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By the time Claire looked out of the window she was surprised to see our Habana bound taxi was a classic 1950s American Studebaker car. Eight of us in all took the 2 hour drive to Habana: the driver, Claire and myself in the front, 4 cubans in the back and 1 in the boot! The driver motored along at an alarming speed, at first we were concerned about the age of the car / lack of seatbelts etc. but we couldn't sustain that level of anxiety for the whole journey and gradually relaxed and enjoyed the scenary and experience. Along the roads were many Cubans hitching and farmers driving their oxen up the central reservation. After an hour or so our driver was signalled to pull over by a motorcycle cop, the driver and the occupant of the boot walked back up the road to see the cop and returned after 5 minutes. Nothing appeared to have changed and the occupant of the boot resumed his place and the driver sped off.
By midday we had arrived back in Habana and checked back into the casa we had stayed at previously (Cary & Nilo's house) and after a short siesta stepped back out into the heat of the day to walk into old 'Habana' and visit the Revolution museum. Having read a potted history of Cuba we found the museum very interesting, if a little gory - bloodied clothes that rebels ad died in and 'imperialist' instrument's of torture. Cuba has had a very troubled past, especially at the hands of other countries: Spain, Britain, France and the US. After the museun we had a few beverages (Mojitos and Daquiris(sp?)) at a Habana bar before heading back to our casa to eat and spent the evening in our room - we have an early start tomorrow...
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