Well it’s another trip report from DesertCoyote, this time it’s a longer trip but a shorter report due to the lack of mongering. My friend P and myself went to Tijuana for Easter weekend, we figured mongering would be out since it was a Catholic holiday (and those gals are all good Catholics), but we needed a vacation so by 1pm we left our high desert homes and ventured forth. I should also mention that my friend isn’t a monger, but he knows the exploits of one DesertCoyote so there was no problem if I had disappeared for awhile.
Day 1- The Arrival
We arrived at the border around 2pm. I knew we were going to have a great trip because of the very first sign we had… we parked right next to the gate beside the Duty Free shop. We were going to stay the night in TJ, but we weren’t really sure where, so we didn’t take our luggage and crossed the border in search of rooms. As soon as we crossed the border we both stopped off at the Visitor Center. A really cute brunette (spoke English very well) helped us choose a place to stay, Rio Ritas hotel right smack dab in the middle of Revolucion. She gave us a pamphlet, which gave us 15% of our stay so we hailed a cab and went to the hotel.
The cab dropped us off at the hotel and that’s when I received a second sign. I know I should have recognized the name Rio Ritas from my former favorite slum, the Rio Ritas strip joint. Of course now it’s just another (somewhat) clean strip joint just like Madona’s and the countless others in the States. When will they learn that we want gritty and dank places to ogle naked women? Anyways, we rented a double room, 2 full size beds, nice bathroom, and HUGE shower (I will test this shower with a favorita of mine someday) for $50/night (two nights). This hotel was very clean and really comfortable. I’ve stayed in MUCH worse places in the States, so I was very satisfied with the evening’s accommodations. I’ll spare you the boring details of getting our luggage from the States and getting back to the hotel.
Around 7pm we both were getting hungry so we headed out to a restaurant that was across the street from where we were staying. I can’t remember the name of it for the life of me, but the food was a little overpriced. During dinner we noticed a lot of cop cars flying back and forth and about 15 minutes later, we saw why. A caravan of two trucks, two cars, and two motorcycle cops stopped in front of the hotel and were rounding up what looked like the homeless from Revolucion. P thought they were cleaning up the streets for tonight since most of the schools in San Diego were on Spring Break and this was the big party weekend. Afterwards we walked around Revolucion, seeing the sites along the street, I being the photographer, shot a few photos here and there. After about an hour walk we went back to the room to shit, shower, and shave. By 9pm, we were ready to make our livers cry out for mercy.

Day 1 Part II- The First Night
We left the hotel and caught a cab to the Hong Kong Club. I know we could have walked, but we are both damn lazy and I wanted to save my energy for the poor girl I would take upstairs (poor, poor girl…). At the last second we decided to get dropped off at AB to get a quick drink and see how crowded it was. We were both in a shock, the place was packed with women everywhere like it was a normal Friday night… well maybe a Thursday night, and nevertheless tonight the Zona would be business as usual. We had a quick round of Dos XX there and we made the walk to HK. On the way to HK all the regular SGs were there. I swear some of those girls are HOT, but being that we just started, couldn’t finish the job too soon. After negotiating the obstacle course that were the SGs, we had arrived.
HK was packed just as AB before, no surprise now. We sat down right between the pole and the bar and ordered our round of Dos XX and we were ready. The girls were all right throughout the night, not really any lookers that I was lusting over. P bought me a private dance with a dancer, but it was really quite unremarkable. In return I bought a private dance for my friend with the girl he was lusting over. I don’t remember her name, but she was wearing a shirt with the Batman logo. My friend will always remember her as “his lil’ Batgirl”. We drank and drank and drank more. We had amassed a large pile of bottles and were feeling it. We both decided to go somewhere new. We wondered over to La Caretta and had a few rounds of beers 2x1 so it was all good. On La Caretta, one of me friends used to love going there and he would drag me along with him, but I hated it there. This place was made for locals and it showed, especially with the women. The women there at the time were huge, to each his own and all, but there was nothing there that interested me, unlike my friend. My poor friend, we’ll call him B, he broke the biggest monger rule, and he fell in love. Long story short, he got screwed. Anyways, the women at La Carreta have made the change to cute slutty drunks that I love and admire.
After making a raucous at the LC, we both headed out to the bar next door (for the life of me I can’t remember the name, I was wasted). We sat down and ordered more beers. By this time mongering was out as I had already drank close to 10 beers, whiskey dick is a cruel bitch. Oh and for those that care, I really don’t binge like that, but it was the first real vacation I had in three years… I figured I was entitled. So we drank and laughed, ogling more women when a pair of females caught our eyes. They were sitting at the bar, one on the bar, the other sitting on a chair being straddled by the one on the bar. It was a twisted knot of legs and arms… sounded good to me. WE called them over, but only one would come by. The other said she was waiting for her “friend” to come out of the bathroom. That was fine, the cute blonde was the one that sat with us. Now up until now, we have had a blast using broken Spanish and our excellent use of the English language (through all the slurring). This girl did not understand a lick of English, never played Charades, or understand our butchering of the beautiful Spanish language. Well in the end, we got her drunk, we were drunk and breasts were being flashed, fondled, and nipples teased. After a few rounds of “passing the girl around” we decided to head back to Revolucion. This is where I was a cruel bastard.
The cab dropped us off at Isis. This place should be renamed Village of the Ultra Damned, because the *ahem women there were the ugliest creatures God ever made. We did notice the one single sexpot there and she was hot, but alas two of us and one of her, no can do. We wondered over to Unicornio to have a round or two. It was dark, it was ripe with odor and there were only four girls there. Now of the four, one immediately attached herself to P’s lap. Now he was buzzing and I was feeling good, but she was hideous. I tried to warn him, but the soft supple breasts of a younger woman hypnotized me with their gentle sway and she danced on stage. I tipped her a few bucks, she showed me some pussy and we came to an understanding. When I tipped I got a show, simple yet effective. That’s when it got ugly. The waiter had tried to pull a fast one on P and he was not going to take it. After a few quick words, the waiter amazingly found the twenty P had paid our beers with, but that ended it for P. He snatched the cash out of the waiter’s hand and we left. By that time it was close to 1am so we started towards the hotel. While walking a few barkers got P’s attention. Now I should make this perfectly clear, that P is a newbie to TJ and is allowed to make mistakes, but this one took the prize.
The barkers had convinced my friend to check out their strip club. It was loud, it was noisy, it was packed, it was San Souci. Now before you say anything, I do not play the skin flute or partake of packing anything… I was in my right mind, my friend a little too drunk. Since my sense of adventure and plenty of liquid bravery was in my system I said what the hell and we entered. The mesero parked us by the stage next to a couple of guys from San Diego with their female friends. My buddy was digging the place while I was just watching the freak show. Now at this moment I know I am in TV/TS land, but I was curious to see if my friend would notice. It was obvious that the guys next to us had no idea as one left hand in hand with a “girl” for a lap dance. I have to say the “girls” were entertaining, the patrons were entertaining and my buddy was starting to look at the girls with a little something in his eyes. That’s when I decided it was time to go. Of course my buddy didn’t understand why we would leave such a “cornucopia of pussy” as he put it, but I told him I would explain once we were away. While eating some tacos from a vendor, I explained the circumstances surrounding San Souci and Bambis. He didn’t believe me, that’s when I had to point out a few odd characteristics the dancers had. By then end of the lecture my friend was in shock. I told him to forget about it and that I wouldn’t let him do anything stupid and we decided to head back to the Zona for a quick fuck and suck.
Adelitas had been my favorite place for quite a long time until I found the smaller bars had some character too. My friend on the other hand, he wanted the wide selection and low cost (sounds like Wal-Mart). We walked in and sat at the bar to the left. Each having a beer in hand, we decided to split up and meet here again in about an hour. I bade my friend a fond farewell and I went on my search for satisfaction.
Of all the girls I have been with, I have always had a thing for the blonde streaked medium build type. Not very picky so there were plenty to choose from. 5’2, 120lbs, light complexion, blonde streaks, c-cups, wearing a white babydoll type shirt. She was good looking, spoke English well enough and was definitely bored, so I bought her a drink and we chatted for awhile. After the second drink I took her upstairs. Now I said she was good looking with her clothes on, she was HOT without them. Her breasts were still defying gravity and they were real… yummy. We had multiple position and some DFK, I knew I had remembered from a time in the past and she liked me, so the DFK was a nice surprise for me since I couldn’t remember from before. In the end I took off the condom and she gave me a BBBJ until I finished on her breasts. She wiped off with some toilet paper and she grabbed my hand and guided me to the shower. Now THAT was a lot of fun. In the end I had the cleanest dick in TJ and she had the cleanest tits too. I wondered over to one of the taco vendors and met P their for a quick meal. We made it back to the hotel where I thought we were going to go pass out. Instead we stopped at Club Beverly Hills right next to the hotel.
We sat down near the stage and order a round of drinks. Now when this place was Rosa Ritas it was great, but here it was just too clean. The main thing that I didn’t like was that the girls were too aggressive. One that I had been with six months ago recognized me and latched on to me like that was no tomorrow. She faired well for the last six months, her tits were that same soft mounds with dark big nipples… just the way I like them. I had a private dance with her, 3 songs for $20. The songs were not cut off and there were some longs ones, especially when they played Hotel California and Fade to Black, excellent music selection. Now private dance is just like you would imagine it, lick this, finger that, rub this. My favorite part was when she gave me the blow job, she slipped on the condom without me noticing and BAM, the unforgettable warm moist mouth. After I had finished she unrolled the condom and discarded it. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. When I sat back down at the table, P was gone. But there were four beers waiting for me. Some guy sitting next to me started laughing asking if I was going to finish four beers. I knew a challenge when I heard one and we started chugging. I beat him drinking the beers, but we both won a buzz. By then I was a bit more than buzzed, the gal came back and sat on my lap so I bought her one drink. She was rubbing her pussy against my thighs, my crotch, my hand, but I was not about to go anywhere again. I still had tomorrow. My buddy showed up a little later and asked what happened to his beers. I just laughed and ordered another round for the two of us. We finished the round and headed back to the hotel.
Right when we stepped out of the club, P was hungry so we went to another restaurant across the street from the hotel. Uh I think it was Sanbourn’s or something like that. The chorizo and eggs were ok, but the tortillas could have been better. With my mind fully clouded and my belly full of food, we drifted back to the room where I peeled away my clothes, showered, and drifted off to sleep, dreaming about what adventures awaited us tomorrow…

Day 2 Part I- Rosarito during Spring Break

To be continued.

Please help with the lingo. I am not familiar with AB and SG's. HK= Hong Kong Club right ?

AB- Adelita's
SGs- Street Girls
DFK- Deep French Kiss
HK- Hong Kong
TV- Transvestites
TS- Transexual

If you want to know nore, read the FAQ. Sorry if the report was a little confusing. Oh yeah, I'm still working on Day 2.

good story Desert, I have to say I like Adelita's but I havnt been there in years. I find the Chicago bar too damned crowded and the girls are too aggressive. I had one grab my dick and would'nt take no for an answer. That sounds nice, but I like to shop around a bit before I buy. Th e Adelita gals are often gorgeous, and young hotties. i hope that has'nt changed