It was remarkable how fast one grows accustomed to the thousands of antiquated cars humming around the country. In Havana, the local taxi system consists of collectable cars that drive general routes, pulling over for anybody holding out a hand. Squeezing in seven people listening to music that sounds like American Graffiti and congo drums had a baby, you just hand them over 1 CUC when reaching your destination.
Cheap and effective, not to mention the undeniable cool factor.