Mojito, mojito, mojito ...

At Havana´s La Casa de la Musica last night, the 15 piece salsa band played a song that sounded a lot like ¨mojito, mojito, mojito¨. And well it might. Without that sweet concoction of sugar, crushed mint, soda water, lime juice, white rum and agustura bitters, Havana would be a somewhat difficult place.

It´s hot, it´s dirty and it´s noisy. But it´s also amazing, its ramshackle old townhouses propping each other up and neighbours yelling from one laundry-draped third floor balcony to the one across the road in a once glorious and sophisticated city.

Salud.