Winter is at its darkest, most people are nursing their new year’s hangovers. We were on a plane bound for the northern coast of Cuba, just the place we needed to chase away the cold.
I love a strong cup of Dark French roast to start the day, especially when I’m travelling. That first sip of Joe breathes an air of familiarity into whatever corner of the world that you might find yourself.
A broken spoke can really wreck your day. That’s why there are sag wagon drivers. On GASP 2013, the rain couldn’t dampen spirits.