Hammer, sickle, square and compass.

Concrete and daiquiris on a tour of Havana's big, bold, brutalist beauties.

Alligators and urban exploration on my first trip to the US of A.

Exploring the story of Cuba... as told by its battlefields, monuments & museums.

Why the Dominican Republic, Singapore and the Bahamas are my least favourite places in the world.

Because no one throws a street party like the Communist Party.

I went looking for Haitian vodou… but amongst the rituals and refugees of the Grand Cemetery, I fo

The thousand-ton folly of a Latvian eccentric, who claimed to know the secrets of the pyramids.

Arriving in Cuba alone, with no money and no plan, was more fun than you might expect.

Crabs, bats and communists, in Cuba's greatest Soviet souvenir.