CUBA TRIP REPORT ...
by JAG
9/16/98
This is my second trip to Habana; my first being a quick 3 day jaunt in March of
this year. A report of this trip and photos are archived. Much of this report will
deal with one jinetera named Yurkania who also was a large part of this report. If
you find her story interesting you may wish to glance at the archived (Cuba report
by Jag/photos Jag 1) as it will tie things together. On with my report:
Eight days (Sun-Mon) Since my March trip very few days went by without me thinking
about how Yurkania is doing. She was a new comer to the Habana scene who I met at
Playa del Este. On this return trip I brought photos of her in hopes that a tout
or other jinetera may recognize her. My interest in finding her was more to see how
she was doing rather than a sexual desire. Rolando Torres (friend and private driver)
felt that the odds of finding her were very poor- "needle in a haystack".
"Chicas move around-return tho provinces to see family, ect" I kne
w he was right,
but decided to make it a side interest during my one week stay. Every so often when
a tout would grab me I would whip out her photo and say: "estoy buscando por
esta muchacha. Has visto ella?"
Sun: Flew in from Cancun. Had a wonderful time last night with two beauties
from Chilly Willys till 4:30 am last night, so I am beat. Checked into Capri, tied
up with Rolando, found a nice casa for the next 5 nights. Cruised La Rampa. The weather
was kind of drizzly but I tied up with a real cutie around 11:00 in front of the
disco across from Libre (sorry no photos). Her name was Yeremis (age 19) and she
would end up being in the top three as far as sex was concerned. $30 for 3-4hrs plus
she was first in line to make selection from my "tienda" gift supply which
was huge. I live in northern USA and all summer items are on clearance. I brought
down a ton of nice stuff. At least seven complete outfits, 20 pr panties, 15 pieces
of jewelry, make up galore, perfume, sunglasses, spandex, ect. Anything that would
put a smile on a face -I had two of. I got her address and had every intention of
looking her up later in the week, but never did get around to it.
Mon: Weather bad for playa so cruised Habana Vieja where I met "THE SISTERS"
(Nena-18 and Liessel-19 ) (SEE PHOTOS 1 & 3)
in front of El Patio cafe. Nena is probably the cutest chica I had ever seen. Hair
to her b
utt,
beautiful smile (which she continually adorns). Her sister was quite beautiful as
well. The three of us walked and talked for an hour and finally Liessel and I headed
to my casa for amor. I made arrangements with Nena that I would pick her up at the
El Patio the next afternoon at 2:00. Sis was a real sweetheart and had no problem
with the mandatory BBBJ. She too was impressed with my tienda and was anxious for
us to get together again tomorrow. I reminded her that I already had a date with
her sister. She smiled and assured me that Nena will be prompt.
That evening I decided to head back to Habana Vieja and ended up meeting another
pair of sisters who called me over to their table. Both were university students;
one in dance and the other math. I bought them dinner at Paris cafe and took a liking
to the dancer whom I figured would be the most energetic and limber in bed. (SEE
PHOTO2) I was correct as she turned out to be Numero Uno as far
as the nasty is concerned for the whole trip. She also was extremely intelligent
speaking excellent english. I could just tell I was with a 140+ IQ. She too wanted
to get together tomorrow: "lo siento-pero no es posible"
Tues: I was early for my rendezvous with Nena and met a group of three cuties
right in front of El Patio looking for action (all three meeting my standards). I
assured them that if my novia didn't show up one of them would be my new novia. As
Nena approaches my table on schedule I wink at the threesome in waiting and they
all giggle and blow me a kiss. (God I love this country!) I soon forgot all about
those three as I am mesmerized by Nena's smile and eyes (PHOTO3).
We spend all afternoon in my casa doing the deed. I wanted her to spend the night
but she insisted she had to return home. She did however want to go to the beach
with me tomorrow and try out the new bathing suit she chose from my tienda. I got
her address and assured her I would take her if weather permitted. Put her in a taxi
and now time for a nap.
Around 10:00 I get up and walk down the Malecon 2 blks to the park in front of Riviera/Cohiba
hotels. It it full of chicas of every variety. I sat on a bench with Kati (age 18)
(SEE PHOTO 4) and along comes two musicians who want to play
us a song. I say sure and we are treated to 3-4 wonderful Cuban songs. These guys
were really talented. I gave them a $5 and they were very grateful. Kati by now was
all cuddles and giggles so off we went to the casa for the night. Sex with her was
a close second to the dancer. I was really tempted to keep Kati for a few days, but
in the morning I put her in a taxi and called Rolando for the day at the beach.
Wed: First real nice day and I am anxious to head to Playa
del Este and check out town of Guanabo. Little did I know that this would end
up being one of the craziest days of my life. I had thought maybe of stopping by
and picking up Nena (GOD that girl is cute), but decided against it thinking something
new is always fun. Rolando assures me there will be no problem finding company. I
also think that this may be the best chance (as small as it may be) of running into
Yurkania. On my March trip Rolando introduced my to "Hiran" who is in charge
of all the restaurant/cabanas up and down the beach. I had tipped him well then and
now have a NY Yankee cap for him that he requested. I felt he may recognize Yurk's
pic or point me in the right direction. When we found Hiran he remembered me right
away and gives me a big smile and High Five. When I pull out the NY cap we immediately
fall into the VIP category with private table and open tab. I showed him Yurkania's
photo-he shook his head and said that he remembers her and I together that day very
well-but he has not seen her since. I look around and see no less than 200 chicas
and tourist scatted up and down the beach ) and realize that my search will probably
be in vain.
As I walk up and down the beach scanning all the 8 & 9s I am actually looking
for that 7 or 8 with potential. (the diamond in the rough) By now I already have
had a great trip from a sex point of view- now I wanted to recapture that feeling
Yurkania gave me last March. It didn't take long before I spotted exactly what I
was looking for (photos cousins on the Beach 6). What made me
chose her was her ratted bathing suit and sweet smile sitting in the sand without
a towel and all her belongings in a plastic bag. After asking permission to join
them I knew this was going to be fun. Leci (one with headphones) was the one I was
after. Her cousin was actually quite a bit better looking and had a nicer body-but
Leci had the look in her eye I wanted. They looked at my Yurkania pics and said they
had never seen her. They too were new to Habana from Holquin. Within the hour Leci
and I were exchanging tongues and frolicking in the water.
This is what is so amazing about the Cuban Chica. They make you feel like you are
their lover and friend so quickly. It has to be more than just good acting. I think
that once they feel comfortable with you-they too want to experience the wonderment
of romance and falling in love. Maybe some of you Cuba experts can give me a hand
at figuring this one out-I sure can't.
After a long day of music, ice cream, beer, pop, swimming -- we head back to our
cabana table and make plans for departure. A fat old Italian was hitting on Leci's
cousin, but she turned him down. I was planning on having Rolando drop the cousin
off on the way back to my casa with Leci. She had agreed to go to dinner with me
tonight and was nothing but smiles.
I left the cousins at the table and went to the bar to pay the tab and say good bye/thanks
to Hiran. I kept my money in the photo bag and as I was pulling it out a chica at
the counter ask if she could take a look at them. I explained she was an old novia
I was looking for. I could tell from her nodding that she thinks she knows this muchacha.
Pretty soon 3-4 other chicas are grabbing the photos and heads are all bobbing up
and down. I then tell the one that I will give her $10 to bring her to me and this
almost starts a riot. Chicas are grabbing the photos and running out the door in
all directions. I look across the room at sweet Leci and see tears starting to form
in her eyes. She knows exactly what is happening. As I am walking towards her to
explain, Yurkania runs in and flies into my arms. Chicas are crying all over the
place including my Leci. She is being comforted by her cousin whose cold eyes are
stabbing me with contempt. (HOW DID I GET INTO THIS MESS!!!!!!)
I know that decisiveness here is important. I pulled Yurkania
aside and ask if she was free to leave with me and did she want to leave with me.
She was now starting to understand that the girl crying in the corner was my chica
and of course now starts crying herself.
REALITY CHECK TIME:: I am a middle aged (40+) and nobody has ever confused me with
Tom Cruise. How can two 18 & 19 year old cuties be crying their eyes out over
the likes of me--"Toto-I don't think we are in Kansas any more!!"
I couldn't have written a better script for this grade B love triangle /romance--and
it was sure playing well to the crowd. As a rule I hate being the center of attention
and here I am center stage. There are now no less than 20 chicas (half with wet eyes)
waiting for my next move. With the help of trusty Rolando I apologize to Leci for
her embarrassment. I assured her that I was truly falling in love with her, but that
Yurkania had taken a part of my heart in March and I needed to be with 
her now. I gave her my beach towel,
Nike cap, sunglasses, $20 and a respectful kiss on the cheek. Her eyes told me that
she understood, Her cousin's eyes were not as forgiving.
During the next 3 days I will hear Yurkania recant this story
of reunion a dozen times in detail. How I paid $10 for her bounty (this really impressed
the chicas). Each time she would scowl at me when she explains "and he was with
another chica" followed by a glow and kiss on my cheek "but he chose Me".
THIS IS HOW IT WENT DOWN --I SWEAR! I am a gambler and respect the laws of probability/odds
for occurrence. I was less than 3 minutes away from walking out the door with Leci
while Yurkania had to be sitting somewhere within 300 ft of where we were sitting
all that time. She states this was the first day she has been to the beach in 2 weeks
and when she does come she has no set place she hangs out (the beach is miles long)
The odds of my finding her this day and this way have to be extremely high. I cannot
help but think some other force played a part in it. I was meant to find her, pure
and simple.
That late afternoon Rolando drove us to my casa where we showered, made love and
became reacquainted. She asked me when I was leaving and for some reason I lied and
said Saturday. I felt that it would be easier to to change my plans and spend longer
time with her than the reverse. It did not take long before Yurkania found where
all my regalos (presents) were kept. I still had tons of stuff. Halter tops, shorts,
dresses (formal/casual), jewelry--the previous chicas barely put a dent in the supply.
I really enjoyed just laying in bed watching her try every piece on and seeing how
happy she was.
At about 11:00pm she grabs my arm and says she wants to introduce me to her tia (aunt)
and cousins with whom she lives. I assumed they lived near Paseo Prado where I dropped
her sister off in March, but was I ever wrong. They had moved to a huge multi highrise
housing project about 10 miles east of town towards playa del este. When we arrived
at this housing project "Alomar" it was pitch black. The project has been
without electricity for 2-3 days. It was spooky seeing all these people just sitting
around talking in the complete dark. We wal
ked up a path to her aunt's apartment (luckily it was on
the ground floor of a 15 story building) once inside I sensed there were about 5-6
people in the room but I could not see two feet in front of me. He aunt, 2 cousins,
2nd cousins and family friend were just sitting in the complete dark talking.
After 15 minutes of talking without seeing any faces someone found a candle. Her
apartment was very simple and clean. One of her cousins was obviously visually/mentally
handicapped. Many times during the last six months I wondered how Yurkania lived
and now I was finding out. When we left 1/2 hr later Yurk placed $20 in her aunts
hand and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Her aunt looked at me and thanked me. She
than invited us to dinner tomorrow night.
Thurs: This day we laid around, made love and shopped. Yurk needed new shoes.
I asked her what happened to the two pair I bought her last March and she said her
sister took the tennis shoes and a friend need the dress shoes for the discos. We
also drove to the absolute poorest part of Habana to visit another aunt and cousins.
This aunt was only 27 and actually very pretty. She had two children and lived in
a shanty town with dirt floor and corrugated tin roof. Yurkania made me wait 5 minutes
before calling me to the house to allow her aunt time to straighten things up. Again
their was the slipping of a $20 into her aunts hand while departing. I wish I had
my camera to share with you that scene.
Rolando tells me that all people in Cuba need dollars and can not live on the communist
allotment. Some are fortunate enough to have a car to hire out such as he. Others
have a room in their apartment the can rent as a casa particular. Some family's are
blessed with having a daughter/neice that is capable of attracting a tourist. Some
Jinetera have up to 10 family members they support.
On a walk down Paseo Prado Yurkania met a tout who looked like any of the hundreds
of touts who have been pestering me all week. It is her high school mathematics teacher
from back in Guantanimo. Yurkania treated her teacher with great respect when introducing
us. He has only been in Havana for three days. When I ask him if Yurkania was a good
student he replied that she was extremely smart. This made Yurkania smile with pride,
but it was something I already knew. She wrote a letter to her aunt/sister right
there in the park. He knew someone who was leaving for back home in two days who
would take it with him. This time I palmed the teacher $5 and thanked him for being
such a good teacher to Yurkania. I told him I knew things were difficult for everyone
in Guantanimo and wished him luck in Habana. That night we returned to Alomar where
Yurkania made me spaghetti which was absolutely awful. I ate it all.
Fri: Today we decided to go back to the beach. Yurkania wanted to see her
friends and tell them about her gifts. I think she also just wanted to show me off
as the melodrama that played center stage a few days ago made her kind of famous.
It turns out that little sweety knows hundreds of people and she really was having
a good time flirting with me in front of everybody - and then recanting the story
of our reunion. Later that evening we got dressed up and went to Johnies disco where
we ran into many of her friends again who were from the beach.
When we got home from the disco she wanted to help me pack as I am leaving (so she
thinks) tomorrow. During my 2 1/2 days with her I feel I have gotten to know a little
better what her life is all about. I mentioned in the beginning my main interest
in finding Yurkania was to make sure she was alright. I knew now that she was indeed
well established and settled in. She has many friends and is part of a large support
network. A big concern I still had, however, was Yurkania's health. During my March
visit and throughout this visit we have used no condoms. I use
them faithfully elsewhere, but
with Yurkania I could not. I knew the coming conversation was going to be painful
to her as well as me, While we were packing she asked if I would have $35 for here
family when I left. I sat her down on the bed and told her that I would have $200
for her family, but she must give me a promise. When I told her the promise was for
her to use a condom every time - she broke into tears and left the room. I don't
know if there was a tactful way of discussing this. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything
at all, but I did - and that is what happened. I put the $200 in her purse but she
would not look at me nor did she thank me. She just continued to look out the window
and cry.
That night we did not make love, but just cuddled. I am not sure either of us slept.
In the morning Rolando picked us up and we took Yurkania home to Alomar. During the
ride out she was affectionate, but said little. When we pulled into the housing project
she explained she must act more proper. She did not want to have neighbors see her
being fondled and kissed. Rolando helped her with her gifts to her door while I stayed
in the car. She came back to the car and asked Rolando to interpret. She said calmly
and in control; almost matter of factly: "Don't worry about me- I will be alright.
When you come back I want you to come to Guantanimo with me to meet my family and
to see where I grew up.
You are the nicest man I have ever met and I will keep my promise to you"
With that she gave me a respectful kiss on the cheek and simply walked away. For
some reason I was expecting more, exactly what I don't know. I felt very empty. Rolando
assured me that I had made Yurkania very happy, but I was not so sure. On the way
back to Habana I noted the dozens of chicas thumbing their way to the beach; some
pretty, some not. I asked Rolando to take me to Suzannas where I was to move in and
meet up with TSMer Jefe John.
It was noon now and John was still in his room recuperating from a late nighter with
a six footer her met at Marina Hemingway. When he finally emerges at around 1:00
we introduce ourselves as we have only met via e-mail. I immediately know we will
be friends. He had plans on taking his 6 footer to the beach today, but I tried to
explain that I could no longer go there for fear of being castrated by Yurkania or
one of her friends. It was getting late so he decided to blow off that idea. I suggested
we take a taxi to Habana Vieja and check things out. This was his first trip to Cuba
and even I the neophyte could possibly show him a few things.
We stopped at the Paris Cafe where John got a bite to eat. Outside the door was a
cutey trying to help a tricycle taxi find customers. I could tell she was more than
just a tout. I really liked her face, but we passed her by with only a smile and
headed toward the park. Pretty soon I see the sisters (Nena & Liessel) sitting
on a window sill. They give us a big smile and Hola! I introduced John to the sisters
and we take a seat next to them. I could tell John liked what we stumbled across
and assured him that Liessel had a great personality to match her good looks. We
offer them a drink and they take us on a long walk to a bar/cafe near Prado. It just
happens to be around the corner from their apartment. When they find they cannot
finish their sandwiches we buy them, I suggest they rap it up and run it home to
their aunt and cousins. (I am sure that was the whole purpose for taking us to that
particular restaurant in the first place) We then went back to Suzannas for an afternoon
of love. I had a great time in the shower helping Nena wash her hair. Did I mention
it went to her butt (Photo butt 3) That evening we take them to a wonderful palador
near Suzanna's and then to the Impenima disco.
Sun: We wake up and Suzanna made us a wonderful breakfast. The sisters have
been fun keeping together . John and I have the whole house to ourselves. We decide
to take them shopping for a few essentials and then spend the afternoon at the Copacobana
swimming pool. It was our intention they would spend that night with us as well.
We had a very nice afternoon, but both John and I could feel the kisses were becoming
a little less frequent and hot. We agreed it was time to take them home and find
something new for this evening. Besides we were suppose to look up Miami Dave.
When I toldNena I was taking her home I think she was surprised.
In her doorway she did give a nice departing kiss and smile. She requested I be sure
to find her when I return. I know there was no hard feelings.
John and I picked up Miami Dave and went to dinner, then the three of us took off
hunting. This was my last night and they were gracious enough to let me take first
pick. Along the Malecon in front of Riviera I think I spot miss right. I jump out
of the car and never do tie up with them again until later that evening at Suzannas.
The chica that made me leap from a moving automobile did not appeal to me once I
got up close and personal. That was no problem because the park across the street
was just full of chicas. I quickly meet a sweetheart from Camaquey. When John returns
to Suzannas with his pick it is a coincidence that she too is from Camaquey and a
friend of my date. Again a night of smiles and giggles. ( My date told me when I
met her that she could spend most the night, but needed to leave around 4:30. Her
aunt was flying in at 7:00 am and the two need to look for and apt. that they could
live together in. Her aunt is 31 and will be having a
n operation within the month.
Around 3:30 we were just lying in bed chatting when she reminded me that she needs to go soon. I slapped her butt and told her to spin over for one last nasty. She was very obliging, but I could see not really into it. No sooner did I get started when I realize this just is not necessary. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!! The final hour was spent going through my personal things for anything that may be useful to her. (Shampoo, deodorant, scissors, sewing kit, watch, tape player, ect.) In eight hours I will be back in Cancun where my credit and cash cards can get me anything I need.
Monday morning Rolando, Miami Dave and Jefe John drop me off at the airport and then
head to the beach. I gave Rolando my Seiko pocket interpreter with a spare battery.
He speaks good english, but is still struggling with grammar. I also gave him $100
($50 for his family and $50 for Yurkania). I asked him to watch out for Yurkania
and to give her a little money once in awhile; not all of it at once. He said he
would do that and I know he will.
A REQUEST TO ALL CUBA TRAVELERS:
Please use Rolando's services as I know he will be helpful and fair. Do not ask him
to locate Yurkania for your pleasure. He knows how much I care for her and I would
not want him to think I am sending men her way. He is not a pimp and is actually
quite religeous. When he invited me to his home he took pride showing me where he
keeps and reads his bible. If you encounter Yurkania on your own please be kind and
generous. Do not mention that I have written of her "and for God's sake do not
post anything about her. If I were to see a post concerning her it would rip my
guts out"
JAG
Extras ...
Entry: No problem with passport stamp. I place $3 and not "por favor-no marca mi pasaporte Muchas Gracias" I received a "thank you and No Problema" both coming and going. This is also where they ask where you are staying and can they see your hotel voucher. I just flashed my one day voucher at hotel Capri and they waived me through. I am convinced this is how to do it. One night hotel, breakfast, and transfer is only $40 above air only thru Divermex. Ask for Amira. (011/52-98/84-50-05 or Divermex@cancun.com.mx Not only does this solve the voucher problem (If you don't have one they can make you buy 3 nights on the spot at no where near this rate) but it also gives you a secure place to home base until you can locate a casa you like.
The next stop is luggage pick up and Customs. Don't be the first bunch through. The five waiting inspectors grab the first and do a detailed search. If all are busy searching luggage advance to this station and chances are you will be waived thru. If not stall at the luggage belt as though you are waiting for another piece until all are busy. (No need to try and explain gross of condoms and vibrator ect.)
Once checked in I contacted (friend and private driver) Rolando Torres. Since my March post many Tsmers have used his services and he is very greatful. If not available by telephone (70-2925) he may be found infront of Capri which is his turf. He rents an extension line from the man upstairs so if you don't speak good spanish it may be a little confusing when you call. Rolando speaks english. He is extremely fair in what he charges which is more based in how much gas he burns that time. (exp: 6-8 hrs beach/back dinner, store, chica house, dinner total $25) Cab to and from beach alone would cost $25. He waits for you and is always there to help. (tell him his friend Jim sent you)
IMHO: Where to stay (and I have looked at over 25 casas) - If Susannas (537/81-1670) is available take it. I was oringinally worried about location and privacy but that really is no problem. As far as location goes it is minutes to anywhere you want to be. If you are with another TSMer to share taxi or have a private car it is great. After 8:00 Susanna hides in her private apt out back and you could probably parade a circus act to your room undetected. I spent my first 5 nights at a nice casa near the Melacon, but the owner is not comfortable about me sharing details on the net.
Where to find Chicas: Stay away from discos. They don't start until 11:30. Difficult to tell if that pretty face has a heart. Poor lighting and spandex can hide alot of sin. (There are however some beautiful women that work that circut) Best: Ipanema 2nd Best: Jonnies
1) Cathedral/el Patio in old Habana-afternoon/evening
2) Other parks in old Habana and around Paseo Prado
3) Playa del Este in front of Tropicoco (weather permitting)
4) Park in front of Riviera/Cohiba after 8:00 P.M
This in a nut shell are my suggestions. Have a safe trip and remember to be kind and generous. I will have a very detailed private report coming hopefully with linking photos. I too met a pair of sisters. One is the cutest chica I have ever seen and I have the photos to prove it. Jefe John will agree I am sure.
Jag
