But of course I had the usual pimp parade on me like leeches as soon as I got downtown from the airport, giving me all the usual pitches, and they didn't like to take no for an answer. They figured that men came to Cuba from the U.S.A. to get laid, period. You tell them you're not interested and they don't believe their ears. After all, once you'd seen the Capitolio and the rum distillery and the ancient cathedral in Havana, what the hell else is there left but the whorehouses?

It wound up finally with just this one determined cat dogging my tracks, still trying to sell me some kind of cock therapy. He'd already run through the whole catalogue of goodies for me about twelve times. "You want the woman? Big tits woman? Young girl? Very young! Teen-age schoolgirl for you. She do everything you like. Two young girls – all for you. Two together. They come with you. Your hotel. Maybe young boy? You like the young boy? You say what you like. I fix for you. See the exhibition? Two girls? Three girls? Four? Five?"

Then he got into something that sounded like "done-kee – the done-kee". I didn't get the meaning at first, but then I realised all of a sudden that he was pitching for a girl making it with a Goddamn donkey. This was a brand new one on me. I'd heard there were such things that went on but I'd never been steered onto it before. All of a sudden I was interested. It was something people talk about but you don't get to see every day in the week and I was really curious. That woman with a donkey shit – you don't half believe it really happens, you know? I doubted that there were two guys in the whole of Philadelphia that could say they'd ever seen it, and here was my chance to be the first in my neighbourhood.