As city dwellers, we have come to accept the dreary humdrum commute interrupted occasionally by the odd cheery TFL tannoy man or freebie handed out at the station. I once futilely added up… Continue reading
So where to start about this magical country stuck in a wonderful time warp that escapes definition and modernisation? We arrived in Havana to a hot, sweaty humidity which made your clothes stick like sticky backed plastic to anything and everything. You get used to this, just as you get used to the tantrum-like thunderstorms that hit at roughly 3pm every day and lasted for an hour or so before returning temperatures to a more humanly manageable heat.