Concluding the (inconclusive) Cuba Journal
Returning to Havana – to its bustle and heave – was a relief. After a week out in the provinces I was sunburnt and blistering, my clothes were falling apart, […]
Returning to Havana – to its bustle and heave – was a relief. After a week out in the provinces I was sunburnt and blistering, my clothes were falling apart, […]
I saw my first revolutionary billboard during a sweaty 3am taxi ride into Havana, and my heart skipped with joy. Propaganda! It was one of the few things about Cuba […]
I just couldn’t reconcile myself to the idea of whiling away days on the beach in Cuba. After a few days in the bustle and blaze of Havana I was […]
I needed to get out of the cities. Halfway through my Cuba trip and I had spent all my time surrounded by the hustle and swelter of urban life. Something […]
I landed in Cuba on the eve of a five day weekend, as the country was getting ready to celebrate July 26, Day of the National Rebellion. A nationwide festival […]