So, Don Gringo tells me he is planning another trip to Cuba and asks if I want to join him. Like asking a thirsty man if he wants a glass of water in my book, especially after hearing about and seeing countless photos and videos of “Nipple Girl, BTG, Adriana and others”. We plan our visit for a Thursday to a Monday so we can catch the weekend activities. Also turns out our friends will be there renting a private expensive home and we are invited to join them for a fiesta. I started packing two weeks in advance. As a result, I took way too many of all the wrong kinds of clothes. More later on what to bring (and what not to).

HD and I are communicating almost daily. I get the tickets from the US to our point of entry. He gets them to Havana. We discuss the game plan and how we will enter. Since he is a Havana vet, I am following all of his advice. The plan is that I will drive to his place, spend the night; we will drive to our departing airport on Thursday morning and be off to Heavana. Works for me!

Armed with a wad of cash in various denominations, a carry-on full of gifts and camera equipment, a brief case to carry a PC to a friend and anxious anticipation of visiting the Island for the first time, without sanction, I set out for a three hour drive to HD’s place. (I went to the Island once before on sanctioned business with a former company. I was met at the airport, accompanied to my hotel, met with people for dinner, went to bed….alone, had a meeting the next morning and went straight back to the airport) Wouldn’t call that a “trip” in my vernacular.

Upon arrival at HD’s place we immediately went to a local, very upscale gentlemans club full of naked 8’s, 9’s, and a 9.5 or two. HD is well known by the management and staff and we are ushered to a very desirable table close to the action. This is not good for my libido as you can only look and can’t touch. I don’t even remember what we ate but it was good as well as rather expensive. I recall thinking about the sessions I could have had with that money in Heavana. Oh well, that’s what credit cards are for. The Cuban Romeo and Juliettas we smoked after dinner primed the pump of what was in store for the next few days. (BTW, HD is a true cigar aficionado) The beers we had helped with anticipated sleep but not as much as the samplings of Havana Club Rum (3 year, 7 year and 12 year) at HD’s. Best nightcap (s) I have had in a long time. That stuff is really smooth.

We did make a short stop by a local adult store to buy a couple of Pocket Rockets. Armed with three for the price of one (stupid clerk) we head back to HD’s. (and we left them in the car the next day. I thought he had them, he thought I did.)

As I sip on some 7 year rum while reading your posts, the reflection back on this trip brings a smile to my face. Good seeing you there brother. Let's do it again soon!

HD- It is already on the calendar and I can't wait.

I guess that working in a local adult store is not exactly rocket science.

I am looking forward to reading the meat of this epic report.

You picked up on that "3" for the price of "1" goof eh?