Day One Wednesday:

Got off work at 12:00 and went home to change, finish packing the bike and get started. I am taking the Harley Davidson Sportster which I have added a windshield, highway pegs, a good seat and saddlebags and is still under warranty. Got on the road at 13:00, planning to ride as far as I was comfortable. By the time I got to Paso Robles I have decided I want to get to Chula Vista and stay at the Holiday Inn Express where I have stayed before. I like it because it is about 5 minutes from the border, reasonably priced, and I've never had a problem leaving my bike there overnight.

Took my usual route down highway 1 to Castroville, 183 to Salinas where I get on 101. I really like 101 south of Salinas. Traffic is never heavy and it is like a 2 lane county road without the opposing traffic. At one point there are 2 skid marks across the grass on the side of the road ending at a tree loaded with flower arrangements and memorial stuff. I guess some inattentive bugger ate it at the tree.

Ride was pleasant until I got to Santa Barbara at rush hour. From here on, the travel sucks. I know of no way around it. I am pleasantly surprised that I am much more comfortable than I had been in the past. I don't know if it is the smaller bike or just more seat time. I do know I was splitting lanes when I wouldn't have been able to with the Road King. Got to the 73 toll road south of Long Beach and decided to try it. The toll is $2.20 for the bike same as a car but the road is refreshingly open and direct. Got back on 5 to the 805 and pulled into the hotel just about exactly 9:00PM. I had been getting just under 50 MPG and especially on the roads south of LA I frequently was traveling 80 MPH. I checked in and the girl recognized I had been there before and agreed to watch my bike and called for a taxi to the border for me.

Got to the border about 10:00 and got a taxi to Adaleta's Bar. Went inside just to see how it was happening that evening. It was pleasantly crowded. Enough so you could move around but you were never lonely. Adaleta's is the flagship Zona Roja bar. It usually has about 100 working girls of all descriptions and 150 guys, Mexican, gringo and Asian, the mix is always changing. I went there with a friend in his 50s and he said the bar looked just like it had in the 60s when he was a new Marine at Camp Pendleton. In fact one of the girls looked like him. In and area just past the dance floor and the curve in the bar is an area where there is usually a group of the better looking more professional girls. Tonight there was a stunning in the shortest tightest skirt you have ever seen with a tight tank top barely covering huge breasts. I couldn't help but notice.

After a lap of Adaleta's I was ready to check out the street action. Most of it takes place on the street behind Adaleta's called Coahuila. It was about average with 30 to 40 girls lining the walls on both sides of the street. When walking this street it is better to walk in the street because if you walk the side walk you will always be having girls grabbing you asking you to take them to the room for suckey fuckey. When I got close to the end I noticed a girl who was dressed with more clothing than most, long pants and a light jacket. I'm not sure why but I thought she was worth a try. Negotiations were the standard $20 or $25 without cloths. Her name was Jenny, which in real life, she later told me, is Nancy . She was a good choice. 20 years old, soft and unhurried.

Walking back an 18 year old caught my eye. She took me to a room in another small motel. She was completely lifeless and the bed was so bad it was more like a hammock. Well this wasn't going anywhere so I wrote it off.

Continuing back a tout talked me into going a place for a massage, which I definitely needed after 8 hours on the bike. There were 2 girls to choose from, and one was a very attractive slender girl with full curly black hair. Initial fee was $40. After a few minutes of rubbing lotion on me, no massage, she explained it was $60 for hand job, $80 for blowjob and $100 for it all. I went for it all. It took a while but it was good. I like it standing up with her on the massage table, which was just the right height.

Returned to Adaleta's for a beer and some R&R. After a few beers I got up and the girl I had noticed before was back at the same place so I invited her to the hotel. It was going well, she was really gorgeous, but the room was warm and as soon as I started sweating she freaked. She covered herself with a pillow while I tried to do my business. This wasn't happening so I asked for a hand job, which she insisted with condom. So I told her I'd take care of it my self and she started washing up and dressing. This was more exciting than her sex and I made it almost halfway across the room.

2 of the girls had been form Mazitlan and 2 had been from Vericruz but I can't remember which were which. Got a taxi back to the border about 01:30. Contrary to earlier reports there was no line at customs and I got a taxi back to the Holiday Inn.


Day 2 Thursday:

Other Hogs had advised me not to leave my bike at a border parking lot. It would probably be stolen. I called South Coast Harley and talked to the Parts Manger and he said he was a retired Customs Border Agent and he advised in the strongest terms not to leave it at a border parking lot. "Your bike will be in Mexico before you will be." I asked if I could leave it at the dealership and he said "no" and then "let me check with the manager" who said OK. He passed me to the Service manager, Dave Miles, no relation, who said I could leave it there for $8 a day or have a service done and pick it up on Sunday (they are open 7 days a week 10:00 to 6:30). He offered a detail for $65. I told him I needed to upgrade the headlight, as it was grossly inadequate. He agreed.

Rode bike from Holiday Inn to South Coast Harley at 345 E St. in Chula Vista. Left the bike and my riding gear with Dave. The dealership is about ½ mike from the trolley, which goes to the border. I walked to the trolley. One arrived just as I did but left before I could get a ticket. Not a problem as the trolley runs every 15 minutes. While I was waiting a woman was waiting for the train going toward downtown. I noticed her because she had no sleeves and arms I'd die for. They were so muscular that I found my vision zooming in on them and seeing a man and zooming out and the woman returned. Got the next TJ Trolley and it dropped me off at the border. From here you have to climb up a very long ramp and over the vehicle crossing. Walked through the one way revolving doors and I was back in Mexico. Walked to the Coahuila street and had a quick liaison. Can't remember anything about her but she was from Mexico City.

I had gotten almost back to the border area when a tout tried to get me into some lame strip club. He said, "Let me show you what I got." I reached for my fly and repeated, "Let me show you what I got." His buddies cracked up. He then asked me where I was going and I told him I was going to the ABC bus to go to Ensenada. He got me to the station just in time to catch one leaving. I wasn't exactly sure where the station was and I probably would have missed it and had to wait ½ an hour for the next.

These busses have to be one of the best travel values in existence. They are modern, clean, air-conditioned, with large reclining seats and a bathroom. They even have an English language, with Spanish subtitle, which starts immediately on starting the trip and ends exactly at the other end. They make the 90-mile trip for $8 or $4 for seniors. I was dropped off in El Centro of Ensenada and got a taxi ride to the Hotel Santo Tomas. I had gotten reservations because I knew it was near where I wanted to be, Anthony's, and I could make the reservation on-line. My first question after checking in was "can I have guests?" and got an emphatic "NO." I asked why and they said it was for the sake of the children. I thought if the children are up after 10:00PM they are already corrupted. I think they don't want to offend the other women guests. However it was obvious that discussion would be fruitless and they said I could check out early if I wanted to.

After a quick nap I cruised around the town and located the bars for later reference. Had a dinner at the Hotel. Where in the US can you get a nice Steak and Lobster dinner for $14? Went back to the room to rest up for the main event.

Around 9:00 I started out. As per SOP, standard operation procedure, I started toward the less likely bars. That way I can finish where I know I will anyway without suspecting I missed something. On the way a one legged tout told me I should go to a new place, which had just opened. It was about 4 blocks North of the others. It had a stage with the normal boring strip tease, 2.5 songs clothed and .5 song unclothed. There were a couple of cute girls sitting around and after making eye contact one sat next to me. I bought her a drink and we talked for a while. She asked if I wanted a table dance for $35? That was about double the price in Acapulco and she wouldn't budge. I asked for everything and she said they didn't do that there so I was out of there.

Went back to the main area and there were a couple of girls hanging out and the touts tried to get me to go with one. Not interested. Went to the other bars one is called Jacaranda and the other is across the street form it. Both had the standard 4 or 5 fat older whores so after a peek I was gone. Finally it was time for Anthony's, the place I had read so much about. It is very nice inside. There are 2-3 rows of tables and booths around the outside and a small dance floor in the center. The other posts reporting 3 to 1 women to men ratio was greatly exaggerated but it was obvious there was plenty of potential here.

I was seated in a boot and I ordered a Diet Coke and a lemon and sat back to survey the prospects. After a while 2 girls came in and sat down. Both of them well endowed, one slightly overweight but the other was stunning. After a while I had my waiter ask over the stunning one. Her name was Marna and she was even finer close up than from a distance.

I bought her a tequila, and we talked, she was from Mazitlon and she was 20 years old. To say she had both of our attentions would be an understatement. When her tequila was done she asked me if I wanted to go to the hotel with her. She didn't have to ask twice and after paying the bar fine of $14 we were off.

The motel is right nest door and the 30minute room is $12. In summery Marna is probably the most perfect woman I have been with. She is the model Mexican woman. Long curly black hair, beautiful face, breasts that are so large that if they were larger they would look queer, small waist, nice butt, slender legs and a great attitude. We had a great time till the 30 minutes was up. I told her I wanted to see her tomorrow and she agreed to meet me at my hotel at 2:00PM Friday so I called it a night.

Day 3 Friday:

Got up early and went for a walk to see the town and get breakfast. Every medium or larger town in Mexico has a really tall flagpole, about 150ft., with a huge Mexican flag flying from it. This flag must be 60ft. by 40ft. I always assumed they just kept it up all the time but at 09:00 they hadn't put up the flag yet. I had breakfast on the south side of town at a steak house right next to the Navy base. Read a Mexican newspaper as best as I could. On one page they had pictures of people and quotes on what they thought of the US invasion of Iraq. All were negative. One saying President Bush is sick in the head made me chuckle.

When I came out the flag was up. I wish I had seen them putting it up. The flag by itself must weigh a couple of hundred pounds. Walked back one block in for the coast road. There is a beautiful building complex. The sign says it is the Rotary Club. I found out it had been a Casino, which had gone into disrepair and had been rehabilitated in the 70s.

Stopped in a pharmacy, which displayed San Diego newspapers in front. We talked for a while. He was from San Diego and has owned the store for about 15 years. He said that day was a national holiday, one of the revolutions, and that was why everything was so dead.

I walked along the bay, by the docks, to downtown, did the whole town by noon. One thought that kept coming into my head was how comfortable I felt in Mexico. The first time I flew into Monterrey I couldn't help but think, "Holly shit, I'm not in Kansa any more." Now I feel more at home here than in the US. Not having money would make for a very different perspective, which I was to find out. Went back to the room to watch the war stories and read. I was back in the room by 1:00 and stayed until 4:00 but no Marna.

Next to the fish market are a bunch of small restaurants. That was where I was to have dinner this night. I was called into one by a girl who worked there. Ordered some fresh oysters. I expected them on the half shell but they were what was called an oyster cocktail. They were raw in a watery sauce. With some lemon and Buffalo Clasico sauce they were good. Went to another restaurant for fish tacos. Got 2 tacos 80cents each. They both had a 2 nice pieces of fried fish and all the condiments were at the table. I then splurged and had a shrimp taco. It was $1.00 and had 2 nice sized prawns deep-fried in a batter like the fish. It was great!

By now it was about 7:00 and it wasn't time for Anthony's yet so I went up the street. A tout showed me a girl who wanted $85 and I said that was way too much. Checked Jacaranda and the same dismal place. Tried the one across the street, may be called Foxies, and I caught a glimpse of a short white skirt that looked interesting so I went in and ordered a Coke. She sat with me and we talked a while. She wasn't special or young but the price was right. We went back to my hotel and I snuck her in by the back door. It was worth it just to violate the hotels rule against it. Our time together was quite pleasant and unhurried. It was really cool when as we were leaving by the back door the guard was coming in through it. He didn't say anything but we got an evil look. I walked he back almost to her bar then made a beeline to Anthony's.

Marna was there sitting with a guy and soon thereafter they left together. However there were plenty of fish in this sea. Sitting next to the bandstand was a girl with a killer body. An ass that you could set your drink on but narrow not big. I asked the waiter to bring her over; she looked apprehensive at first but was very friendly when she got to the table. Her name was Monica, and she was a 20 year old from Vericruz. We chatted for a while and then went to the motel. Undressed her body was perfect, but she wasn't as pretty as Marna. In the sack I discovered vaginal muscle control, which I haven't experienced in years if ever. A very good time.

Called it a night and went back to my room. At 2:30AM I wake up with a piss hard-on. I look out the window and there are 2 girls sitting at a table looking like they just gotten off work and were looking for some more attention. I threw my cloths on and went out to check it out. By the time I got there several guys were hitting on them. I looked up and down the street and nothing else was going on. I was sure Anthony's was closed by now but I walked by anyway. And what to my wondering eyes should appear? It was still open. Immediately inside the door is Marna. Wooho!! I get a second chance and I wasn't going to waste it.

I asked her to join me even before I had a table. It was about 02:30 now; Marna said they closed at 03:00. I started drinking tequila the same as her. She had 2 and I had 4. After closing is the most fun to be in a Mexican bar, although I've only done it 3 times. The drinks still flow and everyone relaxes and has a good time. It was around 03:45 when we left for the motel.

Uncharacteristically for me I was in no hurry. I spent more time dining at the Y than I have ever done before and really enjoying it. It was around 04:30 when I walked her to her car. It was a Jeep Grand Cherokee so she is doing OK.

Day 4 Saturday:

Walked Costera early looking for a place for breakfast. The square around the flag was filling up with children in military uniforms. They were having a marching competition. It was pretty surreal seeing 9 and 10 year olds goose stepping and marching around. Had breakfast is a small restaurant facing Costero. The weird thing was a guy came up and stood very quietly on the sidewalk looking in to the restaurant. After a while I got up and gave him a dollar but he stayed there. Eventually the waitress gave him a cup of coffee and he went away; that was all he wanted.

While working back to the hotel I went by the plaza where the flag is and they were having a matching competition. It was really surreal seeing elementary school kids in military uniforms goose-stepping around the plaza, especially after the Iraq invasion.

Returned to hotel, finished packing checked out and walked to the ABC bus station. At the station I bought a ticket and sat down waiting for the bus due in about 15 minutes. Feeling uneasy I found out the bus stopped around the corner and I wouldn't see it form where I sat so I went out and around the corner. There I met a retired Mexican and we talked. He had worked a fishing boat out of San Diego for 35 years and when he retired he moved back to Mexico. The bus cost him $4.00.

Bus ride to TJ was enjoyable. They showed a movie about a woman marine who has to be a Miss USA contestant to stop a murder. Arrived in TJ about noon. Walked to Zona Norte and found Jenny. On the way I took some a few pictures of the girls standing along the walls. It seemed funny that people were waving at me in a disapproving manner. Just before I got to where Jenny works 2 TJ police approach me and take my camera. They say that taking pictures is not allowed and I have to pay a fine and they will keep my camera. One of the officers keeps grabbing his heart and indicating distress for chasing me. I think "great, Not only will I lose my camera but they'll charge me with murder because this copy had a heart attack." The enlisted the help of a guy to translate and he had me give the cops $50 to get my camera back and $20 for his help. When that was over I found Jenny and I told her I wanted long time with her. All day was not and option so we negotiated a specific time. It ended at 2 hours for $200. It never fails that the Mexican girls expect you to pay a multiple of their normal rate. I.e. the rate is $20 for 15 minutes they think you should pay $100 for an hour. The fact that they only have to fuck one guy not 4 and probably twice rather than 4X. doesn't enter into the calculation.

Since we were going to be together longer she had us go to another hotel call Cascade. It was on the same street. I asked for a room overnight and they said I had to come back at 1:30, as that was the check-in time. So I left and Jenny took her place on the street, going back to work. It is interesting to me that the girls are very territorial. You can return months or years later and the same girls will be at exactly the same place. I went over to Revolution and got some cash. Walking at the plaza by the arch I stopped and had a lunch of a couple of tacos. While eating there was a performance of Aztec dancing. The costumes were good and the dancing made me tired just watching.

After eating I returned to Coahuila Street. Jenny was not there so I checked in to the Cascade. The room was a real experience. Furnishing it was a do-it-your-self project as it was set up for very short time. I had to ask for pillowcases, a blanket, and a trashcan. Then it was like; in fact it was, staying in a whorehouse. There were always guys and girls coming and going. After checking in she still wasn't at her post so I got another girl. After her I came out and Jenny was there so we began the arranged 2 hours. It was very nice. Like a girlfriend experience. We made love 3 times and then cuddled and went to sleep. On waking up I had about ½ hour more so we made love again.

Afterwards it was time for her to eat so we went to a very small restaurant right by where she works. I enjoyed eating and talking with her but she made it very clear there would be no PDA, public display of affection.

On returning to my hotel I was stopped by Andreana. A girl from Mexico City who I have known before. She wanted to go to my room so what could I say? We went to the room and when I couldn't come she got on top and rode me until the job was done. This was special because I almost never come that way. I asked her if she had any children, as to support out-of-wedlock children is the main reason why most of the girls are working. She said she didn't have any children and did this work because she liked it. I'll tell you she does her job well.

In the last 24 hours I have had sex 9 times with 6 different women what a country. Motivated to a lifetime record.

It was time now to get some sleep even though it was only late afternoon. Afterward I walked around. A liquor store at the end of Coahuila Street had a 1 quart bottle of a 100% Blue Agavi Tequila for $23 and he said I could get it for less when I came back. I cruzed over to the shops over to the shops at the end of the bridge over the river looking to buy chess pieces the same color as the set I have at home to replace the pieces lost and broken. Found a set and had to buy the set and leave the board. Took it back to the room and went out to get some dinner. As I was ordering a taco from a street vender a guy next to me complemented me on my English and started questioning me about the war in Iraq.

Turns out his name is Roberto from Honduras. He lives in San Diego and works for Cox Cable. We hit it off and went over to Chicago Club for a beer and to talk. Robert finds a girl and comes back happy. After a while we wander over to Adaleta's. He finds another he is interested in. For the first time ever I am content to just sit and watch the show. Eventually a woman sits down with me and gets me to go to the hotel. As soon as we start out I can see I don't like her attitude. When she undresses I recognize her as one I have been with before. It was about 8 years ago and she was working at a small bar called Mexico Lindo. It is far from Zona Roja and the girls go for $100 for one hour. She was pretty with huge natural breasts and a scar from one hip to the other from a caesarian, which must have been done with a large dull knife. Any way she says she is from Cuba so I can add that notch.

Roberto wanted to go to a club on Revolution so we started there. He needed to take a piss so we went into a disco and I never found him again. I went into a club called El Tigra. A pretty girl was sat next to me immediately and she shoved her tit in my face and started negotiating to go out for the rest of the night with me. For most of what I had she agreed to go with me. I wasn't looking for sex but she was interesting. We went to a club close by and watched a show of people acting to Mexican opera. It was fun to watch. We then went to a strip show in Zona Roja. Then we went to her house. The sex was the worst I have ever experienced. She wanted more money to go back to my room but the ATM said I had exceeded my maximum daily limit.

When I got back to my room a girl stopped me and we went up. After 5 minutes she said I had 5 more minutes. Then she jumped up and was gone. OH well.

Woke up about 7:00 wanting to finish what I hadn't the night before. Went to my wallet and I only had $15. Went to the ATM and no dice. After asking most of the girls on the street I found one who would go for $15.

Time to start home. When checking out I remembered I had put down a $10 deposit on the room key and that would get me home. Stopped at a restaurant and got lunch for $6. Walked across the border and got the trolley for $2.00 to the Harley Dealer. Picked up bike there and started home. No problems on the ride until I get to San Luis Obispo and it got cold. Had to stop for dinner in Salinas, as I was too cold to continue.

Arrived home about 9:30PM.

Nice Report Rudabaga!!

Nice style and very informative.

It sounds like you had a good time.

Why didn't you take your bike to Ensenada?

Rhubarb, nice report. Too bad you got ripped off by the cops in TJ though.