This is how I got to know “my” Negra. I was sitting in Casa Granda together with Carlos; suddenly it started to chuck it down. A few people who had been having a bite to eat in the square and a few passers by took shelter under the CG, directly beneath the terrace, that’s when I noticed her. Had been discussing things with Carlos for some time about which one would be Ok for me. Then I said, “Wow, her over there!!” She was just crossing the road with a group of other hens. Carlos made it quite clear what he wanted, he champed with pointed lips loudly which is quite normal for Cuba, clicked his tongue such as dog owners do in Germany. In addition to this, he made an audible Kssss…. Kssss!! This at first I found embarrassing, but everyone else around us seemed to find it quite normal. One of the hens looked up, it was the wrong one, Carlos then just pointed his finger at her.

He nipped down stairs, three minutes later she was sat at my table! Let’s call her Y. Maybe we will encounter her a few times…. She didn’t speak a word of English, which meant that Carlos had to do the translating work. She was obviously, which was to be confirmed later on, not a “professional”. Carlos had seen her with a tourist before, but she hadn’t been sitting down the Cespedes on the game. She was 21 years of age, I had guessed, like all other chicas, that she was older. As an old Asian, one is a bit spoilt. I was wanting her already, at first she was a little shy.

The next day, two hardened lads arrived from the Dominican Republic!!! We didn’t know each other personally; we only knew each other from telephone calls and E- mails. I must say, I had made a good choice  ;-)  couldn’t have been any better at all… El Mariachi and Le Baron got down to work straight away.

They showed a Cuba newbie the ropes!! First of all, I had a bit of learning to do:

“This is Cuba, everything is possible!” 

Ok, amongst ourselves, I had heard the saying or somewhat similar before…

Down to the CG in the afternoon, sipped a Mojito and talked. Didn’t take any time at all before the two of them started chatting up a load of hens and made arrangements for one or the other date. During the evening we went down the “Tres Cientos” (“300”). I took a few stylish photos with my camera. The sex tourist is an aesthete.

Mariachi and I now stopped in the house in the city, the Baron down at Pedro’s. During the next few days, we took a taxi down to the beach and painted the area red. No skirt was safe when the two young greenhorns were about. I of course, was spoken for.

“The great Grubert stayed caught up with his first spouse!”

I had to listen to a comment or two, but good sex with a good hen was more important to me than going hunting. That’s what it’s always like with me. Mariachi speaks quite good Spanish, the Baron nearly perfecto! Both of them really got stuck in…