To Devin Foxall, there existed a facet of Cuban life quickly noticeable but impossible to explain: people seemed to undertake the most common and everyday tasks with a special sense of purpose. To ent
Biking Cuba To Santa Clara, Cuba 15 March 2001 Romance me arse! I am too shagged to do anything, even write. Today is the first day that I have managed to get into a pattern: as in sleep, then cycle, then sleep again. The first stage from Trinidad had me reeling. Not enough sleep and [...]