H is for Havana

In 1999, we made our only trip (so far) to South America, and stayed a few nights in Havana on the way. It’s a beautiful, if run down, city with very friendly people – for example, the guy with the lorry load of fruit who spotted us drinking tea on a balcony above, and the nice young driver of one of the classic 50s taxis we rode in. As you can see, it broke down – but we got to our destination in the end!