Shot on the main road, Havana, Cuba way back in May, 2001. I wish I could remember more details, but I wasn't very good at keeping track of my photos back then. I believe the highway is the Malecón, but I just don't remember.
I spent six weeks in Central America, in May and June of 2001. It was a magnificant trip, the one where I discovered photograhpy. I left the country with twenty rolls of film, having only ever shot one roll. Such memories, like holding a taxi hostage and demanding the return of luggage; getting hit on by hot Cubans, stunning architecture, beautiful people, Fidel (saw one of his speaches, it lasted two hours), and of course poverty imposed upon the people of Cuba by the imperialist regime to the north.
This photo was taken with a Nikon F65, Kodak ISO 400 film and scanned to CD at the photo-matt, (no link: they did a sucky job). Of course, there was much photoshopping to remove the noise added during the scanning, and to make the colours match my memory.