped and captured down in El Salvador ... i will have to tell more about this adventure at another time but let's just say real life bap stuff 😎