Heading west from La Pesa to the streets of Calabazar for a trip to the markets,
a dance through bazaars.
The lighthouse in Cayo Guano lit the way to the end of the day as we snorkelled deep off the archipelago.
The night filled with Hemingway's stories being drip fed a litre of ***
as the moon slipped behind old Havana awaiting the birth of the sun.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC
Heading west from La Pesa to the streets of Calabazar for a trip to the markets,
a dance through bazaars.
The lighthouse in Cayo Guano lit the way to the end of the day as we snorkelled deep off the archipelago.
The night filled with Hemingway's stories being drip fed a litre of ***
as the moon slipped behind old Havana awaiting the birth of the sun.
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