when we entered because Santiego wasn't a port of entry for yachts. A friend of mine had a heart attack about 40 miles off and Santiego was the closest place. It didn't hurt that he was Danish. We had armed guards on the dock for the first 10 days but we ran out of food and water so they helped us get what we needed. After that I guess they figured that we weren't any threat so they let us go. It also didn't hurt that I took the crews from both boats, the Russian and the Cuban that were assigned to us out to the best Resturant in town. Apparently Brendon was the first "yacht" to enter Santiego sence the revolution. "Yachts" had to enter, and stay, in Hemingway Marina in Havana. We were a medical emergency so the made an exception. They came out and met us at the sea buoy with two PT boats armed, locked and loaded and escorted us to the police dock. Fun stuff😎 After dinner the Russian decided to take us out to a stage show where we finished off the night. We rented a Lada the next day and went up into the mountains to where Castro spent the first two years after returning to Cuba from Mexico. Pretty interesting stuff.