Before continuing my wicked Thailand-reports I feel I should do something to improve my battered image so I mail today a report from one
of my last years trips to Cuba.
I had heard amazing stories about the carnival of Santiago d.C. so I really wanted to find out myself what' true about it.
The carnival took place in 2006 from July 21 to26th.So I flew into Holguin where I had ordered my rent-a-car.My jumbo-size suitcase was full with nice things Cuban girls open their mouth and legs for,like bras,string-tangas,tops, jeans,shoes,sundries,parfumes,etc. all bought in Thailand or China.Otherwhere you can show that stuff at the most at the parish fair of Fladdabister or Vorkuta but in Cuba you are the king.The only problem is to get that all through th customs because they have a 100% duty on all what you bring in and that might make things expensive.Try to explain a custom officer that you wear lace-pants and high heel shoes - it wont work.
Holguin is a sleepy small airport with a few flights a day and the custom officers are not overburded with work, so they have all time on earth to search you through.But as more or less experienced Cuba-traveller I just waited to get the right person in front of me when passing through controls.My big suitcase made already three turns on the band before I found the right people.Two Mulattas coming back from Germany with a lot of baggage,obviously full with gifts and purchases.The two girls didn't really look like nuns,not hard to guess what profession they were in and it looked as their business had gone well.I walked in their wake and as foreseen the whole customer-crew went on them.The female officers searched their dress,the males studied the girls and their underwear and I passed by with a friendly "buenas tardes".
The car I had ordered ,or better the one I got,turned out to be the smallest shoebox tha Hunday is producing - I could not even strech my legs (and I am not king-size) but funnywise I got no pain in my back during all the 4000 km I did in these 4 weeks.Driving in a Daimler-Benz I get a problem latest after two hours.
Arriving in Santiago with the last glimmer of daylight-it's really not wise to drve in Cuba in the dark - it was the first day of the carnival.
My casa was ready, shower,shave and straight into the action.
Each barrio has it's own area,a major street closed for traffic with numerous wooden shags,food stalls and platforms for the bands or the enormous loudspeakers.Beer is pouring out straight from tankcars-looks more like selling gasoline-people push and fight to get a filling,every type of container is used - cans normally seen for gasoline,plastic bottles with tops cut -off,preserving jars,some plastic pots are sold there from which I never would drink a drop.The only pot I have not seen was a piss-pot but I cannot exclude that there were none.
Eardefeading music,people dancing with the rum-bottle in one hand,the other hand at the partner's ass - that's carnival in Santiago!
I tried to find my way through the crowd,the few seats around the shags were hopeless occupied but I was as remarkable as a five meter heap of shit on a green lawn and I did not get far before two girls waved me to sit down at their table.Showing already some effect of the half-emptied rum-bottle in their hand they pushed me to drink with them.It would not pour this stuff into my lawnmover,the repair might be too expensive.I drank a lot in my life but I never rtied gasoline, but I suppose it was not too far from that.Cubans must really be a robust nation - keep that in mind Mr.Bush!
It burned like hell all the way down to my stomach but the girls girls tongues eased my pain.
They were two collegues, one turned out to be a gymnastics teacher,that promised some acrobatics.
With common efforts we soon made the rest of the bottle,I took the teacher and went home.
There was not much talking not because of my spanish is that bad but this does not mean that you understand the Cubans-to their spanish you really have get used to.Without further small talk she undressed and went for a shower.I carefully locked my suitecase with my money inside (believe me I know why-Cuban amateurs may turn out sometimes much more expensive than luxury prostitutes elsewhere) and self service is the most common way in the everydays life of a Cuban.
The frist thing she did coming back was to get down on her knees -but not for thanking Santa Maria del Cobre for the wonderful guy she sent her - no!-she tarted a deep BBBJ.
Learning how to suck a dick seems to be a major topic in Cubas elementary shools,they all blow like goddesses - at least I believe goddesses must do it that way.
I didn't disturb her for a while, I dont remember having ever been so deep in a throat -
then I found it was time for a photo-session.
She showed all what she had except her face, what I could fully understand.If such photos get into wrong hands it might not promote her career.She knelt down and bowed back opening her ass as wide as she could,then opened her pussy,that's how a gynecologist must see it,hopefully not that horny as I was.
After the pice we went through every position once more before I blew off my load.
Early morning she had to leave,I gave her 1 T-shirt,1 string-tanga and 10 CUC for the "taxi" - she looked highly satified (also with the presents).
Carnival really started well.
As the action goes around the clock I went back in the early afternoon again.
The gasstation of Cuba -Petrol was a refuge in all that bustle, aircon inside and a drinkable beer.People who went ther had convertible pesos, so the girls going there were open for that.
I run into 3 sisters,all 3 good looking,all 3 at the least parttime prostitutes.I took the yougest one (21) payed their bill and went back to my casa.
Maria my landlady knew me from my previous visit half a year ago, so she was not wondering at all,just took the ID-card for the time the girl was inside and wished good luck or was it fuck?
The same story like the day before,no small talk,hardcore sex and and a BBBJ as good as ever.
After a few hours of good sex I opened my suitcase and let the girl choose out a few things.I had some difficulties to limt her choice otherwise my whole collection would have been gone and I had another 26 days ahead.
I met this girl a few times more but didn't keep her name, she had one of the unusual names you find just in Cuba.
The last time I saw her she was working as a street whore on C.San Raffael in Havanna.
After two nights of drinking and sex I found it was time for a break.
I drove out to the famous beach of Siboney (maybe some of you remember the song done by Mario Lanza or Frank Sinatra).
There foreigners are a rare commodity as well.
I was not too long lying in the sun when a prettty young girl aproached me and asked for a light, which as a non- smoker I didn't have.But she didn't mind at all and told me she just wanted to get in touch with me.
Well, -no break - no beach - no sun - but fun.
Back again to my casa,she told me she was nineteen ,so far so good.
But she had no ID-card and Maria was suspicious that she was younger,but finally let her in-but for a few hours only! Well who needs more?
The body was perfect as a young body can be,the pussy carefully shaved (no matter of course in Cuba) except a small strip running upwards.
I got half crazy,started licking her all over,her tight asshole,her labia ,her legs down to her toes and back- I really was out of my mind.
Then this little goddess took my cock and led it to her mouth,scratched my balls while giving me a deep and soft BJ.Maybe she was slightly underaged (what means underaged?)but experienced like a pig-bay's veteran.After she had sucked me almost to insanity she sat down on me.I was so horny that I even forgot about the condome.We had a crazy magnificent barefuck but at least the tiny rest of my brain still in function made me get out before it was too late.
I am quite sure that this litle bitch would not have minded getting pregnant from a sugar daddy.
Next day same story again,no ID card again.
Instead she sugested to go together to the office of the interior ministery and let our relation officially register,this would avoid any problem.
The hell I would do.
On the way back my car was stopped by police.When the office asked for her ID (which usually makes the girls totally frightened) she just laughed at him and told him her name,asking if if knew her father.Obviously he did,saluted and we went.Then she toldme that her daddy was a high ranking police officer in the Santiago district. I was not sure if that was good for me or not.
The last day I took her home once more and she suddendly had an ID-card!
But the date of birth therein didn't make Maria really happy - and for me it got time to travel on.

good report about cuba Jodler. some good pics would have made a bigger impression.

Jodler,

Nice report. Thanks for posting and sharing. I agree with The happy monger that photos would have been nice, even the non= facial ones.

I was in S Santiago de Cuba a few years back but not during the Carnival. The girls were a bit "darker" on average than what I really like but then again I was only there a few days. I was wondering if you might share with your readers the make up of the girls in the Carnival crowds as to their looks.


Cheers,


Cubanut

Hei Guys !! What is the best way, or how can I travel to Cuba from the States ?? (I know our shiity government still keeps that fuckin Embargo alive so )
I live in Chicago, do I have to go to mexico city and then Cuba ?? or what ?
any info appreciated ..

I think many of us gringos with no legal permission to go to Cuba, enter via the Bahamas

"do I have to go to mexico city and then Cuba ?? or what?"

No I believe you could go to any number of mexican cities and from there fly directly to cuba. Some examples Cancun, Merida, Monterrey etc.

you can go to cuba through canada, just do not let them stamp your passport.

Hey Happy Monger,

You are lucky to live in Chicago. Just drive a few miles north to Canada for a direct flight to Cuba.

The cannuks do not honor the USA embargo and
Cuba is a really popular snowbird destination.

As for me, I will wait until a year or two after Fidel kicks the bucket and new leadership settles in before considering that island.

Sorry friends having no pics,the reason why:
I have deleted all my pics after printing them out as at this time I was not CH member and didnt think about writing a report. I have a scanner in my office but I cannot expect my secretary to scan my photo -prints in - she is a witness of Jehova and might leave her job right away - but apart from that most of the pics are even to sharp for this thread, for future reports I will make(a few) decent photos.
The reason why I went via Mexico City was because I had a Star- Alliance round the world ticket and I could only use member-airlines.

Finally found a cd with pics from Cuba, but unfortun ately dont remember the names ,just the location. Mailing pics to photos@clubhombre.com

What happened to the photos?

Long lost missing photos...just found...

Photos: Havana Viejo 01 02

Photo: Santiago A 03

Photo: Santiago B 04

Photos: Xmas Child 05 06

Photos: 18yo Mama 07 08

Photo: Havana Girl A 09

Photos: Havana Girl B 10 11 12 13