I have been in Cuba for the last month or so and have developed a quare taste for the ould cigars. There is nothing that can compare to smoking the live ones in the flesh, but I thought I’d bring you a snippet of what life has been like for me. The hat I got for less than a tenner, the shirt for $4 and the cigar cost $2. Coffee came in at $2.50 but you can’t put a price on the memories!