I wish I wish
With all my hearts
To fly with dragons
In the land of hearts

Sadly real life is not as simple as in cartoon-land. I did a lot of research, asked a lot of questions but still I couldn’t decide whether TJ is for me. Reluctantly, I have to see for myself.

Driving across is really not a good idea. From what I see, you have to stay cool in narrow broken streets and roundabouts. The road signs are OK but I didn’t remember any street signs. The traffic is bad any time and worst in and out of the border. Walking across is not without it’s problems.

I had a party yesterday. I didn’t sleep well, my stomach didn’t feel right and I lost my appetite for eating. But since everything is planned, I have to go. I had some bread and lots of fruits, from grapes to water melons. I drove towards San Diego in the morning, a weekday early in the week. Traffic is OK at this time but I felt so sleepy that I took a break in the rest area. After a bottle of ice cold water, I felt in and out of sleep. I would have slept a few hours if not for the heat. After turning the air-conditioner on (for cooling) and off (avoid too much poison gas) a few times, I carried on the trip. But the worry that I may be too early, before noon, to arrive at the zone disappeared.

I wanted something to eat first but there weren’t any high profile drive-ins right on my side of the road after San Diego. I left I-5 at the “last exit in US”. This area may look complicated to a lot of people, with or without a map. And I didn’t carry one nor I have the chance to find and look for decent maps – maps are incriminating evidence that show you intentions. Photos of the crossing bridges are pretty useless. Newbies like me could need more help here. There is no obvious sign that tell you where the crossing is. Of course you won’t miss, unless you drove into the “Mexico Only” lane, that is rather difficult. But after a wrong turn, I got back to the side that is closer to the border. The parking lots are not too close to the entrance of the crossing, so I try to see the other side. After seeing the “Mexico Only” sign, I play safe and turned back, parked at World Duty Free.

It was a short walk, but for a lone gunman I would have parked closer if I could. The side I parked is nearer to the crossing, I followed people right across the revolving gate. I wasn’t sure that was the border point because the gate is really rustic. But once at the other end of the gate I was sure. But there was another right or left choice of the day. As usual, I made a split second decision to avoid hanging at any spot longer than I wanted. I went right. I am not sure if I am right since I don’t see any taxi’s as I expected. After a few steps I did see a very long line of yellow taxis. After trying a bit to get to the head of the line, I gave up because it was too long a line. I got a taxi at the middle and I was welcomed. I said Adelita Bar and the driver seemed to be amused. He drove off, saying something in Spanish that whether I liked the chicas. I said 5 dollars, he laughed and insisted on 6. No big deal. Arriving at AB he did turn around the taxi so I can get off right at the front door – not really because of the cars parked in front and the street vendor. For that he got 5.75 because he got no change for a 10.

I would have been shocked by the appearance of AB if I didn’t see a photo of one of the bars. In daytime, the street didn’t look like any red light district. It reminded me of the bars in long beach or say Henry III near Crensaw. Once I went through the door curtains, I almost didn’t see a thing because I went from direct sunlight into darkness. Unlike the impressions from what I read, it was a small place. A girl was dancing in the middle and there were tables surrounding her, and the tables were by the walls. It was anywhere from 1 to 2 o’clock. Far from pretty dead there were a lot of people. I think there may be something to do with guys doing a summer vacation in south CA. It was dark but I felt all the tables were occupied. It wasn’t a packed house but there were chicas standing around, and I felt a lot more standing at the back far from the entrance. Another split second decision in order not to hang around too much, I went right to a corner where there were a lot of empty seats, the lights were brighter, where you couldn’t see the dance floor. I wanted to order a drink and start checking out the place. But it took a while for the waiter to spot me at that corner. I ordered mineral water. It turned out that it was only $2 a can, served with a glass and ice, when most places else in the world would cost you the same as a beer or a cocktail. I lighted a cigarette. I saw a few girls on my way in, not bad looking, a lot of jeans, but nothing special, and a few chunky ones.

Then a girl went to my corner and smiled at me at a few tables away. She looked young and beautiful but I only smiled back and looked at my own cigarette because I want to pick only after checking out all the girls. She wasn’t pushy but she just stayed and looked at me. So I thought she got confident and she must got something else more than her looks. I waved her over and offered her a drink. She asked for my permission first to have a beer before ordering. I guess beer is one of the most expensive drinks at $6 and she got a few dollar’s cut. She has a distance Brooke Shields, blue lagoon look, probably because of her dense neatly trimmed eyebrows. Shower length straight black hairs, brown skin, large eyes. I put my hands around her waist and started kissing her face, she was cute. She had a white body suit on with low cut, bare shoulders. I know it was a body suit because I couldn’t get to her bare stomach. She was also in tight jeans and high heel platform shoes. And she wear pads on her breast. Those were bad signs but since a lot of girls wear jeans, I weren’t too fussy. And how can you turn down a girl after a drink? particularly if my hands were already grabbing her bare breast? At the time we were sitting at the corner facing away from he crowd as she requested. She also caressed my penis outside my pants to work it up. Oh! I would have loved the LA hostess bars if only they open earlier in the day. I was hard, what else I could do? I gave up checking out the other girls and the sights of the bar, I said hotel to her. That would save me a lot of time anyway. I didn’t speak any spannish to her, and she no English. But I know hotel sounds similar. She then says to my ears 50 dollar for me and 11 for the room in English, fast. I was a bit disappointed because then I knew she wasn’t the top dog in the bar. But perhaps she wanted to start a long term beautiful relationship and she tried to be honest about money. Anyway, off we went.

After I paid for the hotel, she pick up her own make-up box at the reception, and led me to the room. After wondering for a long time, the moment of truth came, the room was terrible to me. It was worse than the motels in Avarado and Olympic in LA for picking up street girls. The room is only big enough to hold a double bed, a small table and chair. The floor was tiled but like concrete. The floor wasn’t wet but it never had time to dry. The bed cover was unlike any bed cover I had seen, not that it looked dirty, but it is fit for wrapping dead bodies in some cultures. The bed sheets I hope were fresh. But then it didn’t matter too much. The sheets were white but so thin that it looked transparent. And it weren’t sheets, there was only one sheet. So the sheet was on contact with the bed on one side and with the cover on the other side. Of all the trips report written, this is the single most important detail to me that was left out. I blame you guys. Before the trip, I had thought of asking for a better room if necessary, but after I saw the room, I didn’t think they would have any rooms any much better. Anyway I asked the girl to shower, sorry I couldn’t have remembered her name. Surprisingly she was willing to take a shower. The shower room was decent size enough for two. The water temperature and pressure are pleasant, but the showerhead is fixed. She couldn’t shower without her hair getting a bit wet. I was going to play in the shower after we washed ourselves. But she was only interested in the shower, as if the last shower she had is not enough. She dried herself with the only grey tower and handed it to me afterwards. I thought OK, whatever the original color of the tower, I hope they were through the laundry procedure, and the girl is OK, I helped to wash her myself. After I dried myself up, a little bit, we went to bed. She dimmed the light but I turn it back to full strength. She checked the huge blinds next to the corridor and she said OK. It was silly that a tiny room have two huge blinds to cover the huge windows at both sides.

Oh I forgot. With her body suit gone, she had two flaps at her chest. Cup size is irrelevent, must be natural. Not big nor small, just uninteresting to look at. I might remember wrongly, but she had baby at her young age. And with the super tight jeans and high platforms gone, she didn’t have much curve, her legs looked short. She asked me to lie down right away and she was going to go down on me. But first she loaded a condom into her mouth. She then sucked me hard, full of confidence. I wasn’t in the mood for any foreplay and I let her took charge. She sucked good and looked good doing it, but then she found out that I was a difficult job. Finally I was hard enough, barely, and she lied down for the missionary. I went for it, went in, it wasn’t bad, but nothing special about her pussy. I didn’t think of any other position so as to minimize contact with the bed sheet. Not to waste a pretty face, I kissed her cheek. I asked her whether it is OK. She held me tight and said OK baby, but no dry kiss on the lips. I asked in autopilot mode because I was a frightened bird.

I asked because last time I did this in LA, no, it must be some other place where sex is legal, the girl freak out. That was another story. The first time I saw Angie, a Korean girl, I was attracted by her perky natural A cup, and she had an angel’s face. I went for them (the A’s) even I seldom do that in an MP. But she refused. So I went for her cheeks, but perhaps too passionate. The second time I was successful with the A’s because I gave her what she asked for every time. But then when I went for her cheeks again, she freaked out, shouting “Not in my face!” and pushed me away instinctively. My lips were barely touching her cheeks this time. But then I knew her English was good, which she wanted me to believe otherwise. Her intonation was like “Over my dead body!”. As soon as it happened, she realized she was the problem. She immediately hold my necks and kissed me back, and wanted me to carry on whatever I was doing as if nothing happened. It was her natural reaction and I wasn’t offended. I did carry on but of course not on the face. At the end she was moaning heavily, or maybe that she was feeling very much disgusted by the feeling of body fluids gushing into her virgina.

I finished with this AB girl, she pulled the condom and asked whether I would like a shower. We went in the shower room again. This girl really likes showers. After that she used the same towel to dry her the second time, then hand it to me. I used it for my second time. It wasn’t dry at the end and I have to use the toilet papers to finish the job. I dressed up with some difficulty on the wet floor. Perhaps because of my performance and perhaps I didn’t ask her name again, she knew I wouldn’t be back. I was trying to be nice and reminded her that she got $60 from me and I tried to say that I didn’t want the change. Instead of a kiss, she didn’t know and get the change from the reception on the way. I gave her anyway and she said goodbye there. Perhaps it was me, I wasn’t holding her hand in the bar and up the hotel – I wasn’t sure whether I should be proud of my catch. Perhaps it was her, she didn’t stay very close me either – may be I am a bit out of place. If she took me back to the bar and finish the drinks and have some more (drinks, what else?), I would have followed. That’s the part I most enjoyed. Since she said goodbye, I went straight out. Luckily I got a taxi almost immediately and saved some eye examination from the amigos and chicas hanging outside the bar. I had no second thought and told the driver ‘Executive massage’.

After months of research, the thought of going straight to the Executive VIP room was always on my mind. But that was about the price of LA, perhaps you get longer time but the girls didn’t seem promising on the website. But I thought those who can go down the jac with you must be something. But I couldn’t cross the border without visiting AB in the afternoon. Now I wouldn’t say I will never go back to AB, but not to that sort of hotels, or more safely, I would never went up to the hotel next to AB and take a shower. The driver pretended not to know the way and tried to take me to some place else. But I insisted and gave him the written address. He asked me how many times I have been to TJ. I said several but then on the piece of paper with the address, I had written a lot of English versus Spanish words like 1 to 20, 30, 40 etc. I knew no Spanish but that wasn’t right. Since I went to a Spanish beach resort in the 80’s, for a week. Too bored by the sand and sun, I took a long detour to Barcelona. I saw the street girls in the street known as the “happiest in the world”, and hooked up with them. It was good but wasn’t exactly my cup of tea. So I brought a Spanish dictionary for tourist, looked up ona hora and practiced. It worked, the girls got better rooms for longer and I wasn’t rushed. That was the only phrase I know until I picked up a few more this trip. In the beginning, there were no AIDS. In countries where condoms were a good idea for protection, the girls will bring it with them. In that part of Europe, the girls won’t be surprised if you bring your own condom, but they don’t expect it. That is a low risk area unlike Bangkok or parts of Europe at the time. A girl tried to explain to me in vivid sign language that if I wear that thing, she won’t suck me again after I came out of that. Oh boy, what I was missing! Anyway I did some with and some without. That was the good old days. But sadly, I didn’t seem to age a bit. The driver was trying to rip me off for that. Or just that some guys are asked a higher price then the others in CC, one should be a bit honored about that. He took me to Executive, and offered to walk me up to the 2nd floor of the strip mall, pretty decent compared to the dumps around the bars. I knew it would be to my advantage if I insisted that he shouldn’t walk me up, but then that wasn’t a big deal to me. He introduced me at the reception. I gave him $6 and he left.

For some reasons the girl at the reception didn’t look at me straight in the eyes. She is perhaps late 20’s, not bad looking, small but perhaps in good shape. She is the mamasan or the manageress. She asked for $47 in English, otherwise she didn’t seem to know any English. The price was wrong from what I gathered. I also asked for the VIP room that she didn’t understand. I gave her $60 anyway. No change. I had to write down my makeup name on a form. On the back of the form I wrote VIP but still she didn’t understand. Then I realized what happened. The driver took me to Monte Carlo for a reward. The manageress knew that I didn’t know I was in the wrong place. I can see the word Executive in the form, but that was below Monte Carlo. My dream of the jac went but I wasn’t disappointed. Monte Carlo was highly recommended also and I knew they have more girls. I then sat at one of the row of chairs at the inner reception area.

A white tall blonde girl in a bikini came out and we shake hands with fingertips. Then she stood with a pose at one end of a low reception table. Hey, I knew what was going to happen. And I was ready for it. The last and only time it happened was in an LA Asian MP, I was so happy with the first girl that I almost pulled her into my room before the next girl appeared. Luckily I was speechless and stoned so much so that I stayed on my sofa without making a fool of myself. Five (or six?) more girls came out, all in bikinis, some with a tiny piece of matching cloth around the hips, and perhaps one with a short T-shirt, but why would I be looking at T-shirts? Each one did the finger-tip hand shake with me. Some showed off their English while they were close to me with the back on the other girls. They line-up neatly across the low reception table. For a moment I thought I was the only judge picking the winner from the 6 finalist in Miss Universe. About two are white girls who spoke English, one looked like a white Asian and the other a white Latina. Most are full bodied, curvy, leggy tall women, a few of them must be above 5’8 or even taller. Surprisingly, no one looked like those girls in AB. The white girls were out immediately because they were not in that good a shape and probably because of that they looked older and wear more. I had an eye for the Asian with black hair who is the slimmest, but she is one of the tallest. She looked one of the youngest, palest and because of her smaller waist, her breast and hips looked awesome. She is also much larger than the Koreans I have seen in LA. My mind wasn’t on anyone else until the last white Latina came out, who is blonde. The Asian is pretty but the Latina has a little bit more outstanding facial features. She is taller, and larger in everything. Her bluish purple pink bikini and tiny hip cloth looked absolutely cute on her pale skin. I let my heart decided instead of my head. It worked in LA to trust the management that they keep good quality girls, that they all have inner beauty that you can’t see with clothes on, even bikini. If I used my head I would have picked number 3 the Asian. If she stared at me liked the girl in AB I would not have resisted. But she looked at me the least, perhaps thinking I wasn’t going to pick an Asian, or that she is the top dog and didn’t want me to waste her time without giving top tips. I picked number 6 the blonde Latina, but the tiny waist cloth on the hips wasn’t a good sign. The bottom looked larger but the lower abdomen were hidden. But she has the Greek Goddess look with her outfit. By the way, the manageress announced the girls’ name when they came out one by one, and when they marched back one after the other, every bit a beauty contest. But I used my better numbering system that I learned from LA, and it worked better for me.

The place and the room looked like a women’s spa, I felt much better. But the room was really tiny. There was a very narrow massage table, 2 ft wide, with a hole in the face. My friend told me that you can’t do a lot of things in Monte Carlo and now I understood. Although the room was just wide enough to hold the table, there was a shower corner at the back. The corner was raised a little bit for the drainage, and there was also a seating place build from probably bricks. The entire corner was covered with decent tiles. The shower was so tiny that you have to seat down and stay low so that the water won’t splash around. Fortunately, the floor was covered with decent tiles, which did not have the wet look as in the AB hotel even when wiped dry.

The blonde Latina came in, who didn’t speak English. Anyway, I understood she told me to undress everything, and then told me in Spanish plus sign language that she wanted to suck me. No, that was probably illegal there. I realized that she asked me what to drink. I said mineral water because of my weak stomach that day. She was puzzled. I tried Italian aqua and it worked. But she came back with a tiny cup of coke anyway. It was probably a good idea since next time I won’t even try any Mexican canned water. I’ll with stick with FDA approved American products, except alcohol, which will kill most things in it. My face went in the hole and she started the massage. She spread the oils all over me and she got quite strong hands. When she got to the top of my head and massage my neck, I put my hands on her legs to help her balance around the table. That was a mistake and there went my one-hour massage. By the way, it wasn’t silky smooth as it looked. It was not rough but a waxing would help a lot. She refused my help but then she asked me to look up and then talked about extras. It was 40, 80 and 120 you know what. The figures were in English but the service was not. The price was not right but then I wasn’t using my head. I went for 120. She told me to give her tips in advance then she could make herself more comfortable and continue with the massage, even though she must be already be very comfortable in her bikini. It was one reasonable way to do things. You can’t check out the girl thoroughly before giving the tips, because you may then change your mind. But in LA the better practice is to tip when you leave. Apart form legal reasons, satisfaction is guaranteed. The girls won’t even accept anything before you leave.

I handed over the tips and she went out to get something. She returned, got comfortable, flipped me over and covered me with oil in areas that she missed the first time. I could imagine that she really need the support of her bikini top, of course I only imagined that I saw it and I imagined that I felt it. She went straight for the critical hand massage. No way, no men can hang on for long like that. I gave up the idea of having a good one-hour massage. I then tested her oral skills, even though I speak no Spanish and she no English. After a short while, all the way covered, she asked me to get off the table so that she could make use of the table herself. I got up. The table was covered by a thin sheet of paper, which broke and became useless after any maneuver. I tried to get some GFE, but from shoulder up is the forbidden zone. Before she could mount the tall table, I asked her to stand still, bend a bit down, facing the table with hands on the table. So she could take a rest and I continued the massage behind her.

You can imagine a syringe with the plunger. If the syringe had a large diameter, one has to worker harder to get more work done. But if the plunger is drawn too far out, it will leave the syringe. When the plunger went back in with misalignment, it will be a mess – the plunger will be exposed and the syringe may break.

It wasn’t working. But the 120 tips worked wonders. She then offered to rest on the table on her back. The table is so tiny that when her back is on the table, her head and legs are hanging out. This time I really had to help her balance by holding her legs for her. After two strokes, now back to the syringe and plunger, I could immediately see and felt that she had babies, god knows how many. I hit the undo button and she was right back where she was with hands on the table supporting the body. Now back to the syringe, the plunger left its track several times. It wasn’t working. After a while I gave up and hit the redo button. Her back was on the table again with head and legs hanging out. I tried to take things to a conclusion but it was fought with difficulty, just think of the thick syringe and loose plunger. When I was finally into something she straighten her legs and shot them straight up vertically in the air. It was a nice touch. It was just like a Greek Goddess doing gymnastics on the wooden horse. However, I had to held her legs tight, otherwise her whole body would fall. She got nice long legs, not the best but a lot of them because of her size. The muscles helped a bit and I came to a finish.

I went for the tiny shower to wash off the lotions. The room was so tiny that the top of the low shower walls were the only place to put my tiny cup of coke. When I was sitting in the shower I saw another cup with yellow liquid not far from my coke. I first thought that the last client put his drink in the same place. But it was the shampoo. I tried both taps but no hot water came out. She closed the cold tap and turned on the hot tap fully with certainty. It was wrong and I waited minutes for nothing. I got a hot shower finally, pouring the thin shampoo all over my body. When I finished, I was surprised that she had to use the same shower to clean herself. Sure she needed a shower because she got her own lotion all over her body indirectly. I have seen a few girls obviously on the wrong job lately. This big girl tiptoed in the tiny shower with only knee high walls. It was a miracle that she didn’t touch the walls. She won’t even tiptoed out of the shower corner – she even asked me to pass her own private tower for her because she could not reach it without coming out.

I came out to the front reception and the manageress was on the phone. She knew what I’m waiting for and she counted $12 for me with one hand. I was waiting for her to finish the conversation and ask her for a taxi. But she thought I was waiting for the $1 change. She then counted about 3 quarters with one hand. I pushed them back and said taxi. She was relieved and told me to wait inside for 5 mins. She came in and asked ‘coke’? As usual with not much expression and not looking at my eyes. I thought she wanted to charge me for the coke I consumed. I followed her out again to the cashier at the front reception, but she went pass the reception into a room with a fridge. I then knew she was just offering me another coke, with the same tiny plastic cup. She summoned an Asian like schoolgirl to the front reception to wait for the taxi. When it arrived, the schoolgirl came in to tell me that the taxi is waiting in very good English. She was so young that I was not sure she does massages. But if she is working I will sure try.

I told the driver border, and then US. He repeated border. I asked 5 dollar? He repeated 5 bucks. He was not going to rip me off, but he dumped me without going into the traffic jam. It wasn’t a long walk but I did see a lot of faces along the way. At 3 o’clock in the afternoon, there was no line at the custom, but I had to wait a minute or two to get through. By the way, the only thing the customs after is your legal presence in USA. A CA driver license will do nicely, it doesn’t matter what kind of US visa you have, if you know what I mean (If you don’t, you don’t want and don’t need to know). At most they will test your English. If you know a bit English, it is highly likely that you have legal presence in USA. They did ask me whether I have brought back anything. Obviously I haven’t, I only left something back there. They just wanted to hear the answer. When I came back out, the signs were pretty useless because both sides were car parks. My split second decision took me to the terminal of the trolley bus. My car would be in the other side of the bridge but I wasn’t sure I could cross the bridge. But I was sure I could easily get back to Mexico if I tried that way. I walked pass MacDonald and Jack in the box (where were you this morning?), and then a long way curving back to the other side – the World Duty Free Center, where I parked. For first timers, I would suggest not to park at the side where World Duty Free Center is, but find your way to the trolley bus station and park there. Just look up and don’t drive into Mexico. The walk into the crossing complex seemed shorter. You are already familiar with the place when you get out. Also the I-5 entrance is on this side.

At this time, the traffic is sparse going into SD, but I soon caught up with the traffic going out of SD. I felt even sleepier than this morning and I parked again at the only and only one rest area. After I walked around and had a cigarette, I found that my car was parking right in front of the sign ‘The Dog Run’.

Soon the traffic went from slow to a halt. Then I saw two golden arches. I exited the freeway and went there like the three kings following the star. This is my first two-lane drive-in experience. Hats off to American commercialization. If you build a traffic jam, they will come. By the way, that was the tastier burger and frys that I ever ever had. Yes, I only had bread and fruits in the morning. But if you spent that much money, time and effort to work up your appetite, sure you will enjoy the burger the same as I did. I love America a lot more than I did yesterday.

I wish I wish
With music rhymes
To go back home
Until next time

This is not the best of trips, but I rediscovered my hidden talent, including ona hora and aqua, I can speak 7 languages, and I am a pioneer in mixed double gymnastics -- my specialty is the Monte Carlo wooden horse.

Loser8 wrote"The bed sheets I hope were fresh. But then it didn’t matter too much. The sheets were white but so thin that it looked transparent. And it weren’t sheets, there was only one sheet. So the sheet was on contact with the bed on one side and with the cover on the other side. Of all the trips report written, this is the single most important detail to me that was left out. I blame you guys."

I have seen many times discussed on this board that for a small tip you can get an extra sheet and extra towels from the front desk guy at AB's hotel.before you blame us guys you might need to research a bit more.
Nice report anyway although a bit on the depressing side.Perhaps you should try a trip down with a buddy so that you can loosen up a bit and have a good time.

Taxibob

Thank you. First, I am not a diligent researcher who went through all those long ass trip reports, nor I watch the discussions closely everyday. My entry to this club is fairly recent, when the instant registration started.

I did know that I could get extra tower but that's not critical to me, and I didn't get one. Extra sheets I didn't know but I wouldn't make any difference -- I am not a too fuzzy person. It's the total package. Everything adds up, say the wet look on the floor.

I am planning for the next TJ trip, that is, if I decided to go back. Now I have a good idea of what I want and don't, and a buddy is a good idea. I'll go for a day in a nice hotel with at least motel 6 standards, jac is optional. I would like to pick up a girl after thorough checking, say in a strip club or bar, and go back to my hotel for two hours up to an afternoon. She should not be less than the top dogs in say AB. Or beat the VIP room either in price and quality. Price and quality should make sense compared to LA. Any offers?

If you want to take a girl back to your room you will have to stay in Mexico. Check hotel recommendations on the board.

Thanks for taking the time to write this report. I'd yell at you about criticizing what others included or didn't include in THEIR trip reports if I thought you had any idea of what you were trying to say (in English), which I'm pretty sure you don't. You did prove that even the least adventurous and most confused traveler can find Adelitas (and even a massage parlor) and get laid, so somebody must have done SOMETHING right.

No sweat, Porker. The time I took is inversely proportional to the disgust you find in reading it. I normally put up an unreadable shield as a comprimise between what I want to write, and what some sensitive guys don't want to read. For sensitive and patient guys, I have no solution, except not to read what you don't like to read.

As for hotel, it adds anywhere up to $150. The difficult bit is where to pick up the girls to go with you. If you look at the info, anywhere from $200 an hr, $200 a night or $300 a day. For the price tag, the girl you pick have to worth say 5 girls in the bars. If you go to AB to pick, it's a hit and miss affair -- you can see the popularity of super tight jeans. Some will go with you, some won't. You may need reasonable spannish, or not. I would like some sort of screening and someone I can call 24/7, eg, the dirty word agency or agents.

Loser8, like Porker I also want to say thanks for the effort. Also like Porker, I think you are off base with your criticism. Every single problem you had has been mentioned on this board. Do more research next time, and maybe post in the Trip Buddies section and see if you can get someone with experience to hook up with you. I probably spent 10 hours researching on Redsnake before my first visit, and it was time very well spent.

Loser8,

Given your experience, I'd suggest that you read the posts under the "A Newbie Starting Point" section of the Discus board. (Topics/Destinations/TJ/A Newbie Starting Point)

Start by reading the BOT FAQ. This is the guide that most TJ vets used when we started. Many of the mistakes of your first trip are addressed within. Then move on to the "Suggestions from Veterans". Here you'll find good basic info and trip planning guides for your next trip. The "Newbie ?s" section really has only a pricing discussion and info. (it sounds like you have that information down) Lastly, check out the "Maps and Guides" section. Though the map is several years old, it's still pretty accurate.

Finally, you can find some of your issues addressed in a trip report that I posted almost a year ago. You can find it here: Topics/Destinations/TJ Tijuana Premium: -Trip Reports-: 2000/11 StrikeEagle - Special Times in TJ Hotels Yes, there are other trip reports that will give you good info as well. But, since I wrote this one, I know that it, along with the associated discussion thread, addresses your concerns about GFE and the sheet issue.

Your total 'research' time in reading these threads shouldn't exceed an hour. I would suggest that this time will be well worth it as far as getting you the type of trip and experience you seem to be seeking.


StrikeEagle

Yes, there is a lot of info in the old posts, but you really have to dig to get it. It would be so convenient to have most of this information abstracted and easy to find.

Pauncho

Sr. Pauncho,

I TOTALLY agree with you about this. Perhaps it will happen.


SE

I agree that most of you agree with one another.

Can intimate sex happen for me in the hotel above AB? No way. And I could not have known that by looking at the info for newbies or not - anyone talk about the wet look floor? The fix shower head? In my opinion, you cannot fix the atmos by buying one more towel and one more sheet. It's just personal. I am not even fuzzy, I have a motel survival kit myself for motels 2 notch down from motel 6. But I wouldn't carry that across the border and it probably won't work. I started by saying I am going there to see for MYSELF, and I did just that.

Anyone talked about the 2 ft massage table in Monte Carlo?

From all the info, I always thought Executive is probably more suitable for me, but with so many good trip reports I just couldn't skip the AB experience altogether.

I would like to hook up with girls, worth the dollars, to my hotel, but it seemed not a simple straightforward task. Work on that guys.

Loser8: By no means do I like the hotel attached to AB even with a gorgeous chica, clean sheet and extra towels. But I have found that I need to put my time in there getting to know them first; if we hit it off, I have had no problem with paying the $10 bar fine and getting them to go elsewhere, like El Parador. I find this to be a more relaxed atmosphere to spend a few hours or all night. IMHO, it simply takes homework, paying your dues, and establishing some rapport initially for the chicas to go elsewhere.

I can imagine what you are paying AB girls to take off to go to El Parador.

Loser8,

Please, take my suggested reading course, and then come back with specific issues that you do not feel can be overcome.

You are correct, the hotels in La Zona SUCK. Even Cascadas, which most could consider the cream of Zona Norte hotels, is well below the standard of a Motel 6. However, you have to remember that you are in MEXICO, and Mexico IS a third world country. Not only that, but you are going to a Short Time hooker motel in a third world country. I'm guessing that you've never before been to a similar TYPE hotel in any other developing nation. If you have, then you know that the hotels en La Zona are not all that much worse than any place else of their type, world wide.

Life is what you make it. Can you have a 'nice' time in a Zona hotel? I would say, "yes." Does it require some effort and imagination to do so? Possibly. Is it worth the effort? It depends on your outlook.

Your assertion that you want to take your choice of chica back to the hotel of your choice is certainly a fine idea. The only issue is that many, if not most, chicas will NOT go with you away from La Zona. At least they won't do so without building rapport before hand, and this usually requires a session or two at a Zona hotel.
I still suggest that you take a read of the material available, and see if you can figure out a way to meet your desire en La Zona Norte.

I believe that you can.


StrikeEagle

Loser8

"Can intimate sex happen for me in the hotel above AB? No way"

Nonsense! Intimate sex happens between people, not rooms! It's the person who is intimate, the girl AND YOU!.

We've all had cold fish experiences and most of us have had great times in those very rooms.

The only thing that REALLY blows it for me is the "Knock Knock"! I ALWAYS get a room for the night. If I'm not there for the whole night, I can always give my key to Hippie or In2Deep!

I also usually bring some candles and incense, the girls like it when you change the atmosphere a little. The music is actually pretty nice by candle light. With a little "Proper Prior Planning" 1 1/2 hour visits are NOT uncommon!

Explorer: All night for the same that an hour costs me in LA is a bargain by my way of thinking. Granted, some of the high volume chicas want a ton for all nighters so I just pass. However, I have had no problem getting them to go for a couple hours and pay them the usual rates as if we were at AB. I'm just the kind of guy that needs to feel unrushed and in a comfortable setting in order to relax and thoroughly enjoy the session.

Loser8,

Shadow wrote:
"Nonsense! Intimate sex happens between people, not rooms! It's the person who is intimate, the girl AND YOU!."
I agree completely! Isn't that what going to the zona is all about? So the floor "looks" wet. Personally I never plan on doing 'em on the floor. Sure it might be more fun if it were like a 1st class US hotel but fact is it isn't. Compare it to any of the SG hotels and I'm sure you would appreciate the difference.
Bottom line is, its what you choose to make of it. Either good or bad.

LTZ