There is such a thing as a time machine - simply step through gate A8 of Cancun airport, and take a seat. In an hour you’ll be back in a time before the internet, before pervasive global pop culture, where people still spend their days milling in the narrow streets and hanging out in the tall arching doorways of their garage-less houses. Classic American cars compete for road space with klunky Russian Ladas and sidecar-equipped motorbikes, evoking thoughts of cold wars and broken alliances.

Cuba. The most fascinating, unique and contradictory place I’ve been to.