There was something freeing about the chaos of Havana - we were able to walk aimlessly, look into doorways, explore alleyways and generally get lost without much fear. The trick with this kind of travel is to push yourself to look and investigate without being obtrusive or exploitative. Some people make the mistake of thinking that they’re a spotlight, illuminating a dark, lost place. During our time in Cuba, I often felt more like a cellphone in a movie theater - a light, sure, but more distracting and obnoxious than helpful.