Cancun. Spring break. A playground for the wealthy. A characterless hub of college students, American dollars, and all-inclusive resorts. This is not Mexico. The once pristine coastline has been eroded by tourism, mangroves destroyed for the construction of hotels, the clear turquoise waters gradually turning into a seaweed-riddled brown. Countless people have disturbed the formerly deserted sands and all charm has vanished.
The Cuban travel experience is unusual. Simple things become difficult, bizarre things become normal and certain things become impossible. Coming to Cuba in search of a stress-free holiday would be foolish at best. Two currencies, food shortages, long queues, even longer delays and a quite astonishing lack of water, make travelling around this island frustrating and fascinating in equal measure.