Reza Amirinia takes us on an exploration of Havana’s iconic old town visiting many of his favourite sights.
The smaller of the two islands that form the nation of Trinidad and Tobago is an eco-heaven with lush rainforest, magical waterfalls and thousands of beautiful birds.
Mountains, mines, deserted beaches and the only vineyard in the Caribbean – there is a side to the Dominican Republic most tourists don’t know about. Judith Baker takes to the country’s roads less travelled.
I’m in Dajabon in the Dominican Republic about to cross the border into Haiti. I honestly don’t know what to expect since the news from the country is always universally bad.
It’s an audience like no other. The musicians are surrounded by children in wheelchairs. They all have some kind of mental handicap but really do seem to be enjoying the music, some of them joining in.
Early morning and I’m standing under the shade of an old silk-cotton tree in Arms Square in Old Havana. Legend has it; it was here under a tree just like this one that the first Mass for the city was held on November 16, 1519. Ever since it’s been a tradition for Habaneros to fill the square on the same date each year to walk around it three times.
Imagine a tropical island of bone-white beaches, washed by seas of azure blue, whose multi-racial population displays no whiff of racism? The population are entitled to free healthcare and education from cradle to grave, free housing and almost free public transport. Sounds like Utopia…right?
I’m standing in the middle of the main street in Charlestown, the tiny capital of Nevis, with my apron on, facing a frying pan and a collection of ingredients. Curious locals wander past intrigued by what’s going on. Fortunately, I’m not alone and New York Chef, Seamus Mullen, is directing eight of us to cook Mahi-mahi with mango.
My taxi driver is called Sheffield. Clearly, if you’re named after England’s city of steel you’ll need to be pretty sharp and Sheffield definitely ticks all those boxes.