Finally we had to go back to Havana to return the car, which by now was making strange sounds now an then, and also replenish our money. This time we took the real high way, or auto pista. Really weird to drive 140 kmh and all of sudden you are passing racing cyclers or policemen standing in the middle of the (supposedly) highway. Somehow we got through without fatally injuring anybody and finished the day smoking some fine cigars and eating a fine burger.

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Posted by Jan Peter Wiersma

Coming from an early entrepreneurial background Jan-Peter has been playing around in a diversity of environments from die-hard IT to Advertising and Communications

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