One of the hardest pieces I’ve had to write. Because my puny words just can’t do this incredible place justice. You will have to see it for yourself.
Freshfield Grove olive oil from Tasmania delivers a burst of peppery sunshine on the tongue that reminds you just how good this is.
We find more amazing palaces, suffer awful food still, but the music plays on, as do the taxi rorts and cattle trucks disguised as buses.
Crazy mardi gras, music that never stops, and still awful food almost everywhere except for one very high point…
Cuba sometimes delights, and always surprises. And in spite of obvious grinding poverty everywhere, the Cubans seem as happy as clams. We could take note.