I was still in a good mood, so I set of down town. That’s where I met Jacqueline. Actually, I had only wanted to get myself a bite to eat, but I didn’t really know where. She told me she knew of a good private restaurant (Paladar), she would show me where to find it, Ok, why not. It was two minutes away from the Casa Granda by taxi. The restaurant was really very good, so good, that I visited it quite often. Jacqueline had earned herself a meal and wanted to try out king prawns, they weren’t available so I let her chose something else. I tried everything except for crustaceans (doesn’t bother me).

Everything was fantastic; I tried pork, chicken, lamb, and fish. First of all, they served a very good salad; there were even avocados with it. Together with the meal, there were fried bananas with rice and beans such as is normal all over Cuba. As I said, very good and not too expensive. A meal costs about seven or eight dollars, only the meat costs about ten. There were always a few beers/refreshments with the meal. We will take a look at a few more photos later on.

After the meal, I went down town to meet up with… the bitch! I met her exactly in front of the entrance to the Casa Granda. I didn’t mess around and went straight up to her and said “Tiene Tiempo” (have you time?), took her by the hand without waiting for an answer, and dragged her into the CG. Jacqueline laughed. All the same, one could tell that she had had hopes of earning a few dollars. The evening had been saved; well that’s what I though.

She wasn’t all that good looking, but I really was wanting to get stuck into her. She was just so nicely tarted up like a teenager and very thin. Ok, she had a little bit in front and behind, but the arms and legs were anorexic, just as I like it. Apart from that, she was a real bitch. We had barely reached the Casa before she just spread herself out. She took a good look at everything, and also new how to use everything. Others have constraints or are shy when they are somewhere where they haven’t been before, not that that’s what I needed. She was completely the opposite.

I opened my suitcase to let her try something on; stupidly enough I forgot to close it again. She really got stuck in; after all, it’s not every day that one has a suitcase full of presents where one is obviously allowed to help oneself! So, she packed herself a bag full of presents. I let her take a certain amount; if she had been well behaved, she would have got the stuff anyway.

Actually we were in quite a good mood, at first we had wanted to go down to the Las Americas disco, she just wanted a quick shower and then get herself ready. It was pissing it down outside, that’s why I ordered a taxi for an hour later. Of course that didn’t work out, he arrived, but I was busy and had to send him away after giving him a couple of dollars. The action wasn’t all that bad; she gave me a decent blowjob, then the good old in and out game. Suddenly I realised that my prick was bleeding! At first I thought she had bleeding gums, but no, she had bitten into my prick.

It didn’t hurt all that much, but did bleed quite a lot. I dabbed it of with my underpants until the bleeding had stopped. Somehow, she had bitten a bit off the tip of my cock, of course not on purpose. Nevertheless, believe me I had had enough. I told her that the evening had come to an end for the both of us, so we got dressed, and I gave her five dollars, which she promptly turned down with it not being enough. I then kept the five dollars and she didn’t get any presents either. Outside I told her she could go down to the disco; I was going to nip off down town. I offered her the five bucks again, because I’m a nice person. This time she accepted knowing that there wouldn’t be any more. Bye b…

What was wrong??? Was it my fault?? I was slowly but surely getting a bit frustrated! I was starting to have a bit more understanding for Schang, who had flown back home early after spending a week in Havana. I started to realise what the sentence “everything is different in Cuba” could mean. I think I had walked about the town during the night (what can one do – nothing), and then went to bed, alone. La Iris, dead. Casa Granda, dead as from eleven at the latest. Tres Cientos, in general only a place for couples (entrance fee). Las Americas, no fear. La Maison, dead as a doornail. Cespedes, nothing going on. La Klaquetta, is really nothing at all. The street, not much happening their either, I wasn’t in the right mood for that sort of thing anyway.

I started to get bored. I had to remind myself about my good intentions to make the most of things. I wanted to start with the museum, what a waste!!! Thank God that both the lads were turning up soon.