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Green island….and flitting blue shadows…

We arrived in Havana and hailed a cab. That was easy enough and we soon found ourselves weaving through the early evening streets dodging overloaded trucks, motor bikes and pedestrians alike. Potholes the size of craters punctuated the road like full stops. I guess you get used to it. A leisurely fill-up at a station… Continue reading Green island….and flitting blue shadows…