In Search of Decent Debauchery in a Marxist police state
Carousing about a barrio in the shadows of the monumental Riviera Hotel in Havana snorting cocaine,drinking rum,and setting a preyful eye on the young chica sitting on the bed next to me.
Approximately thirty hours earlier I was sitting with coldharvest,Gopi,and Bobby Donuts at the EconoLodge Pub on Airport Rd. in Toronto.
One myth instantly busted....yes,you can score drugs in Cuba even though there are police at almost every corner. Capitalism flourishes!....but don't get caught.
Chica,chica,chica....and more chica.
Need your own personal pimp? If you are a gringo stand on any street and voila,your own personal pimp appears out of thin air....kind of like having your own personal Jesus?
There has been a brutal crackdown on prostitution and has been ratcheted up by Raul because he must show he's strong....like viagra. So,in order to have sex with la chica you must make 'arrangements'. That means renting a room of a house of a friend of la chica. This costs in the range of twenty to thirty pesos and you must be prepared to fuck with an audience listening in the next room,children included.....but apparently this is 'normal'. Cuban women love to fuck regardless of this.
In one of these lovely fuck dens that I had entered the woman of the house made nice by even providing a candle for my 'romantic' venture.
Ka-kunk ka-kunk ka-kunk as I pounded into Jaunita....the bed was a little rickety.
After the deed was done we returned to the nice family in the room next to us and we had a quaint conversation.The son said I had good form.
The next day I get a phone call at my hotel room(was someone following me?).It's Jelemy,the lady of the ka-kunk house. She says she wants to see me because she liked my personality but I bet she liked the way the bed went ka-kunk. Such is Havana. Reference is important apparently. The more chica,well....the more chica.
I somehow through all this still managed to get a tan....and eat.
Next:A more pragmatic and serious assessment of Havana.......not.
Stay tuned for part two.
your heart always did have a brain