Loso in Havana - Overview & Conclusions
[b][color=green][size=5]Timing[/size][/color][/b]
I was in Havana:
September 19 - October 3 (14 nights)
[b][color=green][size=5]Statistics[/size][/color][/b]
During my 14-day stay in Havana, I had:
ST: 22
LT: 0
Girls: 20
[b][color=green][size=5]Two Faces[/size][/color][/b]
My visit to Havana had 2 distinct faces. During the first week, I encountered a lot of dead fish. Only 4 out of 11 girls were really good. The second week, I had nothing but winners – 9 in a row!
Was it just the luck of the draw? Or did I fuck all the most hardcore pros during the first week and encountered mostly semi-pros the second week?
If I’d only spent a week there, Havana would have been thrashed in my report. These are entries from my diary from the first week:
- Cubanas are only interested in what they get out of the deal (money, regalos). They’re not at all concerned with customer satisfaction.
- Cubanas spend a lot of time begging for regalos, fixing their hair...But when it comes to fucking...their friend is waiting.
While those statements retain an element of truth, my opinion of Cubanas was tempered by great experiences during the second week.
[b][color=green][size=5]Walking Tour[/size][/color][/b]
During my two week stay in Havana, I walked the same route every day...again and again and again:
- From my casa on Calle 17, I walked to La Rampa.
* Sometimes I’d head up to the Hotel Habana Libre and check out Coppelia ice cream.
* Other times, I would head straight for the Malécon.
- I walked along the Malécon as far as the Castillo de San Salvador.
* Sometimes I walked along the Malécon.
* Other times, I would walk the other side of the street, checking out the cafeterias.
* At times, I also checked out the back streets, where some of the chicas live or hide from the police.
* On many occasions, I crossed the street when a chica caught my eye.
- A lot of the time, I wouldn’t walk any further than the castle. Other times, I would continue my walking tour.
* I turned right before the castle, and headed for Prado.
* I walked the length of Prado, continuing to the Hotel Inglaterra.
* I checked out the Parque Nacional and some of the side streets, including Obispo and San Rafael.
Hours and hours of walking...every day...for 2 weeks. Even if Havana is a truly beautiful city, whose architecture and 60s atmosphere captivate regular tourists, walking the same beat every day soon becomes a drag.
Hunting for chicas in Havana isn’t much fun...but walking the route I described will eventually reap rewards...and that’s why I stuck at it.
[b][color=green][size=5]Clubs[/size][/color][/b]
There are quite a few clubs on La Rampa, but my dancing shoes got little wear in Havana. I visited Tikoa once, but the chica I danced with was not a “puta barata”. On my sole visit to Karabali Club/Club Amor, there were few unattached girls and when I went to the Las Vegas Club late one night, it was dead.
The clubs on La Rampa also have matinees on weekends. Since the cover charge is low, they attract huge crowds. People are often queuing outside. I tried to talk to a few chicas outside the clubs, but they were waiting for their Cuban boyfriend.
On my final night in Havana, I visited Club 70s at the Hotel Deauville with Betty and had a great time. I recognized a few chicas from the Malécon, but there were also quite a few chicas I’d never seen before. Some of them were pretty hot.
I never made it to the Casa de la Musica, even though I scouted the location one afternoon.
Since discos are my favorite scene and since I love to dance, it’s surprising I spent so little time in the clubs. I often had the intention of hitting a club, but it was always “after my next ST”. And by the time I was ready to go out again, it was too late.
Having a Dominicana rub her ass and pussy against my dick for hours was a blast. After my experiences in the DR, I should have gone clubbing in Havana a lot more often. It may not get me more chicas, but I’d definitely have more fun.
[b][color=green][size=5]Police Hassle[/size][/color][/b]
A lot is written on the boards about the police hassle in Cuba, but I expected it to be a lot worse than it actually was.
Some of the chicas along the Malécon couldn’t talk to me while the police were around. Others told me the police were their friends...as long as they paid them off.
When you meet a chica, you can’t walk her to your casa. The girls I met on La Rampa did walk to my casa, but at a discrete distance. With the other chicas, I had to take a taxi. But getting into a taxi together was no issue. And smuggling the chica into my casa was no problem whatsoever.
By the way, there are undercover cops as well. As I was sitting down outside a cafetaria, some guys tells me to get up. Unless you actually have the authority to stop me, Loso does as he pleases, so I reply: “Tu es policía?” He showed me his badge!
Anyway, the main result of the crackdown seems to be that a lot of regular Cubanas are afraid to even talk to a foreigner. One day, as I was crossing the street, I said “Hola” to a cute blonde who was hitching a ride. As soon as she found out I was an extranjero, she stepped a couple of paces away from me.
According to my good friend Mariachi, who used to love Cuba, but stopped visiting his favorite hunting ground after the crackdown, almost every girl he met wanted to be his novia. They stuck to him like glue, fucked him silly & were heart-broken when he cut them loose.
These days, only hardcore pros and intrepid semi-pros seem to be willing to take the risks associated with P4P in Cuba. Only one chica even mentioned the word “novia” (Betty). And once they’d extracted my leche, they couldn’t wait to get out...
[b][color=green][size=5]Chicas Cubanas[/size][/color][/b]
[b][color=blue][size=4]Price[/size][/color][/b]
The standard price for a ST seems to be 30 CUC. I got some chicas for as little as 20 CUC and also paid 40 CUC on a few occasions.
[b][color=blue][size=4]Regalos[/size][/color][/b]
As on every trip, I was carrying a whole collection of sexy outfits for the photo shoot. In other countries, girls often ask me for the pictures (I burn them a CD), but they hardly ever ask for the actual clothes.
The Cubanas were all begging me for my outfits, even though most of them would be totally inappropriate in a country like Cuba. After just a few days, I was sick and tired of them begging for regalos, and stopped showing them my collection.
Even then, many girls still asked if I had any regalos. I told them I didn’t have any and quickly changed the subject...
[b][color=blue][size=4]Variety[/size][/color][/b]
Cuba offers immense ethnic variety. You’ll encounter blanca blue-eyed blondes (usually fake), typical Latinas with a golden tan, as well as chicas that are black as night.
There is absolutely no racism in Cuba, where mixed couples seem to be the norm, rather than the exception. And racial mixes can produce creatures of extraordinary beauty.
[b][color=blue][size=4]Unique Cuban Style[/size][/color][/b]
When a Cubana rides your dick cowgirl-style, she won’t be resting her knees on the bed, like the girls in most other countries. She’ll be squatting with her feet on the bed, and really dancing on your dick. Not only is this uniquely Cuban style visually appealing, it also feels pretty damn good.
BTW, some chicas may actually spin around while sitting on your dick. Que vista!
[b][color=green][size=5]Chulos[/size][/color][/b]
[b]I consider pimps to be the lowest life form on earth. I rate them just below cockroaches and avoid them like the plague.[/b]
Unfortunately, almost every jinatera in Cuba seems to have a fucking chulo. Maybe that’s partly due to the crackdown, as girls walking alone will attract police attention. In some cases, the chicas’ chaperones look decidedly gay. But in most cases, they’re the girls’ boyfriends. Bertha referred to Maria’s chulo as her ”marido”. A euphemism or the simple truth?
When I met Dayana, there was no chulo in sight. At my casa, she was proud to tell me she didn’t have or want a chulo. But the next day, I saw her with him. And when she noticed that I spotted her...she tried to hide.
A lot of Cuban couples hang out by the Malécon at night. But the fact that a chica has company does not necessarily mean that she’s not available. If you’re interested in a chica, smile at her, stare at her...make sure that she or someone around her has noticed your interest. If she’s available, they’ll let you know...
Always talk directly to the chica and refuse to negotiate with anyone else, especially her chulo. There were a few occasions when the fucking pimp wouldn’t let me talk to the chica and quoted me ridiculous prices. I yelled a whole lot of insults at the worthless piece of trash, invariable ending with “You little prick!” and the accompanying hand gesture.
One night, when I met Maria (who I’d already fucked twice) along the Malécon, she asked me for a beer. We walked over to a shop, where I bought us both a beer. Maria walked back to the Malécon and offered the beer to her chulo. Needless to say, I snatched the beer out of her hand and threw it in the sea. But this incident clearly indicated where her allegiances lie...
You’ll often see a girl walking with her chulo. He’ll have a beer in his hand. She won’t. A lot of the jinateras wear the same outfit day-in day-out, even though they make plenty of money. In every country I’ve ever been to, the hoes spend a fortune on clothes. Not in Cuba...the money goes to the fucking pimps.
Even though the locals treat them like shit, most Cubanas only seem to be interested in foreigners to make a quick buck. Then they hurry back to that good-for-nothing macho piece of shit who supposedly loves her...the utter stupidity of these girls!
And those damn chulos are probably also the main reason why I spent every one of my 14 nights in Havana sleeping alone. Their chulo was waiting at home...
[b][color=green][size=5]Miscellaneous[/size][/color][/b]
[b][color=blue][size=4]Jinatero Experiment[/size][/color][/b]
I talk to chicas. I talk to fellow mongers. But as a general rule, I never talk to local guys when I travel. There’s absolutely nothing they can do for me...
One night in Havana, I made an exception to that rule. Jinatero Jorge started talking to me on La Rampa & spoke good English. He wanted me to take a stroll along the Malécon. Since I was heading that way anyway, I walked along with him, just to see what his game would be. We walked all along the Malécon, then on to Prado before he finally found what he was looking for – two chicas without a chulo. He wanted a fiesta where we could both fuck both of the girls (for 20 CUC and a 3.85 CUC bottle of rum).
Not a bad deal at all! And the girls seemed enthusiastic, as one of them wanted to suck my dick right there on Prado. Nevertheless, Jorge didn’t get the free pussy he was looking for.
[b][color=blue][size=4]Newbies[/size][/color][/b]
I meet 2 English guys at Vista Alegre. They were staying at the Hotel Deauville on a package tour, couldn’t speak a word of Spanish and were totally clueless. They were sitting at a table with 4 girls and were generous enough to pick up their 30 CUC tab. They each picked a girl and got into a taxi to a casa particular. One guy finally declined. The other guy paid 50 CUC for the girl and another 20 CUC for the casa. Newbies!
[b][color=blue][size=4]Gay Scene[/size][/color][/b]
One day, I spotted 2 chicas along the Malécon. They looked good from a distance, but from up close...something was wrong. I didn’t know Cuba had ladyboys, but there are plenty of them around. The main gay area is on the Malécon, across from La Rampa.
[b][color=green][size=5]Final Words[/size][/color][/b]
On the one hand, Cuba is cheap to get to & has some quality poon available at relatively cheap prices. And if you meet the right girls, the service can be pretty amazing.
On the other hand, I hated the begging for regalos & don’t like to spend the night alone. But most of all, I can’t stand fucking pimps!
The verdict on Havana is still out...
Loso