Extract from my Diary
I’m slowly getting used to things, I liked Havana right from the very beginning. Breakfast in the casa then a stroll down to Cohiba to get on the internet. I may go down there again tomorrow, then the four day ticket (25) will expire and I’ll try the Presidente. It costs a little more if online for longer but it’s just round the corner.
Oh yes, I visited the Tropicana yesterday, most expensive seat for 95, booked in Melia Cohiba. Photo and Video cams cost extra (5+15). The seat at the front isn’t all that optimal but not bad. I take loads of pics and film. The show is sensational. Very old taxi driver, an illegal one driving a complete wreck, everything stinks of diesel. He had never taken anyone there himself in the past and he actually asked me what it would cost and in the end we agreed upon five; he was a nice bloke and on the way we both had to confirm that I really did want to go to the Tropicana. The price is almost too cheap; I gave him six because I happen to have a couple of three Peso notes.
The taxi for the return journey is a “new” yellow one, he wants 15, I manage to haggle down to 12. I don’t want to experiment too much with me having all my cams with me; it’s midnight. This bloke drives like an idiot and is a prat. My experience, the older the car and driver, the more honest and modest.
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As from next week I need a new casa, I still have a few days but I don’t want to leave things to the very last moment. I catch a taxi to the Centro, but the tip in the travel guide doesn’t work. I’m told to come back and ask one day before I need the room whether it is available, what! So I end up with no room and have to pay some extortionate price for a dump, no way!
The official signs with the indication that it’s a casa particular can’t be overseen, so I inquire on my own accord and take a look at a few. All dumps, no windows, some are even tiny. In the end I manage to get hold of some woman who speaks English; I explain to her exactly what I am looking for. The room has to be large and bright. After explaining someone accompanied me to an address close by, to a place I would never have found on my own. On ringing the bell a very old woman appears and unwinds a piece of string from a plastic bottle and in doing so pulls up a basket containing a key.
The room is right at the top of the building, narrow steep stairs, I think it was on the fourth floor. Such as all apartments in Centro it is old but it’s quite nice, especially the numerous old lamella windows providing a view over the things that make this town, old houses and roofs, lovely, I like it straight away. We come to agreement for the following week; I want to start with eight days. The apartment costs 50 and has two bedrooms; I prefer somewhere too big rather than too small and, it’s at the very top, is bright enough, not bad at all. It also has a few small balconies. I make a deposit of 50 and leave a copy of my passport. I trust the old woman straight away.
Yes, I liked Havana straight away but here, right in the middle of things, there where the hustle and bustle is but in another way quite peaceful, probably because there are hardly any cars. One can walk undisturbed right down the middle of the street, much nicer than in “sterile” Vedado. Nothing against my apartment here, it’s great, but now I know, for me personally, the better choice is Centro or maybe Vieja. I’m looking forward to the casa.
I take a walk back down to the Capitolio, which is close by and from there along the wide road (“Paseo de Marti” better known as “Prado”) almost to the Malecón. The street is a little like a “Rambla” such as in Barcelona or Santa Cruz de Tenerife: The roads to the left and right are separated by a very wide pedestrian area with trees, nice atmosphere. Artists display their stuff, myself, I’m not much of a friend of dust collectors to hang on the wall, I’d have to select carefully. Nevertheless, I immediately find 5 to 10 smaller and larger oil paintings I would have taken with me. Good work, not crap (well, apart from the typical Cuba stuff such as “Che” and “Cigars”), they look nice. I think I will buy something here after all.
I stroll along casually, no stress etc. and sum things up for myself... Women? Haven’t really seen what I like for two or three days/nights now. It’s like this, light brown Latinas and white chicks aren’t really to my taste; I like black or at least dark brown. Apart from that, the figure is very important, I like the 40kg class, you know that anyway; I hate fat legs and arses. However, it’s true, only 10% of the Cuban population is black; most of these live out towards the east meaning in the Santiago area. I spotted one or the other beauty over the past few days but the trouble is that they have already been taken or weren’t in grabbing distance. By no means do I want to shag ANY OLD tart, that’s not the reason for travelling such a distance, don’t do that elsewhere either.
Then I realise I’ve almost reached the taxis at the end of the alley, also more girls sitting on stone benches obviously giving me a smile. Then I spot her, petite, long hair, very young, lovely body but the important thing, she looks at me with a beam on her face... yes, that’s Cuba how I imagine it to be. First of all I simply walk past her because she’s sitting with some young bloke, probably her boyfriend. I think quickly and double back because she had made obvious advances towards me. The bloke clears off as I approach her. She’s 21 years of age and comes from Santiago; unfortunately she’s not that dark, more mulatto or Latino, but the rest is perfect.
She even speaks English, well, more than I speak Spanish; at least we can understand each other. My experience is that normally I speak English and the person I’m speaking to speaks Spanish, however, the important bits are understood, can be quite amusing at times.
I ask her whether she blows, she immediately answers that she does and laughs. How were things recently down the Malecón during the night, the young good looking tart screamed “No” in my face when I asked her; don’t know what these women want... work without getting their hands dirty or money for nothing? What a bitch, left her standing. Or the other night down the Rampa, the one who I asked her her name, she answered by writing “80” on her smart phone, do I need that? Do I f**k.
I told her we could go to my casa and asked her how much she wanted for an hour, “40”, she answered, she’s worth it, I don’t haggle. I have to walk in front of her at a slight distance (because of all the police hanging about). Once in the taxi she give me a long and wet kiss on the mouth, I have the feeling she can and will.
Once back at the casa I register her, I knock on the landlady’s door whilst unlocking mine. She is nice and as usual she gets the girls ID, a minute later she returns, she’s registered her.
She’s not disappointing, exactly the opposite. She has a shaved fanny but a bit bristly. I give her one of my chuck-away shavers and she smoothes it off. Whilst she’s doing this I play around a bit with her cunt, she a long/large labia and clit, super. I tell her, in fact I compliment her a few times; women like that, especially here.
Once in bed we kiss and cuddle, I give her cunt a quick lick, I realise she is clean. Then I let her give me a blow job, bull’s-eye. She really can blow, long and wet, with and without the use of her hand, she massages my nuts, gives them a lick too, sucks them individually into her mouth, something I don’t like at all. I pull her up and let her sit on my dick, no, she wants a condom. She’s not interested in the fact that I have recently had a test. She’s scared of getting pregnant. “Leche la Boca” (milk in the mouth) I say, something I had learned in the Dominican Republic, she understands and laughs. She sits up and pushes it in. Then it’s the good old in and out bit for a few minutes in a couple or three different positions; I’m too loaded for more. I keep to the agreement and as usual position myself with my left hand on her backside fingering her cunt; with my right I wank into her gob. She’s obedient and licks and sucks, she takes the whole portion. Half of it runs out of her mouth onto the sheet. After spitting half of my babies into the bog (why are women always so unromantic) she returns with bog paper to get rid of the rest.
Yep, I could get used to her. I tell her briefly about my plans; she wants to come along with me to Varadero, to the other casas too. This one here had impressed her, maybe that’s why she wants to tag along. Well, she was really with it earlier in the taxi, “GFE” (Girlfriend Experience). I send her away with 40 and told her to return at nine in the evening, but on time so we can go to the “Waoo” for a bite to eat, after that to a night club or similar.
Well, I’m expectant. By the way, I haggled the price for an LT (long time = all night) down from 60 to 50. I feel “hooked”... how nice.
