Meet the Bartholomews, aka You Can’t be Serious.
Picking the world’s best beach is a bit like arguing why your favourite colour should dominate the rainbow. Everyone’s going to have an opinion.
Floating halfway between the US to the north and Latin America to the south sits Cuba, an isle of intrigue, romance and politics quite unlike any other. There are rousing rhythms, dancing in cobblestone streets (for real), wafting cigar smoke, a bounty of beaches and a Buena Vista Social Club soundtrack to accompany every style of journey.
If you’re an American who thought you’d never be able to get to Cuba, it’s time to rethink your thinking.
Fidel Castro, vintage Chevrolets, revolution, rum. These are just a few of the words most commonly associated with Cuba, the queen of the Caribbean.
It’s the age-old question: if you were stranded on a deserted island, what would you take with you? There are an infinite number of answers to this, ranging from the practical (A book called ‘How to build a raft’) to the short-sighted (My PS4, bro!).
A “new chapter” in Cuba-US relations was rung in this week by media outlets the world over, with President Obama stating: “We are choosing to cut loose the anchor of the past, because it is entirely necessary to reach a better future – for our national interests, for the American people, and for the Cuban people.”
There are a lot of myths about sailing the high seas. Some people think you need to know the nautical names of every sheet (sorry, ropey thing) and smell of seaweed all day, others reckon you can only do it on a giant cruise ship with four cinemas and a pants-exploding buffet station.