Tag Archive: Travel

Sounds of the underground

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

Havana nights

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.