The next port of call was CienFuegos, a much more 'Westernized city', and I was again honked at by the Coconut cars that littered the streets. The main … I was sad not to be driven in a retro car as they were so plentiful on the streets, their strange big bonnets smiling up at me, and their chassis framed in a perpetual twinkle- or was its a sneer? Little 'coconut cars' littered the streets, small yellow electrified rickshaws with an odd yellow shell that gave them their moniker. …

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Cuba in a fortnight – make the most of it guide | Zara Rabinowicz