While walking the streets of Havana admiring the hundreds of wonderful cars from the 50’s in various maintenance states, something caught my attention. Many of the most decrepit wore proudly a yellow taxi sign. And they were all crowded with Cubans… After a closer observation I realized that different passengers hopped on and off them. Epiphany… They were the Cuban Uber pool! The sole requirement to access this service is not an app… but an outstretched arm. When the car condescends to stop you must tell the driver the address you are heading to and then the verdict comes: Get on, or an outright No. It’s all on your luck.
And the local word for them is “máquinas”.
