Havana ALMOST always equals heaven

Twas a nice mornin, we didnt even have to walk the three kilometers to Isabel Rubio where we usually take the cabs. We took a mula (horse-donkey cart) halfway, and rode it all the way to Isabel Rubio, which was fun, the shaking kinda reminded me of a vibrator, but then I realized, I do not have a vibrator, so I guess it kinda reminded me of what a vibrator would or could feel like. In Isabel Rubio, there was nobody waiting to steal our cab, so we just took a cab, which was nice, he drove with a moderate velocity, which was good, considering the first etapa (step) of the trip was about 70 kilometers. Our first destination was Pinar del Rio. Once over there I got the scare of a lifetime, my card didnt work, AGAIN. But it turned out that the first bank I went to just didnt have an active connection, I managed to get my money out at the second bank, and we continued on to Havana. In a really fast cab. A cab that had a cable for an mp3 player, so I was listening to nice music, something really funny was that the cabdriver almost had an orgasm when he heard umbrella. Apparently miss Robyn is very very very popular aca en Cuba.

Once in Havana, at 6 pm, we freshened up and took a 3 km walk along the Malecón, paseo del Prado, past parque central, Gran Teatro de la Habana and el capitolio. Then we had nasty chinese chow mein at a new restaurant, so I didnt eat. It was in chinatown where I met up with my friend from before I came to Cuba, Jesús. We didnt have fun as the food was sucky, but everybody was laughing, because Jesús was a bigger bitch than me, and he kept picking on me, which apparently is amusing to these people I call friends.

We took a cab to edificio Focsa, where we were planning on going drinking at the bar on the top floor. Instead we crossed the road and ate (again) rabbit. It was amazing. Yes, RABBIT aka BUNNY aka that-thing-that-attacked-me-on-august-6th-2007-in-rotterdam. It tasted like chicken on steroids. We drank daikiris but I assume that they hadnt made daikiris in a while, so they laced it with rum, the non drinkers looked doped up after they managed to finish it. It got them so tired that they went home. So that left my friend from A-country-that-shall-not-be-named.

Soooo as the fags outnumbered the straightie, we decided to go to 'a-fiesta-de-diez-pesos'. Literally translated, 10 peso party, but in reality it means underground-gay-party-outside-of-havana. The cabs line up at a specific place in the center of Habana, and only the drivers know the location, they change it every now and then so as not to alarm the police, it kinda is illegal, especially because many tourists go. It took us to this park-that-shall-not-be-named, about 20km outside of Havana. As we arrived they were having a drag show, which was cool. my first drag show ever, one of the trannies was wearing radioactive green lenses with matching wig and dress. And she did this performance of hers with a husky dog. It was kinda cool, and the people stuck money in her fake-cleavage. Then after the drag shows, the music started. The House music. The same goddamn music I like. It was sensation 2007 all over again, but with a great remix. I was happy and my friends were happy, as the beer was plentiful. Then came the reggaeton competition. All of a sudden these 6-7 hot guys jumped on stage, took off their shirts and started dancing. It was awesome. One of the final three looked like kylies backstage dancer and that model from D&G perfume spliced into one perfect specimen. This hot guy with a crawford piercing walked up to me, and asked me where I was from, I told him, not from here. And then he grabbed me by the chin, looked into my eyes and said: pretty woman. I was dying of laughter on the inside, but I understood what he said. Then I grabbed his chin and stroked it gently, saying : Tu también mi amor. And he was shocked. But I passed :S

Entonces, at 4 the party ended and we took a cab back, and we ended up at La Rampa I think. We were just walking around, peeing in building crevasses and just having fun. We reached the malecon where we continued giggling and having fun amongst the gay crowd. And then all of a sudden, a complete (hot!) stranger walks up, looks at my friend (the one from school) and starts kissing her passionately. Very passionately. And she wasnt complaining. Thats the last part of the evening that we enjoyed. Then the two guys from the party, I believe one of them was the winner of the reggeaton thingy earlier, but I am not so sure, as I was drunk. Then out came the knives and out went my ipod, money, camera, watch and dignity. I got mugged. Where were my friends, one was getting jiggy widdit, and I believe the other was too. Yes, more than 1000usd worth of stuff, footsie. and I was panicking, because my friend (from another country) left with a stranger, so i ran towards the nearest police officer saying that I got robbed, but at the moment another thought kept me busy, the fate of my friend. They took me to the police station for the report. The report that took 6 hours to make, the report that was only 2 pages long. You can imagine me being stressed, crying excessively and almost pulling my hair out when the officers kept saying that I should prepare for the worst because my friend had probably been raped and thrown into the ocean. I remembered that we made a deal to meet at Coppelia at 10, but I couldnt go, because I was still at the police station. Moving on, I called my friends, who were sleeping, to go and look for her. And they did, but with no results. So they all came to the police station at 12, which is exactly when we went back to La Rampa to look for her.

Turns out she was STILL making out with her cuban friend on the Malecon, which is why I was very relieved. As soon as it hit me that she was fine, I started crying out loud on La rampa, realizing my ipod, camera and watch were footsie. But everything worked out fine in the long run, we had Wakamba chicken on calle o (its chickenlegs, with the bone pulled out, but filled with ham and cheese)...kinda cordon bleu. Anyway, I wanted to get a cd to my other friend, so I walked 3km only to find out that he wasnt there, so I left again, leaving an original cd on the floor of such a building just didnt seem smart at the time.

As we drove home, we were very happy that nothing REALLY bad happened to us. Minus the material things and the mental scarring, everything was ok after all. And today, as I am writing this, I am much mor informed than yesterday, when I was thinking horrible things at the police station. There was a moment where I thought the cuban that was with me the whole time to set it up, but my friend from school (the horny one that was making out with another cuban) told me that he came looking for me and got very worried. I can confirm that, I received a few confused emails today.

Either way, I am a few experiences richer, and a lot of gadgets (AND MY LABELLOSTICK) poorer. But im over it.