One nice afternoon I saw a good-looking negra sat in front of the hairdressers. The hairdresser waved me in. My hair needed cutting anyway so I went in and told him what I wanted: Three millimetres were to be left on my nut, ok, they were very people nice there. One of them wanted to swap his old straw hat for my baseball cap, ha-ha; I paid two dollars for the trim. During the cutting, the hairdresser wanted to get me off with the hen, but this wasn’t necessary at all, I was already arranging things myself. We take a few photos (she’s the red one). We then went out for a drink, a Mojito, but she had to go to school and didn’t want her friends to see her with me, Ok, I’m an old bastard. We arrange to meet at the same place at seven in the evening.

So far so good. Outside on the street, I noticed a young chica, quite thin, tarted up, the slag type I would say, bitch type, my type!! She noticed my glance from the other side of the road and came over. I told her that I had a date that day and didn’t have any time, but we could meet the next day, came to an agreement, same place at four.

The hen from the hairdressers arrived on time. We went to my Casa where I called Pedro, he was to register her. BTW, Pedro hat told me to ALWAYS register ALL hens with him, better for me, better for him, Ok; she didn’t have a carnet (ID card) with her. So this was starting to stink already, in Cuba, everyone has their ID with them, unless a tourist or under 18 years of age. The chica wanted to go home and get her carnet, asked me if I could give her a bit of cash for the taxi.

I gave her a dollar, she asked if she could have two because one would not be enough, I only had five in small change – and handed them over to her. Another lesson learned. The five bucks were gone of course. I should have put her in a taxi, and paid when she had returned, I’m a lot wiser now, that won’t happen to me again. Hope it doesn’t happen to you!! What a pity, I was really looking forward to a screw with the chick. Bye bye.