Don’t buy cigars in the street unless you can enjoy bad quality cigars. Many People will approach in the streets of Havana city mainly asking you to buy cigars. Also around the Partagas store near the Capitolio.
Full of Cubans, with a limited number of seats available to tourists, they’re set up for transport not commercial comfort; the air conditioning is freezing, TVs play continuous loops of loud Latino pop singers, toilet stops are rare and repulsive.
Skin to skin in the back of a truck is cheap, hot, stuffy and crowded. Bumps and rattles on the road are an apt soundtrack to the passing landscape. But what remains unforgettable is the bonding that occurs when strangers are held close together like this; communication becomes a gesture and a smile treasured