Viva Cuba!
April 24th 2008 Arriving in Havana involves having your senses benevolently accosted by seemingly endless colours, all styles and shades of old 50s cars, music leaking out of every doorway and bar, sincere smiles aimed at you from all sides, pollution cloaking the scene and the less palpable taste of history, of revolution, of Castro's breath and rule hovering in the air.
It's a city of extreme contradictions,
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