Saludos! Especially to those who shared info with me before leaving to Cuba.
Spent two weeks touring the island and had a great time-although I would have to say that hobbying was not the focus of the trip, mostly because of the company I was keeping but also to be honest Cuba itself is not super conducive to easy mongering. The focus of the trip was to tour the island and to get to experience Cuban sights, culture and people. I would have preferred to stay a month or two rather than two weeks. The reason for this being that transportation was sometimes a pain in the ass. Renting a car, perhaps with a driver would have been the best option instead of sometimes taking the Viazul and others taking a cab between cities.
I was surprised at the degree to which Cubans are scared and repressed by the state. There were many times that both men and women opened up and shared with me how difficult their lives were and indeed just talking to foreigners could land them in a great deal of trouble, from merely being hassled by the authorities to being taken to jail.
And these weren't just the jineteros but everyday Cubans. Once the rum starts pouring the truth follows. I found Cubans to be very happy on the outside but inside there is a great deal of sadness and frustration-which that being said does not prevent them from loving to party and fully enjoying life whenever the opportunity presents itself.
The people, all colours from black to white and all shades between, as well as both men and women exude a passion and sexiness about them to an extent that I have not seen in any other Latin country (granted I have not been to Brazil). The women are confident of their female sexuality and love to flirt and move those hips-when they walk down the street they want you to notice how sexy they are.' Piropeos' or kind of cat calls seem to be well received and even expected.
I spent the first three days in old Havana, where I decided to stay for the sheer atmosphere of the place, just walking around and soaking up the city. It was completely safe at all times-because it was basically a police state with cops everywhere. I noticed that outside of bars women were afraid to even look me in the eye, except for the hard core putas which I wasn't interested in (not that there’s anything the matter with had core putas, I love them all, just not interested at this time) . I met a few girls in some of the bars who were working but I was mostly interested in the music and rum and just having a good time.
It wasn’t till we went to Casa de la Musica that I saw what it was all about. There were hundreds of gorgeous women, I mean these were truly beautiful and all of them seemed to be super friendly. I’d say 90% were working, but discretely. I made a few friends, bought some drinks and got some numbers. This place puts the Del Rey in San Jose to shame, the women were just all really really pretty. BUT even while in there a couple of times while talking the girls would suddenly say they had to take a walk as plane clothes cops were nearby.
I was interested in seeing one girl and she explained the procedure of her leaving then me following her to a casa, etc blah blah. Although she was super hot I wasn’t interested in that kind of hassle so just had a good time and decided to call the numbers the next afternoon.
Next day I could only find two of the numbers and neither of them were working (I discovered this would be a common thing, the girls don’t have money to buy time)
Not wanting to have to wait till midnight till the Casa opened the next night I took in a matinee which was again full of stunning young women (it was students day). By the way the music on both occasions was shite, some modern big production dancing show, more MTV style than Cuban. The girls at the early show were still friendly but for the most part not working. I did manage to befriend a super sweet blond 19 year old that after much talk and drinking and pretending not to be working agreed to go with me for a couple of hours to a casa for 50 CUC. Perhaps she wasn’t working or wasn’t used to working in the Centro because we had to search down a Casa, paid 15 for the room and did the her- follow- me routine which to be honest put me off of the whole experience. Yeah the sex was good but not great, she had a super hard body and the nicest little pink pussy but I didn’t like the flow of it all.
I had the address of another girl, this one 18. She didn’t have a cell-good sign of not being too pro-but said she was staying with her aunt and uncle. The next day I had an enjoyable walk exploring the back streets of Vieja Habana till I found her address. However, I could not bring myself to knock on the door, this well dressed older (I mean older compared to her!) Canadian knocking and asking for an 18 year old girl, I just felt too much like a creep. Later on in the trip perhaps I would have felt comfortable as I came to realise that it would not have been a problem at all, but with all the fear I had felt from the girls and all the cops it just felt too weird at the time.
We managed to tour our way down to Camaguey and back with stops in Cienfuegos, Trinidad and Santa Clara, finishing up the last few days in Pinar del Rio and the last night in Veradero.
I got lucky in Camaguey with a hot morena clara, 19, that I met late afternoon at Caribe Cafe and a young mom, 24 that I met at the popular disco. Both gave knock out performances and money was not discussed before hand. The scene there was a bit easier and relaxed with the highest amount of pretty women on the streets, not afraid to flirt and once again much more open behind closed doors (and observing eyes) at the disco.
Also met a very pretty 22 year old, looked like a typical Spanish girl, dark hair and piercing eyes for 2 nights in Pinar. Thankfully this was at the only Casa Particular that had no problem with chicas.
By the way Veradero does have Casa Particulares now, the law was changed in October and I saw at least 4 around the town. For my last night I met some Canadians who were trying to get with a hustler who was promising some girls in nearby Colon so I helped them out with my Spanish and joined them for the trip. It was kind of fun driving through dark streets in a huge old Ford till we pull up to some old house and run inside to meet three once again very hot young women who were willing to provide some great sex to perfect strangers in the middle of the night.
Would I return to Cuba? This is what I’ve been asking myself, because I didn’t have the chance to fully explore both the island and the women, because of the circumstances of my trip. I’m mulling that one over. I loved the experience and the women are out of this world sexy. Cuban women seem to truly enjoy sex and have a high degree of passion, like I mean really intense, on fire perhaps more so that other Latinas that I have experienced. But what holds me back is the hassle factor. I would imagine that if you don’t speak Spanish going to Cuba just for hobbying would be a bit of a difficult time.
Spent two weeks touring the island and had a great time-although I would have to say that hobbying was not the focus of the trip, mostly because of the company I was keeping but also to be honest Cuba itself is not super conducive to easy mongering. The focus of the trip was to tour the island and to get to experience Cuban sights, culture and people. I would have preferred to stay a month or two rather than two weeks. The reason for this being that transportation was sometimes a pain in the ass. Renting a car, perhaps with a driver would have been the best option instead of sometimes taking the Viazul and others taking a cab between cities.
I was surprised at the degree to which Cubans are scared and repressed by the state. There were many times that both men and women opened up and shared with me how difficult their lives were and indeed just talking to foreigners could land them in a great deal of trouble, from merely being hassled by the authorities to being taken to jail.
And these weren't just the jineteros but everyday Cubans. Once the rum starts pouring the truth follows. I found Cubans to be very happy on the outside but inside there is a great deal of sadness and frustration-which that being said does not prevent them from loving to party and fully enjoying life whenever the opportunity presents itself.
The people, all colours from black to white and all shades between, as well as both men and women exude a passion and sexiness about them to an extent that I have not seen in any other Latin country (granted I have not been to Brazil). The women are confident of their female sexuality and love to flirt and move those hips-when they walk down the street they want you to notice how sexy they are.' Piropeos' or kind of cat calls seem to be well received and even expected.
I spent the first three days in old Havana, where I decided to stay for the sheer atmosphere of the place, just walking around and soaking up the city. It was completely safe at all times-because it was basically a police state with cops everywhere. I noticed that outside of bars women were afraid to even look me in the eye, except for the hard core putas which I wasn't interested in (not that there’s anything the matter with had core putas, I love them all, just not interested at this time) . I met a few girls in some of the bars who were working but I was mostly interested in the music and rum and just having a good time.
It wasn’t till we went to Casa de la Musica that I saw what it was all about. There were hundreds of gorgeous women, I mean these were truly beautiful and all of them seemed to be super friendly. I’d say 90% were working, but discretely. I made a few friends, bought some drinks and got some numbers. This place puts the Del Rey in San Jose to shame, the women were just all really really pretty. BUT even while in there a couple of times while talking the girls would suddenly say they had to take a walk as plane clothes cops were nearby.
I was interested in seeing one girl and she explained the procedure of her leaving then me following her to a casa, etc blah blah. Although she was super hot I wasn’t interested in that kind of hassle so just had a good time and decided to call the numbers the next afternoon.
Next day I could only find two of the numbers and neither of them were working (I discovered this would be a common thing, the girls don’t have money to buy time)
Not wanting to have to wait till midnight till the Casa opened the next night I took in a matinee which was again full of stunning young women (it was students day). By the way the music on both occasions was shite, some modern big production dancing show, more MTV style than Cuban. The girls at the early show were still friendly but for the most part not working. I did manage to befriend a super sweet blond 19 year old that after much talk and drinking and pretending not to be working agreed to go with me for a couple of hours to a casa for 50 CUC. Perhaps she wasn’t working or wasn’t used to working in the Centro because we had to search down a Casa, paid 15 for the room and did the her- follow- me routine which to be honest put me off of the whole experience. Yeah the sex was good but not great, she had a super hard body and the nicest little pink pussy but I didn’t like the flow of it all.
I had the address of another girl, this one 18. She didn’t have a cell-good sign of not being too pro-but said she was staying with her aunt and uncle. The next day I had an enjoyable walk exploring the back streets of Vieja Habana till I found her address. However, I could not bring myself to knock on the door, this well dressed older (I mean older compared to her!) Canadian knocking and asking for an 18 year old girl, I just felt too much like a creep. Later on in the trip perhaps I would have felt comfortable as I came to realise that it would not have been a problem at all, but with all the fear I had felt from the girls and all the cops it just felt too weird at the time.
We managed to tour our way down to Camaguey and back with stops in Cienfuegos, Trinidad and Santa Clara, finishing up the last few days in Pinar del Rio and the last night in Veradero.
I got lucky in Camaguey with a hot morena clara, 19, that I met late afternoon at Caribe Cafe and a young mom, 24 that I met at the popular disco. Both gave knock out performances and money was not discussed before hand. The scene there was a bit easier and relaxed with the highest amount of pretty women on the streets, not afraid to flirt and once again much more open behind closed doors (and observing eyes) at the disco.
Also met a very pretty 22 year old, looked like a typical Spanish girl, dark hair and piercing eyes for 2 nights in Pinar. Thankfully this was at the only Casa Particular that had no problem with chicas.
By the way Veradero does have Casa Particulares now, the law was changed in October and I saw at least 4 around the town. For my last night I met some Canadians who were trying to get with a hustler who was promising some girls in nearby Colon so I helped them out with my Spanish and joined them for the trip. It was kind of fun driving through dark streets in a huge old Ford till we pull up to some old house and run inside to meet three once again very hot young women who were willing to provide some great sex to perfect strangers in the middle of the night.
Would I return to Cuba? This is what I’ve been asking myself, because I didn’t have the chance to fully explore both the island and the women, because of the circumstances of my trip. I’m mulling that one over. I loved the experience and the women are out of this world sexy. Cuban women seem to truly enjoy sex and have a high degree of passion, like I mean really intense, on fire perhaps more so that other Latinas that I have experienced. But what holds me back is the hassle factor. I would imagine that if you don’t speak Spanish going to Cuba just for hobbying would be a bit of a difficult time.
