La Habana report

Posted By: Bogey <bogey666@aol.com>
Saturday, 29 August 1998

It was with some trepidation but a great deal of excitement that I walked up to the Aero Caribe counter in Cancun, waiting in a queue leading up to a sign saying "La Habana". There can be no denying, that simply those words held a certain mystiqye, a certain mystery and unknown sense of adventure. After all, unlike almost all other possible vacation spots, relatively little has been printed and or portrayed about Cuba inside the US. I looked around nervously as I searched for the Divermex rep. that was supposed to be "around". The line consisted of two types of travelers: families with a dozen suitcases stuffed to the hilt with every conceivable good either unavailable or prohibitively expensive in Cuba, and single men. The Divermex rep soon appeared as he had a list of names to be dealt with, and shortly I was handed my ticket and tourist visa for a cash sum of $266.

The flight went smoothly and quickly. One does not realize that Habana is only 45 minutes away from the golden shores of Cancun. When we emerged from the clouds, I strained to look thru the window at this forbidden and tantalizing land that I had heard so much about. There really wasn't much to see, as we flew above farmland of sorts with few distinguishing characteristics. Nonetheless, the sense of excitement grew with every foot of descent into the very nondescript Jose Marti airport. As I was later to learn, we had landed into one of the "old" terminals. Descending from the plane, we were led into a large buidling which resembled a large hangar. I was immediately surprised NOT to see any signs of a police/army presence. For some reason, I had visions of heavily armed rifle toting guards. The old terminal was empty and my wait in the immigration line was extremely short. The immigration was youngish Cuban who smiled as I handed him my Polish passport (which I brought along specifically for this purpose) and smiled at my awkward "buenas dias". He replied "buenos tardes" and indeed he was right as it was now shortly past noon. As he scanned my documents, he asked with a big smile if I came "for the chicas"?. I could only smile in return and reply "possibly".

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until he asked where I was staying. The recent posts had scared me into NOT falsely writing a hotel unto the visa. I had simply written Amigo, Miramar, Habana. Apparently that wasn't good enough. For whatever reason, there was another immigration officer with him in the booth, a very young looking one, probably around 20 years old, top. As I tried to explain that I'd be staying with a friend, it soon became apparent that an exact address was needed, yet I was unable to provide this because the address of my casa was yet unknown to me (it was something my guide was arranging for me). Despite my very limited Spanish and their limited English, we were able to establish that he'd be outside waiting for me. Therefore, the 20 year old motioned me to follow him, and we walked thru the baggage area thru customs to the glass sliding doors outside that were filled to the brim with Cubans awaiting what looked to be family members. As we stepped outside, I became somewhat panic stricken as my guide seemed nowhere to be seen (he said he'd be carrying a sign with my last name as we made plans in phone conversations when I caled from the US). We waited outside for a minute or so, as I strained my neck looking around in a growing sense of desperation. Finally, in what seemed just in the nick of time, a young guy with a sign that I immediately recognized as showing my name walked up, whereupon I immediately grabbed him and he gave the kid the address of the casa I would stay at. The kid (very fair haired, dark blond hair - somewhat rare in Cuba) motioned that he'd walk back to the booth and I could remain by the baggage claim to pick up my suitcase. He re-appeared shortly with my documents in tow, handing them to me with a smile as I said "muchias gracias". After reading some of the horror stories with forced hotel purchases, etc, perhaps this was an omen. An immigration official actually went out of his way! I was charged nothing. It was with a big smile what I went outside the sinister looking blacked out glass doors to the awaiting Cuban world outside.

My guide awaited. His name was S. and he was a young Cuban of 27, with a quick bullshit smile, who spoke very good English. In fact, his English was so good, I didn't have to slow down what is typically a very rapid way of speech, only to be exceeded by the rapidity of his Spanish:). I figured we'd get along fine, this guy and I. I noticed that his Lada didn't look very run down at all and it was with a wry smile that I noticed the tinted windows. My amazement only grew as I saw an expensive Pioneer stereo system in the car. This was NOT the Cuba that I had been expecting. This was not the struggling young Cuban that I had expected to meet. This kid clearly and obviously had it well. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad, so instead of making any quick judgements I decided to scrutinize everything as we drove into town.

I guessed it seemed fairly normal, yet different. It's difficult to describe, though the old billboard and placards with socialist slogans was something I had expected. The landscape was in some small way Santo Domingo like, yet completely unlike it, the big difference being a relative lack of traffic. The people by the road were either walking, waiting for a bus, riding a bike or hitchhiking. It turns out that many many Cuban women hitchhike, and it doesn't at all mean that they're on the make. They are simply looking for a ride. Of course, my guide made full use if this fact, with his rebuilt Lada and stereo he always drew plenty of attention and told me his car was a sure fire pussy getter. The stereo almost always sealed it. "the ladies love this stuff" he told me. He had gotten many many dates simply by giving girls rides. Then at the end of their date, the girls would often give him a ride. Sex on the first date wasn't uncommon at all in Cuba, as this guy has been screwing like a rabbit since his years in High School, though he told me he didn't sleep around like he did in those years.

In the course of our conversation, I had established that he works as a guide when needed, by word of mouth ( I had gotten his name and # from another TSM-er who I had the pleasure of meeting at a different TSM destination). He was also in the black market gold business. There is big demand for gold jewelry in Cuba from both men and women. This guy bought it for less and sold it for more. Also, he paid out commisions to contacts who brought customers to him. The way the words "10 bucks, 20 bucks" seemed to flow out of his mouth, I was sure I was in the hands of a real operator. I made sure to tell him that I was on to his bullshit (in a lighthearted manner of course). "no problem. my friend".. the quick manner in which he said that never ceased to amuse me. We were going to get along just swell, though I was paying him $50/day. I had expected the rate to be more around $35-40, I told him I'd check up on that rate later:)

We arrived by what seemed to be the back way (because I didn't see the Malecon, downtown, etc) into his mother's house in Miramar. The casa that I stayed at turned out to be his mom's.. a very sweet woman who rented me the second floor while she, her husband and daughter lived on the top floor. I essentially had the run of the entire floor to myself. The bedroom was large, with an operating AC. The space was beautifully furnished and I really liked the atmosphere. After resting up for a couple of hours. The question was: "what would you like to do, my friend"?

The answer was that I was somewhat hungry and I wanted to go eat at a place where I could peoplewatch- always a favorite occupation. Therefore, into the chick magnet Lada we hopped and proceeded to drive around. We sure attracted a lot of attention and often were asked to give "rides". (which S, without me around probably would've gladly given:)). I was struck by the many many girls out and around, just normal girls. Judging by what I saw, the young male/female ration surely cannot be 50/50. Perhaps it was the large number of girls in town on vacation (as I was told) but these were neighborhood girls. Along our drive on the Malecon, I immediately took a liking to it: a long cement wall along a rock front to the sea. It had a certain innate beauty to it and seemed like the perfect placd to go walking or better yet to go smooching with your girl. Certainly, judging by the many Cuban couples that I saw, others had the exact same idea. We found a little outdoor cafe right on the Malecon in Vedado, right by what seemed to be a market of sorts. The food was an afterthought,as I just sat, looked around and tried soaking in the fact that I was finally, truly HERE.

Then we went driving around as I wanted to get a sense of bearing, etc. I was shown the Riviera enclosure around the Malecon, the commercial area in the Vedado area which included the sight of the infamous ice cream line - a sight to be repeated each and every day that I drove by it. We drove around the bit, thru Centro and on the outskirts of Habana Vieja (old town), before parking by the Nacional Hotel. S was always very very careful about where he parked his car, almost always paying the attendant money to watch it. His livelihood, his pussy magnet, well worth it, no?

The reason we parked by the Nacional, was to go and take a look at why the Malecon was blocked off (there was some sort of a party/Carnival going on). The scene at the Carnival struck me as quite Dominican in many ways. Most of the people there were of darker skin color, and there was a lot of music being cranked at high volumes, often simultaneously. This really appealed to me and the most memorable sight was this old granma type sitting by the Victims of the Maine monument drinking a beer as three trucks parked right next to each other were each cranking a different sounding tune. Considering I was in the midst of a "how loud do you play your music" war back home with my next door miserable bitch neighbor, I really enjoyed this.

The whole scene had a very Carribean feel, with an African flavor. I think it was some kind of an Afro-centric carnival. All in all, a nice scene as we walked around, once again witht me simply trying to soak the scene in. There were many girls walking around that were clearly available, but most fell into that classic Boca Chica-ish look mode, which was not why I came to Cuba. Besides, I wasn't in pick up mode yet. This was meant to be educational. The thing that I will forever remember from that walk is the fact that as S and I were walking around, we walked by a couple of female police officers and the shorter of the two just about drilled a hole into S with her eyes as we walked by. Amazingly enough, she still bore on in as we had walked by and I turned around to check if she was still looking. Sure enough. What an invitation!! Shit.. what a great goddamn country, I thought.!!!

Where the women celebrated their sexuality, weren't afraid to display and express it. (that reminded me of the way the waitress had flirted with S. at the cafe we ate at). Why weren't these women flirting with me in that manner, you ask? Well. S. was clearly better looking and he had the advantage of Cuban looks and language skills. S, actually, is very light skinned and looks more European Spanish than anything else. Me, I was just a big and goofy looking gringo, though that also brought many looks, probably just of curiosity. There were plenty of girls available around for pick up, but it was early yet and too Boca-ish.

This was my first opportunity to form an opinion of the city of Habana itself and it was very hard to put a finger on it. On one hand, signs of deterioration of infrastructure were evident everywhere, especially in the condition of the Soviet style high-rise. At the same time, there was certain vitality also evident amognst the crumbling cement. A fascinating mix of deterioration and vitality. This was especially evident in the Vedado section of Habana, which is supposed to be the "commercial" part of town, more or less. Miramar, the part of town where I stayed at, is probably the "nicest" part of Habana, certainly in terms of housing. This is the part of town, where old spacious mansions from back i n the day still dotted the landscape among big and luscious trees. I rather enjoyed it. It was quiet and beautiful though not located in the "heart of the action" as the cases in Vedado (such as Irma's) would be. No matter, still plenty of foot traffic in Miramar and several very "active" street corners, with one VERY conveniently located merely two blocks away. From the mid-afternoon till late into the night, women of varying qualities could be found there just standing and hanging out, with no mistake as to what their intentions were (to make some dollars).

Speaking of..dollars are the currency that is now being used in Cuba, with the use of Cuban pesos restricted to some government rationed things. Otherwise, everything else is quoted and bought/sold with in US dollars. Kind of amusing, considering we're the great enemy, no? Apparently, our money doesn't quite project the same "enmity". Going back to general observations, the Cuban people certainly didn't strike me as oppressed, starved, etc. They just struck me as people trying to make do the best they could in often difficult situations. The gulf between the rich and poor is beginning to widen in Cuba, as Western goods are now fairly widely avaibale in the black market, etc, so long as one has the neccessary amount of dollars. It is really this consumerism and the desire to sample some the "better things in life" that has now driven a very significant number of girls into "jinetera-ism". The poeple in Cuba with money are the black marketeers, people in the tourist industry and property owners who rent their casas to the throngs of "touristas" who now descend on the island. Those people aren't doing that badly. The same can't be said of other Cubans, though as I mentioned, no one is starving as the govt. makes the staple foods or rice and beans, etc available at rock bottom prices. Of course, things like the health system, the educational system and those kinds of things are available gratis to all Cuban citizens.

We came back to the casa, and tired as I was, I couldn't help but fall asleep,having gotten little sleep all week as I was running on fumes and adrenaline. S showed up around 11pm as instructed and was going to let me sleep. NO WAY!

We were going out. The adrenaline kicked its way right back in. The plan was to go and check out some of the discos, excluding the Comodoro. By the time, I woke up, showered up and we made our way out, it was already past midnight. The Ipenema disco received some good reviews here, so I thought we should check that out first. I found the "scene" there somewhat mediocre, and I definitely did not like the disco's setup and music. The girls there were surely on the make, but I saw nothing too eye-catching and after several drinks, we made our way out. I think the admission was either $5 or $10. S was lucky, since I had already decided that I would pay his entrance and drinking fees, as well as any meals that we had together. We then made our way to the disco atop (I believe it was the Libre hotel) with the exposed roof, which for whatever reason escaped my attention. This place was more to my liking, though it still had a somethat stuffy feel. What did catch me eye were several of the girls, one of whom wiggled and moved her body to some of the salsa in the most unbelievable and suggestive ways, of course with a huge wicked smile on her face as whe was doing it. This, I could watch for hours, and that kind of spirited dancing (there was no "fakeness" here, these girls clearly loved to "bailar") is one of the things that I really found attractive about Cuba. We hung out here for a while, but several of the girls that I found interesting were already "taken". No loss, I decided, as there was always the Malecon.

Ah, yes, the Malecon. So much has been written about it, it invariably becomes the focal point of any Habana visit and experience. And in some ways, perhaps rightly so. Despite periodic police sweeps, as the night falls, it becomes full of girls walking around, sitting around, or standing around right by the road, hoping to catch one's attention. By now, it was already fairly late, probably near 3 am and by now the Malecon scene had quieted considerably. We drove around a few times, with nothing really catching my eye (not that things catch my eye all that easily in the first place). This was our first encounter with that famous of many famoous TSM syndromes - the Bogey hem and haw indecision syndrome. On our third cruise, just beyond the Riviera enclosure in a rather dark area, I spied something interesting. As S. stopped the car saying as he did always "do you want me to talk to her", the girl essentially just hopped into the car without saying a single word. Next thing you know she was sitting in the back seat with her arms around my neck giggling. S. smiled saying "you got a good one, she's very happy". As she was, because she obviously had a good beer buzz going :). Just the perfect amount! There was no discussion about money, in fact about anything as she just stroked my shoulders until the arrival at the casa. Then as we were walking up to the doors, she stopped me and in a giggly voice said "quarenta" (40). I was in no mood to bargain though I could've easily had her down to $30, she just struck me as so cute and amusing. She was spending the night and off to my air-conditioned boudoir of amour we went.

This was my first ever amorous encounter with a Cubana and the first thing that struck me was their love of kissing and general affection. Maybe it just her tipsy state, but that theory was destroyed in later encounters with her and others. Her ardour essentially awakened the dormant Cassanova within me and in no time I was reaching into an array of acquired (thru various means) sexual tricks to see just what made her "tick". In fact, I made the conscious decision that "ladies cum first",(or just get whipped up into a frenzy) something that in the past would usually always enrich the overall experience. I was not disappointed in adopting this strategy again in La Habana. Hell.. everything made her tick.

This one was a moaner, and a bucker. She particularly seemed to appreciate oral attention as several times I had large firm breast shoved into my mouth, not to speak of attention about a foot below. This girl was a talker, just getting me that much more into it. There is little that can possibly compare to getting in on with a sensual bucking curvaceous 22 year old (her name was Janice) that would buck, moan, while constantly whispeting shit like "si, papi"....oi, si papi".. and the ever constant "que rico", and the amusing "meme"(sp) (pronounced memeh). I later learned that "papi" is an affectionate term meaning darling, etc. (this I kinda already knew), "que rico" roughly meant "how handsome", just another acknowledgment of her pleasure. The "memeh" was the most amusing because I'd get it with a moan and big nipple. I was told me it means "suck me". LOL.. yeah, this was good, dudes. One thing to note is that I noticed that she enjoyed the Lady Godiva position (the one with the woman on top. This is not to say she didn't enjoy the others :), but it was something that proved to be somewhat of a trend in my encounters in Habana. If you go to Cuba, be prepared to get "ridden" :). The rubber came out for the penetrative stage of the good times, but it was never brought up during the oral stages, and damn she was good. I had struck gold late on the Malecon, despite impossible odds. We fell asleep, spent, both with big smiles on our faces. The next morning, around 11am, I awakened, saw all those curves curled up against me and we were soon right back at it. Though not as explosive as the previous night, it was still extremely sensual, pleasurable and enjoyable.

After we showered, I noticed she went around the room and picked up all my scattered clothing, folding it and arranging it on the furniture, as well as making the bed. So much for any "uncleanliness". In fact, since someone made such a "stink" over that issue, I will state that I went "diving" every time and not ONCE was I disappointed in any hygienic way. Several had the sweetest little muffs I've ever had the pleasure to munch on. Yeah, most were bushy, but so what? S. appeared at the previously agreed time of 12:30 and we drove Janice home (she lived down the Malecon by Habana Vieja). Her phone was broken, or non-functioning, so I asked S. to get her address, as I thought this was one should be rewarded with a "real" night out for the good times I enjoyed. I had every intention of keeping that "promise" that I made to myself.. To be continued......

Before I get going, let me say that the reason I'm putting up a bunch of non-girl picks is that I want any interested parties to get as big a "feel" for the place as possible, impossible though that may seem. I would've done the same for Thailand and Brasil, but I took along a camcorder to those places, hence the lack of similar pics (I'm sure you're all thankful:))

After dropping off my Malecon treasure at her house, my plan was fairly simple. Go, relax, and get some sun. To that end, I decided that the Hotel Copacabana (conveniently located in Miramar) would be best suited to that purpose. It's really a very nice hotel (I later learned it's $85/night) and perhaps it's even possible to sign in a guest (but only one). That would explain the large amount of Italian/Cubana couples that I observed at the pool. The pool clientele was probably 60% Italian, 35% Cuban, and 5% other. There were some very nice examples of dark skinned beauties that many of the Italians go for. Makes one wonder just why any Italian would go to Boca Chica. The pool itself was nice enough, there was also a large saltwater pool out back, but I preferred the sweet watered one. Food and drink were avaiable poolside, but I wouldn't recommend eating there, unless you're starving. Simply put, the food wasn't that good.

For whatever reason, my batteries were still running a bit low, so back at the casa, I took another nap, only to be awakened by S around 10 pm or so, so that we could proceed unto the objective for the evening, that being the (in) famous Comodoro. We got there early, and my first impression (other than the fact that I liked the layout) was that it was 8-1 girls to guys. This amazed me considering that each girl needs male company in order to get in. (Hence the phenomenon of girls latching unto your arm in order to get in, only to disappear once inside:)). I took this opportunity to get a sense/feel for the place. The quality of the looks of the girls as a group was the highest I had yet to see in Habana and it was certainly competitive, if not better than places like the Help Discotheque in Rio, not to even speak of Angel's Disco (the Nana Disco) in BKK. Perhaps the best comparison would be the Pegasus in BKK, without the Pegasus prices. The reason I say the Pegasus, is because the women of the Comodoro were decked out in evening dresses and makeup along the lines of the Pegasus women.

It was a scene that I should've enjoyed and initially I did. That's because several of the girls took an opportunity to show off their salsa dancing skills. If I have not hammered this point home yet, I will do so again. There are 3 dances every man should see: a Brasilieira samba, a Cubana salsa, and a Tunisian/Arabic woman bellydance. I have been blessed to see all three. All the salsa dances I've seen back in the US were of the couple variety but in Cuba the women need no partners. WOW!. As time passed, one could see the throngs of tourist males pour in most of them had that very stupid "I can't believe I'm in here" look on their faces, making them fast and easy prey. The mercenary aspect of the scene started to bother me in an intense way. I'm not sure why, I can guess only because I came in with a very negative mindset on what I expected to find, based on all the reports I had read on the board about the Comodoro. There were several girls that caught my eye, most notably one cutie who wore a little black dress specifically designed to leave very little to the imagination.

I decided that if I were going to have anyone there, it'd be her. In the meantime I also spied a very attractive and curvy black girl who just seemed to bump up the testosterone just the right amount. She seemed to have a headache and looked very disinterested in the entire scene. That began to change as I approached and asked her to dance. Smelling an opportunity to accumulate some foreign green currency, her disposition wondrously began to change. We had a fun time dancing, and upon sitting down after some small talk, I brought in S for some "negotiating". I think $50-60 was the range, but my mood soured when she was asked for how long. "something like 1.5-2 hours" was the reply but I could sense she didn't like the question, which sealed the decision for me. No, thanks.

I hung around a while longer, but by now my mood had really soured, though I understood it was really my shitty mindset going in. We left after some time, and my goddamn "drink card" left a hole in my pocket. They really dock you for drinks in that place ($5 mixes, $4 beer - it adds up!). On our way out I saw some guy arguing in a very heated manner about the amount on his drink card. Be very very wary!. I might as well add that in future conversations with S, I was told several other things: Unlike what some previous reports hinted at, it would be VERY unusual for a Comodoro girl to do a quickie with you and then return right back to the disco (unless in some $ emergency). One a night is the norm for them. Though some Comodoro girls do filter over to some of the other disco's such as the Ipanema, they tend to make the 'Doro their home the large majority of the time and I'd bet if one went there every night of the week, one would find the same cast of characters (though it would take a long time to go thru all!). I was also told that the Cubans that work there make a huge amount of $ by skimming of the top (some taking home $200 a night - imagine that amount of $ in Cuba! - tax-free of course!). I was finally told that despite the fact that most of the girls don't get a "date" every night - they still manage to make $5-10 a night to at least cover the cost of the entry fee. This is accomplished by a variety of scams, so beware!

Well, there's always the Malecon:). However, once again it was quite late as we ventured out and this night there was no goldmine(s). The pickings were scarce. I "settled" for an average looking black girl who simply appeared to be the "best of the little that remained". She had a nice disposition,but for the life of me I can't remember the name because it was really funky. On the way back to the casa, I saw a corner 2 blocks away teeming with chica activity and made a mental note of it as well as mentioning it to S. The bedtime activities were nice and satisfying, though the only thing worth mentioning is that this chica also took pleasure in the Lady Godiva position. Upon completion of the "festivities" I asked if she wanted to go home and she did, so off she went. I actually wanted to sleep alone that night.

The following day consisted of the same daytime Copacabana pool lounge, except that at dinnertime I met up with Martin and Bruce at their Vedado Casa.(Irma's) Irma is one wacky woman - sometimes good, sometimes bad and my advice is to take her in "small quantities" (LOL). We went off to have dinner in one of Martin's favorite paladors, but it was full, so I decided to take Bruce and Martin to what became one of mine. Located just down the road from the Copacabana hotel, the true value of this palador lay in its location- oceanfront- with tables available on the patio. The key was to get there before nightfall to enjoy what was truly a spectacular view and atmosphere(the food wasn't bad either). I would strongly reccomend that you try this palador when in Habana, just get there as the sun is going down, before it gets dark. (I don't have the exact address but can come up with it if anyone's interested, I'll just call S.)

After dinner, and a quickie rest, we all met up on the Malecon by the Riviera enclosure as Bruce decided that this had to be "Ground Zero". Who were Martin and I to argue with El Jeffe? walking around, I was accosted by a very attractive blonde who I would've been interested in except we had just gotten there!.. so off walking we went, by the Habana Cafe where Martin met a friend from a previous trip and Bruce made a friend when flashed a great smile from a petitte girl sitting immeditately outside. The girls had friends, so we all kind of tagged along to sit at the cafe by the Melecon. I was a bit restless, as the others were beginning to "couple off", while I had yet to find one that truly wanted. The hot blonde was gone, probably immediately snatched up by some other tourist. After some time, S and I left, to scan the Malecon for ourselves. Once again, I saw little to draw my attention so after some time we got into the car to go "cruising". After a few swings, I saw a little cutie wearing a pair of jean overalls who didn't at all strike me as a "pro". She told S. that she really couldn't come.. or that her girlfriend had to come with (long story, btw her and S knew each other weakly from some time back). I was amenable to a 2 hour encounter for (I think it was ) $30-40. Off we all went, even her girlfriend. The plan was for her girlfriend to wait (S. would be with her) while I and Myelin - that was her name would have some fun upstairs. Once inside the boudoir of amour, we got to talking and after the normal beginning smalltalk, she explained that this wasn't really the right way to go about the "situation". Bottom line, she didn't normally go with tourists, and she was running late coming to and or from some birthday party with her girlfriend.

She thought that I should get the proper amount of time and attention, and that the best way to accomplish that was to meet up tomorrow. "No problema, manyana", she said. Although I was horny, her earnestness, playfulness and completely non pro approach had me convinced, so I said OK, why not? I gave her some money for a taxi, she gave me her phone # with a time to call (8pm) and off she was. I was looking forward to tomorrow:). In the meantime, it was still tonight, and I wasn't about to spend it alone. This is where my observational skills came in handy. Remembering the "hot" corner 2 blocks away, I made a little walk that way (it was probably around 3 am). There I found 2 girls, one blonde and one short curvy Latina looking with a mischevious smile, both dressed in evening dresses, perhaps back from partying at El Johny's. There was little small talk here:). After establishing that I was in a casa, I asked the price, whereupon the little dark one quickly replied "trenta" (30). Feeling frisky, I asked about something "extra". The blonde kind of nervously laughed, while the brunette only flashed a wicked smile and answered "cinquenta"(50). My kind of girl:). Another Myelin, she was in Habana on vacation from some small town in the middle of Cuba, where she worked at a sugar mill. This one, despite being of only slightly above average looks more than made up for it in terms of enthusiasm. etc. A little fuckbunny in more ways than one. I had a great time and when she left, she wanted to get together "manyana", I left her S.'s phonenumber and told her to call him. The term LBFM has been used in some posts regarding to some Filipina's, it but it found it's true home here with this one. :). She will be immortalized with her "art" pose. The Cuban adventure was proceeding quite well.

I've lost interest in continuing this report in diary form, so I will try to summarize the stuff I haven't touched on yet, and accentuate some things that may have been mentioned.

Discos - This remains the place to find the best looking girls and the Comodoro in my mind kicked ass among the others. The Marina Hemingway is the "hotspot" of the moment (pic), and one can find girls there, but it isn't a "brothel/disco" like the others. You will find couples, locals and lots of hot girls with their Italian boyfriends. I would definitely recommend that it be checked out at least once. The nights might be hit/miss as to quality. One evening, I took the "pose" girl there because I figured she would enjoy it, probably never having seen a similar place (she was from the provinces). She did enjoy it.. but I did not, as I saw some unbelievable girls there.. I was in serious pain.. and stuck! However, the next time I came back, with several Tsm'ers in tow, the quality was not nearly as good. So.. hit or miss.. One thing I will NEVER forget is the sight of the girl I really really wanted shaking her tits when this Cuban style rap group was performing. (they must have had groupies.. the sight was unreal). The sight of these girls shaking in a very erotic manner was also unforgettable. That's something that anyone has to absolutely love about the Latin culture.

Some things to be seen - I would highly recommend that any visitor to Habana see the following.

1) Habana Vieja - the Old Town has scenic pleasures that are unique.. but I was told that you shouldn't eat there, cause they often have water shortages. etc etc. Simply sightseeing and walking around. This part of town also has many of the Boca Chica-ish kind of girls that prowl around. In the same area, make sure to see the Fort of Habana and the Lighthouse... Terrific sightseeing including some breathtaking views and scenery that show why Habana has been long considered a jewel of the Carribean and a world class city (pic). Bring a camera. Also, along that part of the town, some of you may be inclined to see El Capitol - the Cuban version of our Capitol building in Washington. Alongside, is the Opera Building. Some classic and great architecture...You may want to walk down the Praia which is this great and wide boulevard that beging at El Capitol and goes down to the Malecon. In fact, on my last night, I walked from El Capitolio to the Malecon, down the Malecon, thru Vedado down to Miramar. I walked the entire length of the goddamn thing, just to soak it all in and get a final lengthy "whiff" of the place. It ttok me about 1.5 hrs and was about 7 kms or so. If you like to walk.. you'll love it.
2) Be sure to check out the Habana Cafe. The food may be merely OK and somewhat pricey by Cuban standards, but it is a great place to take and impress your honey. What I really enjoyed was the show. They have nightly shows and a great atmosphere! The perfect place for some good music and culture. You may even be lucky to pick up a girl inside. Bruce did! Overall though, more of a date place rather than a pickup place. The pickup can be done immediately outside. They do have a dress code, so dress appropriately. I couldn't help but think of the scene from Godfather 2.. in Habana :). It was just.. so cool.. though it wasn't La Tropicana!

Casas and Pools - You'll have a wide variety of choices as to casas and you'll have to pick that best suits you. Idealy, I'd have to say that the casas in Vedado near the Malecon might be the best for first time guys, or Susanna's because of her English speaking skils. For my taste though, Suzanna's is way too far removed from where stuff is happening. The Cohiba pool was reported by the other guys to be magnificent, though I hung out at the Copacabana because it was closer and I was comfortable there. Expect to pay a guest fee at the pool of about $5, sometimes $10. (pic)

More "girl" thoughts and a personal experience - I loved the variety. I loved the fact that one could pick up non-pros. In fact, in one local Miramar fast food place that my guide and I visited several times..there was lots of flirting with a counter girl and the time she wasn't there.. the waiter along with our pizza, brought napkins.. except on one of them, was a note and and a number from a girl sitting at a different table!!! (pic) She wasn't a stunner or anything.. but still.. just consider the goddamn environment. It simply cannot get any better. I also found a girl who I managed to spend 3 nights and 2 days with. We found her walking with her girlfriends to El Johny's (her girlfirends were cows:)), but something about this one really struck me so we pulled over and walked over to them. She gave me a wave as we were driving by and I wanted to check her out at a close distance. Being in a no-nonsense mood, I had my guide immediately "negotiate" which really took the girl aback. I was told she responded "just like that?". This was not a pro.. she was in for vacation, having just graduated from college (she played handball and was into phys ed). The interesting thing was that she was black. Interesting, because I really wasn't planning on picking up black girls on this particular trip. ( I pick up plenty on others:))

However, there was something special and unique about this one.. call it a "feel". We had some drinks at a local cafe and then went back to my casa. What happened then is something I will always treasure and never ever forget. I had the incredible fortune of stumbling unto a girl who was completely sexually "into me", and the stuff that I did. (pic) It turned into a unique bond.. and some incredible sex. She hung out by the pool next day with me.. and said little when I said I was going out with my friends that evening and that I would call her tomorrow. I was NOT asked for any money..(though of course, I gave her some). The following day, I had to face the Spanish Inqusition.. where did you go? what did you do? you went to the disco? You had a girl, didn't you? did you???what disco?? (I was smart enough NOT to say the Comodoro, but Marina which isn't known for the putas). Anyways.. I had to steadfastly deny being with a girl, though she seemed NOT to believe me (smart girl) and I just waited and waited...to have her let the thing drop. It took a while, but she finally dropped it. as I was working on my best "lie thru your teeth while looking sincere look". In any event, the next time she brought along one of those handy calculator/translators, and we had a fun time with it, especially because it also had Polish as an option..

I would simply write stuff in Polish have her try to pronounce it and freak her out :). In any event, as I mentioned.. this thing grew in depth. It was something "more" than my typical TSM encounters. Turned out to be a great experience.. I stopped using a rubber (stupid maybe, but fuck it) and I guess my biggest jollies came as I tried to come up with new and inventive ways to drive this girl crazy... which I did! :) In fact, on our last night.. she told me that I just knew how to set off her sexual buttons, including some she didn't even know that she had. I'm not making any studly claims here.. it was simply a case of two people "connecting", and I'm sure all of you can relate. So.. I guess I was her boytoy.. but I sure as hell loved it and she was amazing.. being both gentle and a tigress all at once. Her name was Noris.. and I will never forget her.

Last - my very own first Viagra experience :) - on my last night, I treated Noris to myself on some Viagra (a little TSM gift from El Jeffe). I guess I got started late.. (it's hard keeping track of time, when you're messing around in bed). In any event, I can report that I felt literally NOTHING..(no special buzz., special blood flow..) nothing..] BUT.. when little Bogey got hard, as he usually does (btw, the Viagra didn't make me more "prone" to a hard-on, everything was as "usual"), then despite the fact that I still felt "normal" the erection was a harder and longer lasting than normal. In fact, it was the one time in my life that I got to play "porn star". What I mean by that is that my "tool" could essentially be used as a jackhammer, and I could "drill" at high intensity and speed without losing my erection or blowing a load prematurely. Noris seemd to take great delight at taking advantage of this newfound ability as I literally fucked her silly. This was the first time "I" wore someone out:). I'd recommend occasional usage!

p.s. There are lots of little tidbits, that I did not include. Howevever, give the many reports already on the place.. many are probably superflous. I also figured you guys would quickly get bored with my daily dairy. However, I will answer any at all questions that anyone may have.

Cuba - just like Thailand.. there's nothing like it. Take advantage of it... NOW! It's already getting a worldwide "buzz", and things can only get worse.