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Mindelo Cape Verde, Part II of IV: Pre-Carnival Orgy

Mindelo, Part II – It’s a carnival, carnival – oh no!

Loved that Carnival!

Carnival in Mindelo is something else. That by the way is coming from somebody who already has been a part of 3 main Carnivals of Brazil: Rio, Salvador & Recife/Olinda. Carnival in Mindelo was by far my favorite. But (there is always a “but”) what I say doesn’t apply to the day of Carnival itself – that you can skip – but the days leading up to Carnival are just fucking amazing! That would go double for those who consider themselves extraverts.

Pre-carnival parties.

If you coming to Mindelo for Carnival my advice is to arrive on Friday before Carnival and spent the rest of the day and Saturday, familiarizing yourself with surroundings, getting the tickets for Friday, Saturday or Sunday night parties at two hotels located on Praca Nova: Hotel Mindel and Porto Grande (20€ each, at least when I was there and you must attend at least one) and maybe even finding yourself semi-pro or two (or three) that would hang out with you for the duration of your stay, unless that is you want to keep your options open.

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Pre carnival pussy

I went to a party at Porto Grande and wished I didn’t go there alone. You may be able to pick somebody up at the party but I wasn’t. Pre-Carnival parties in Porto Grande and Hotel Mindel are dance central and go on until about 4am (A warning: if your hotel is in the hearing range from those two hotels you would have hard time sleeping until they are done!

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porto grande hotel party

Obviously if you decide to stay in either hotel on weekends between New Year’s and Carnival don’t plan on sleeping much). Both parties are open table/open bar, i.e. the food and drinks are included. The food is good but if you come after midnight, don’t plan on having much food left but with tickets allowing you to come in and out you can plan on a cake and eating it too. If you know how to let loose, love crowds and love to dance you’re bound to have a blast. If you don’t, still go to either Porto Grande or Mindel. After all you’re here for Carnival.

The party in Hotel Mindel is a newer phenomena and the stage there is much larger. I didn’t attend the party there but I’m sure it’s whirlwind too.

Those parties begin on New Years Eve and continue on each weekend culminating with Sunday before Carnival (I went to a Porto Grande party one week before Carnival). So does Mandinga.

Mandinga

Sundays are the days of Mandinga. Every neighborhood of Mindelo oils their skin to give it a shine (if you’re a non-black foreigner that wants to participate they’d paint you black and then give you a shine), puts on black colored (or African) clothing and dance procession after procession all through the streets and squares of the center of the city. The energy is amazing. You can (and should!) join in.

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Mandinga

I’m still biting my fingernails for not allowing enough time to experience it. I showed up from the trip to nearby island of Santa Antao just in time to catch last Mandinga’s last hour. Yet that was enough to give me an idea on what I missed earlier in the day and a weekend beforehand when unfortunately I haven’t heard of it and decided to take a trip to the other part of the island. Research, my fellow hobbyists, research! Don’t count on Good Samaritan or even the tourist office informing you of the happenings or you’d be missing out.

Late arrival

I arrive from Santa Antao (the next part of my narrative) at 5pm and by 5:40 I was already on Rua Lisboa in the thick of Mandinga. I met a Portuguese couple I knew from Santa Antao and we danced around like crazies but I was wearing wrong footwear and it didn’t take long until I slipped and had to go back to the hotel. By the time I was in my room I found out that Mandinga was over.  Took a bite, grabbed a nap. If I knew what I was in for tonight I would’ve taken an extra hour.

Fun begins

I was back on the street around 10ish …or maybe 11ish, who remembers. The square, which is right passed Rua Lisboa, going down Marginal was packed with joyous folk and booths selling all kinds of stuff. I seem to be the only foreigner in the crowd. I don’t think it took me a minute of mingling when I heard “Hello!” “Ta dret?” I responded in creole and before I knew I was being hugged from both sides by two ladies at least half my age with two more standing in front of me chatting me up. I knew I had to make quick decision and it took me less then a moment. Tonight I was going all out whatever it took.

5 Ladies half my age

There were 4 of them. Less than 5 minutes later there was 5 of them. I don’t remember the names of first 4, even the wider one with nice tits, that was hanging out on my left shoulder, i.e. the one that I liked the most. The 5th one was called Vanda. She was also pretty but the exact opposite of the one on my left shoulder despite being somehow related to her.

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lovely tits

Vanda was skinny with little tities and the sad quality in her eyes. I bought everybody a drink, I bought everybody… kebabs I think. I knew the score: they would be showing me a good time and I would be paying for it all.

Bottomless wallet for the night

Before long we were moving down 5th de Julho towards Praca Nova. If you’ve been to Mindelo you know the supermarket on the right hand side right before you get to the intersection with Sena Barcelos where all the hookers usually hang out. So we stop there, pick up liberal amount of booze and munchies and keep on.
What impressed me the most was that the girls were acting considerate. They weren’t picking up the most expensive stuff although they very much could’ve. At this point I knew that I just allocated bottomless wallet for tonight. Right after the aforementioned intersection the ladies go “Oi!!!” and start hugging another girl whose name Yasmim I shall never forget. Even if next morning I would not have woken up with 5 women in my room and 3 in my bed, Yasmim’s presence would’ve still made it all worth it.

Yasmim

The girl was a firecracker. All through the night she would drive the proceedings. She was loud, she invented herself a nickname for tonight (“loca” something or other) and consistently scream out that she’s that, the girls would taunt local guys that they knew (and there was plenty) but she would really get in their faces initially even getting me worried but pretty soon I realize that there was not much menace there. Those kids would hang a bit involving themselves in mocking scream matches with Yasmim, sip our grog once or twice and move on. I couldn’t understand most of what was said since they were yapping at each other in creole but I didn’t give a fuck because I was a 55 year old gringo in the company of 6 cute creolas two of whom had already tried to make it into Guinness book of records with me in kissing department. All were wired for Carnival, with ladies already touching on topic of who’d be the first to give me a blow job. I was walking on air!

By that point we were sitting on the curb somewhere on Praca Nova. Across at Hotel Porto Grande the party was going strong. At some point couple of girls wanted to take a leak but the hotel personnel wouldn’t let them in. So I said “let’s go”. They walk in with me – not a problem. After which there was a short discussion about hotel letting them in because they were with a white guy. I tried to dissuade them. “You know,” I said, “it’s not because I’m white. It’s because I’m a foreigner and this is a hotel. That’s the way it works throughout the world. In my country they wouldn’t let me into the hotel because they’d know I’m local but would let you” and so on. I wasn’t sure if I was able to convince them, and I also knew that they were basically right and I was full of shit. But what else I was to do?

Vamos Dancar!

We were back to our curb, I was kissing with the girl that I initially liked and the music from Porto Grande was exploding on Praca Nova. Suddenly Yasmim breaks me away, pulls me in, gives me a hard smooch and grabs onto something which has been long in the position to do the whole female population of St. Vincente. “Vamos dancar!” and before I know for almost an hour I’m the only gringo dancing my life away with close to 100 locals on Praca Nova. Don’t get me wrong there were other foreigners on Praca Nova. I just think I was the only one dancing in a crowd of locals.

Onto the bliss!

Suddenly Yasmim points for me to stay put and pulls the other girls away. They quickly discuss something and then turn to me and Yasmim asks me if we all can go to my hotel. “Yes, we can!” was my response! And with the whole village! Let’s make my person feel great again! Alas but Vanda said that she couldn’t go. That left me with only 5. Oh-oh-oh-oh…

Truth be told by that point I was a bit tired. I’m not in my 30s anymore. I sure can no longer be an energizer battery in the sack. But hell no! If today is my last day on earth and I’m dying from exhaustion on top of some cute creola then be it! Residential Jenny has two types of rooms: small one with “garden view”, i.e. windows into courtyard and large suite with great view and a nice size balcony. Guess what I had? That’s right. 2am is kids’ time in local Rome. The night is still young.

The guy at the reception’s name was Aramis, the name of the greatest skirt chaser among the famed three musketeers. As we were filing by I jokingly asked him in English if maybe he wants me to ask the girls if he can join in. He giggled and… didn’t live up to his name.

Fivesome Orgy

As the girls push me into my hotel room the girl that I liked the most drops on her knees and before I knew her mouth was working overtime.

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carnival blowjob

Two more girls follow her down while Yasmim and I are kissing and the 5th girl’s tongue starts to dance mamba on my chest. Nobody turned the light on. We’re still in the dark but I could instinctively sense who was where. Girls drag me towards the balcony and push on top of the bed. Next second I have all 5 of them crawling all over me taking turns with everything you can imagine.

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Africa nossa, Africa minha!

I fucked all of them that night. No… rather they all fucked me. There was no mercy on me that night. They took turns but also made sure that my tongue kept itself busy for a bit too. Well… there were 5 of them and only one of me and at some point I just had to say “sorry” and there was no longer anything they could do about it too. When something in you says “basta!” – it’s the “basta.” You can get pissed off about it all you want. Thank God they realized that.

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mulatto threesome

When we wake up in the following morning, the two had to leave right away – kids, weeds, seeds, etc., etc. They took all I had in my refrigerator as for the rest I went upstairs and picked up something from hotel breakfast. Actually by the time we woke up the breakfast was long over but 10€ can work wonders. I ate on the balcony with 3 topless women in mid 20s. Ladies left around 1pm. Total damage: 310€: 270€ for ladies (20€ to be given to the one who didn’t come to the hotel) + 40€ more miscellaneous (drinks, food, etc). Not bad for such memories.

But it didn’t have to end there. Read on

By Onza

One thought on “Mindelo Cape Verde, Part II of IV: Pre-Carnival Orgy”

  1. Amazing story Onza, sounds like one of those best mongering memories. Now did you have to use condoms with the natural girls of Cape Verde? With five of them did you have to change condom five times?

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