Day 2 – Sometimes you Strike Out
After having walked for a great part of the day visiting the Malecon, the Hotel Nacional, the Tryp Habana Libre, and eating at a local restaurant, where I had a good conversation with a tourist from Ireland, I had a much needed two hour nap. My friend texted me we would be going to a club called Tun Tun. We had dinner first and then went. Tun Tun was a bit dead, and we waited for a while. However, it never really picked up, and we ended up leaving. Our cab driver took us to three other clubs/bars, but it wasn’t our night. We ended up at a local bar across from the Copacabana, where we had drinks until about 4:00 AM. I went back to my hotel hoping not to strike out that night.
Day 3 – Psycho Bitch
Took a tour to Habana Vieja, which was quite nice. It is worth spending more time in this area, as there is plenty to see and take in. Got back, another two hours nap, and I had another text message. We were having dinner at Don Cangrejo and then go the club at the premises. The dinner was good and expensive, and we then went downstairs to the outdoors club. It didn’t take long to become packed, and I was scoping out the talent, looking for someone to spend the night with. This is when someone sat next to me without even asking. She was pleasant and started talking to me. I did not buy her any drinks, and did not talk much to her, expecting she would get that fact that I am not interested. She did not, and when I asked her to leave, she refused to, being quite pushy. With her there, no one else would come and sit with me, and I had to get rid of her. I gave her some money and bought her a drink if she would leave, and she reluctantly did. When leaving her seat she told she would be watching me to make sure I don’t take anyone else out, and sat not too far from me staring. Unfazed, I called a tall girl to sit next to me. When she momentarily left to go to the washroom, the psycho sat in her seat and started asking me why I lied to her, and going on and on. At this point it was enough, and my tone of voice changed. I sternly told her to get the hell out of the seat and leave. I grabbed her hand and lifted her up. Still pissed off, she left, only to sit right across from me and give me the evil eye. The other girl came back; we danced, drank and discussed prices. Now, the dinner at Don Cangrejos had run a lot higher than I expected, and I had about half what she was asking for. I haggled with her, saying it was I had. She agreed and we took separate cabs to my casa. Everything was safe with her, and it seems she was more interested in what I had to give her, going through the drawers and the dresser. I did not want her to stay too long after this, and gave her some of the Rolo chocolates I had with me before she left. She asked that I get her contact info into my phone and I did so. Before leaving she asked how I was going back to my hotel if I had no money left, and I said I would have to walk. Now, it was 5:30 am, and the streets were deserted. I could have stayed at my casa, but I preferred sleeping at the hotel. She offered to give me money for a cab, but I declined. She left and I walked back. Not a cat in sight, some areas darker, and some brighter. I slept two more hours, had breakdfast, and was ready for my 4th and last day in Havana.
Day 4 – I Do it My Way
Not having slept much during the past 3 days, and drinking quite a bit every night, was starting to get to me. This last day I was going to try and avoid what happened the night before. When we are too nice we sometimes get taken advantage of, and I was going to try something different this last night.
The usual text got to me around 7:00 PM. We were going to an outdoors club called La Cecilia. We had dinner and made our way there around 10:00 PM, when it opens. There was a huge lineup waiting to get in, and we paid two waiters to bypass the line. This did not work as well as we expected, as the guy letting people in was not in on the exchange, and he kept us waiting for a while. We eventually got in and went to the VIP tables, where we have to buy a bottle in order to sit. By midnight the place was bursting at the seams. I had already turned down several ladies that tried sitting next to me, and decided it was time to scope out the gorgeous grounds. There were so many attractive ladies that I had trouble making up my mind. I stopped to talk to someone that was with a group of friends, but she looked too young and I excused myself. On the way back to my table I saw the lady from the first night and psycho bitch. I waived both off, and set my sights on a light skinned beauty sitting by herself. We talked for a bit and she came back to my table. She thought I was a lot younger, and when I told her my age, she said I was her father’s age. I laughed and quoted Tony Soprano saying “Goodbye – that was me saying good bye to my hard on”. She had a good laugh and turned out to be a great dancer and capable of carrying an intelligent conversation. It was 3:00 AM and we discussed leaving, as I had to be ready at the lobby of my hotel at 5:30 AM for the bus to take me to the airport. This time I took her to my hotel, and she reluctantly agreed (her name is on record, and it she could be questioned by the police in the future). I paid the guest fee and off we went. She took a shower, and we fucked vigorously. I tried to control things to last a bit longer, but even in doggy she managed to pound me. She was like the Energizer bunny. We talked for a while in bed, and she told me about her life. She is in the last year of her psychology degree, and is also taking a hairdresser course as back up. As she had strong allergies and asthma, I gave her all my allergy medication, and she was quite grateful. She helped me pack, we got cleaned up and went downstairs. With this one I would repeat, and who knows, I might see her again. Goodbye Havana, until we meet again.
After having walked for a great part of the day visiting the Malecon, the Hotel Nacional, the Tryp Habana Libre, and eating at a local restaurant, where I had a good conversation with a tourist from Ireland, I had a much needed two hour nap. My friend texted me we would be going to a club called Tun Tun. We had dinner first and then went. Tun Tun was a bit dead, and we waited for a while. However, it never really picked up, and we ended up leaving. Our cab driver took us to three other clubs/bars, but it wasn’t our night. We ended up at a local bar across from the Copacabana, where we had drinks until about 4:00 AM. I went back to my hotel hoping not to strike out that night.
Day 3 – Psycho Bitch
Took a tour to Habana Vieja, which was quite nice. It is worth spending more time in this area, as there is plenty to see and take in. Got back, another two hours nap, and I had another text message. We were having dinner at Don Cangrejo and then go the club at the premises. The dinner was good and expensive, and we then went downstairs to the outdoors club. It didn’t take long to become packed, and I was scoping out the talent, looking for someone to spend the night with. This is when someone sat next to me without even asking. She was pleasant and started talking to me. I did not buy her any drinks, and did not talk much to her, expecting she would get that fact that I am not interested. She did not, and when I asked her to leave, she refused to, being quite pushy. With her there, no one else would come and sit with me, and I had to get rid of her. I gave her some money and bought her a drink if she would leave, and she reluctantly did. When leaving her seat she told she would be watching me to make sure I don’t take anyone else out, and sat not too far from me staring. Unfazed, I called a tall girl to sit next to me. When she momentarily left to go to the washroom, the psycho sat in her seat and started asking me why I lied to her, and going on and on. At this point it was enough, and my tone of voice changed. I sternly told her to get the hell out of the seat and leave. I grabbed her hand and lifted her up. Still pissed off, she left, only to sit right across from me and give me the evil eye. The other girl came back; we danced, drank and discussed prices. Now, the dinner at Don Cangrejos had run a lot higher than I expected, and I had about half what she was asking for. I haggled with her, saying it was I had. She agreed and we took separate cabs to my casa. Everything was safe with her, and it seems she was more interested in what I had to give her, going through the drawers and the dresser. I did not want her to stay too long after this, and gave her some of the Rolo chocolates I had with me before she left. She asked that I get her contact info into my phone and I did so. Before leaving she asked how I was going back to my hotel if I had no money left, and I said I would have to walk. Now, it was 5:30 am, and the streets were deserted. I could have stayed at my casa, but I preferred sleeping at the hotel. She offered to give me money for a cab, but I declined. She left and I walked back. Not a cat in sight, some areas darker, and some brighter. I slept two more hours, had breakdfast, and was ready for my 4th and last day in Havana.
Day 4 – I Do it My Way
Not having slept much during the past 3 days, and drinking quite a bit every night, was starting to get to me. This last day I was going to try and avoid what happened the night before. When we are too nice we sometimes get taken advantage of, and I was going to try something different this last night.
The usual text got to me around 7:00 PM. We were going to an outdoors club called La Cecilia. We had dinner and made our way there around 10:00 PM, when it opens. There was a huge lineup waiting to get in, and we paid two waiters to bypass the line. This did not work as well as we expected, as the guy letting people in was not in on the exchange, and he kept us waiting for a while. We eventually got in and went to the VIP tables, where we have to buy a bottle in order to sit. By midnight the place was bursting at the seams. I had already turned down several ladies that tried sitting next to me, and decided it was time to scope out the gorgeous grounds. There were so many attractive ladies that I had trouble making up my mind. I stopped to talk to someone that was with a group of friends, but she looked too young and I excused myself. On the way back to my table I saw the lady from the first night and psycho bitch. I waived both off, and set my sights on a light skinned beauty sitting by herself. We talked for a bit and she came back to my table. She thought I was a lot younger, and when I told her my age, she said I was her father’s age. I laughed and quoted Tony Soprano saying “Goodbye – that was me saying good bye to my hard on”. She had a good laugh and turned out to be a great dancer and capable of carrying an intelligent conversation. It was 3:00 AM and we discussed leaving, as I had to be ready at the lobby of my hotel at 5:30 AM for the bus to take me to the airport. This time I took her to my hotel, and she reluctantly agreed (her name is on record, and it she could be questioned by the police in the future). I paid the guest fee and off we went. She took a shower, and we fucked vigorously. I tried to control things to last a bit longer, but even in doggy she managed to pound me. She was like the Energizer bunny. We talked for a while in bed, and she told me about her life. She is in the last year of her psychology degree, and is also taking a hairdresser course as back up. As she had strong allergies and asthma, I gave her all my allergy medication, and she was quite grateful. She helped me pack, we got cleaned up and went downstairs. With this one I would repeat, and who knows, I might see her again. Goodbye Havana, until we meet again.
