Stories from travels in

Travel

La Boca (1) Living with the locals

Any opportunity to do what the locals do, anything that lets me step aside from being a tourist, anything that makes a memory that hasn’t

Buried in Cienfuegos

I’ve heard the stories. A sister dying in Ireland a minute after her brother died in Australia (they say he picked her up on his

Evidence of wealth

It’s hard to get my head around the idea that life can exist with out classes. Yes, I know there are the favoured and the

2+2=5

I wasn’t going mad. I saw  2+2=5 a number of times on the walls of central Havana and couldn’t for the life of me figure

Buried in Havana

There’s something quite lovely about visiting a cemetery on a clear, 30-degree, blue-sky day. I’m a great fan of tombstones and would happily spend my

Buena Vista Social Club

I’m no stranger to adding to what little information I might have to make a more complete story. In another world, this might be classed

Fusterlandia

I hate being a tourist. I like to travel. To see places. To try new things. But I hate doing it under the guise of

Caution – scissors and artists at work

Pick an airport. Spot a passenger with a home-fashioned cardboard tube. Chances are, they’ve been to Cuba. Artists and their artwork are alive and well

My kind of man

It’s not often that I fall for a man just by the sound of him, a man I’ve never met nor am ever likely to