Havana is a colourful vibrant city. We travelled with Jorge in his 1949 Chevrolet, which as he told me a couple of times was, “all original” handed down from his grandfather to his father to him. We got to see the Plaza de la revolucion where every year 2 million people gather to celebrate.
We got to see two of the bars that Hemingway’s sunk a daquiri or two in.
The eye catching moment of the day went to a guy walking around with (literally) a chain around his ankle attached to a sizable concrete block that he dragged along after him. Apparently he was making a pilgrimage to Lazarus on 17 December. Until that time he’d be walking to this holy place with the concrete block attached.
