The project would culminate in a Solidarity Conference in support of the Cuban Revolution. I guess I could be called an armchair socialist. Havana is another story. Clothes stick to the skin. Laundry never dries, just becomes less wet, and wire clothes hangers leave small rust spots where metal touches damp cloth.
Long hair becomes matted, difficult to groom.
Showers are taken two, three times a day. Few of us were prepared for this kind of climate. Although rain often fell during the afternoons, these short squalls only temporarily alleviated our discomfort in the heat. Nights, we slept three and four to a room, dorm-style, with one or two oscillating fans to stir the sticky air weakly. Those of us who brought cotton shirts and sandals fared better than the poor souls who wore t-shirts and sneakers.