
Off The Beaten Track:
In the Cuban capital straying from tourist itineraries brings little danger from violent criminal attacks, but considerable nuisance from swarms of hagglers and jineteros, the local term for hustlers. By crossing the Parque Central and venturing into Centro Habana you will become a sitting duck for cigar counterfeiters, rum peddlers, moneychangers and the omnipresent jinetera offering anything from sexual services by the hour to marriage. If, however, being pestered for money or having to walk with your nose in the clouds to watch out for pieces of falling masonry does not bother you excessively, an incursion into the city's most densely populated neighbourhood is an experience you cannot miss.
 
Centro Habana is the epitome of all things Cuban, gaudy crowds, women shouting from dilapidated balcony to dilapidated balcony, street vendors selling dubious foodstuff, shirtless men lovingly polishing their 1950's American cars, priced for sale . There are elderly men playing dominoes on street corners until early morning, downing shot after shot of aguardiente or "chispa", the cheapest and most poisonous of the cheap rums. There is wild dancing during carnivals and national celebrations of the "Triumph of the Revolution", as Cubans mechanically refer to Castro's 1959 power takeover, and moonlit walks along the Malecón seawall. Here lights can suddenly go out as they may at a murder mystery dinner, leaving locals and foreigners alike to wander about boisterously in the dark, guided only by the omnipresent glow of the hilltop lighthouse.
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