During the evening we were wanting to get down to the carnival, at last!!! In the meantime, La Baron had been celebrating in advance. First of all he showed us where one could get a good bite to eat, afterwards we joined the crowd. To tell the truth, I didn’t think all that much of the event. It’s mainly a huge piss up, sometimes one hears of free-for-all punch ups, but we didn’t get mixed up in one of those. There are wooden shacks every few metres (stupidly enough, I had not taken any photos of these). Stood inside of them is a large barrel full of beer.

The beer is delivered by tanker, everyone brings their own “glass” with them, the glasses are mainly plastic coke bottles with the top half removed. We didn’t try it out, didn’t look very appetizing. We decided to carry on drinking Cristal. We had a bite to eat in some sort of a tent, it was more of a sort of a cordoned off area with sunshades.

The food was very good, we drank Ron and Cristal. Got into a conversation with a few Cubis (of course, once again I was only listening). A few coppers wanted to invite us to a bottle of Ron, we turned the offer down. I took stacks of photos of the carnival; I mainly held the camera above my head and took photos of the crowd.

Although the other two had warned me not to, I tried the pork rolls, they really were very good – and I was very hungry, I stuffed eight of the things down my throat, nothing happened, were all clean. One wouldn’t think so though after watching them make the things. Apart from that, they tried to rip me off as well. The rolls are freshly filled, and when not being watched, the bloke took some of the meat back out by hiding the roll behind the pig. I complained with success, oh yeah, one also has to demand ones change, (25c). Cuba…

Yeah yeah, Y does have a good heart ) let me go without a single complaint. As already mentioned, she spoke next to no English, but she did give me one thing for the journey:

“This is Cuba. Nothing is possible!!!”

This so heart refreshing form of a slightly modified motto of all Cubans, was our slogan for the rest of our holidays.

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The next day, breakfast as normal in the CG. A Mojito, a bottle of water, and a sandwich with cheese and ham (forget it, was just to fill my stomach). Carlos saw me and invited himself to a drink, Ok, why not? He’s only a poor bastard anyway, just like myself. Suddenly I had a yearning for Y. I let Carlos know, but I didn’t have here address. I ask Carlos if he could find her for me? He answered, “Don’t worry, no problem”. And:

“That’s Cuba, nothing is impossible!” 

He knows which school she attends. The only really stupid thing is that today is Saturday or Sunday. However, we drive down there anyway; he gets out alone intending to ask her teacher but can’t find him. Suddenly I remembered that Carlos had registered her at his place! So, off we go, and indeed, he did have her address. She lives a bit out of town so I drive down there with Carlos. I could see her at a distance waggling her backside, what a girl!! We catch up with her and Carlos opens the rear door.

She recognised Carlos first, and then me, she smiles and gets in without saying a word. Once again we held hands whilst on our way to the CG. We have a drink and I give Carlos five dollars. I took her down to the Casa; tell her I would like to spend a few days with her. She asked me, “Why me?” Ask me whether I would dump again, whether she could believe me this time. Twenty minutes later she new the truth…

We had a lovely evening. First of all in the Paladar, then down town.

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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.

Anyway, after a couple of minutes one thing became clear to me: I wanted Y again!! I took her with me to the CG, had a drink and things became clear, I stayed with her for my last few days on the Island, which turned out to be a very good Idea. We had a lot of really good fun, everything just slotted into place, and she satisfied all my needs. What sort of highlights had I had with women in Santiago, to be quite truthful, forget it.

The reunion party was quite nice.

Down the Palada again during the evening. Bye the way, the address is:

Colonial Rent Rooms
Bartolome Masso (San Basilio)
No. 125 e/ Padre Pico y t. Rey
(53-226) 62 2538

It’s possible to get a room there, but is not all that recommendable because it is very close to the outdoor restaurant.

I like my hens very crispy, tarted up and nothing underneath. I like it when they show me their pussy on demand, not mattering where we are at that moment. In the taxi, in the Paladar, everywhere, had to get changed again in the Casa…

During the last evening in the Casa I had a bit more stress with her. I can’t remember what the reason was, but she was getting a bit bitchy, I told her to piss off, she had asked for it anyway. Only as the situation was becoming a little serious (she was standing in the entrance with her handbag), she decided to change her mind. Suddenly she was just as she used to be. I let her get down on her knees and give me a blowjob. When I am feeling good, I sometimes have the habit of really stretching myself, reaching the full extent when lying in bed. Now with me being in my room, and with her on her knees in front of me, I felt pretty good.

I stretched myself up to the ceiling, supported myself on her. Unfortunately, I had forgotten that the ceiling fan was on full blast, there was quite an impact. At first I wasn’t sure whether my finger was just broken or had actually been chopped off, it turned out that it wasn’t that bad at all, there was only a tiny bit of skin missing. A quick plaster then back to the programme…

Back down to the Rapido, had a pizza. Wasn’t that simple for her to climb onto the bike without a pair of knickers on, but she did seem to enjoy it.

The final evening, load of crap again, but was unavoidable, he came, Carlos was really getting on my wick, he seemed to think that I wanted a fucked up final evening up with his presence. Those who are freshly in love should be left alone, is that not right? I had to more or less make it clear to him that he wasn’t wanted, but it was his own fault. Y and I went down to the “300” actually I liked this place best. Well cooled, nobody chats you up, friendly service, mainly live music (no band), now and again some woman sings.

Entrance fee is one dollar, drinks are a dollar each as well, the drinks we had anyway: Beer, refrescos, coctails. Y is not very easy to please, I had to let her know what is what again, you can see her on the first picture crying. I fear it wasn’t the pains of saying farewell. For some reason or other, she started whining loudly as we were outside on the street. I let her know that I didn’t like that sort of thing. After a few minutes, everything was all right again. Woe be those who let the hens get their own way all the time.

She really got going in the taxi. Have I already told you that she gave me a blowjob in the hire car on the way to the beach (Mariachi and the Baron were sat in the front, we were in the back)? Even got my end away quickly, was quite nice. But now we were in great form. A little bit pissed, and in a good mood. God, did she make me feel horny with her shaved twat. She couldn’t keep her hands to herself, was always groping around – and now in the taxi with nothing on underneath, she got my thing out and started to blow.

The taxi driver pretended that he hadn’t realised what was going on. Both the rear windows are wound down. Now she made things come true, with a sly smile, she pulled her latex mini up and got on top! The taxi driver (illegal taxi) pretends to be bored. I watched him for a while, it seemed to me that he really didn’t take a look in the mirror. After a few minutes she wound the windows up, the taxi driver became the order to drive around for a while, great! It took about ten minutes. Instead of the two bucks agreed upon, I gave the taxi driver four. One cannot complain.

In the Casa, as horny as we were, things really got going. I love her…

To finish off with, I gave her the works back in the Casa, we had discussed for a long time now where the final shot should land… Guess where )) Here a few pics for the hard core group, Y did well here, or what do you think?