Saturday 10-20

I took the trolley to San Ysidro, walked across, took the city bus to Centro, and walked to Hotel Perla. I should've listened when they told me there was no water. I thought they meant the whole city, but it turned out it was just a small area. (Darn those 140 peso hotels.) But I had just showered, so I wasn't too sweaty yet. I went to Anexa Mexico for a non-monger related errand. Watched (yet again) yokels being duped by "The shell game" which is now played with babyfood bottlecaps instead of nutshells (Gosh, I hate progress) and three (count 'em) shills. The best translation into spanish I can get for "shill" is "complice" (accomplice) which somehow lacks the flavor of the original english to me.

I hit the zona about 11:30 am, passing 1st & Constitucion. Marta H. (NE corner) tried to wheedle me into going to the hotel. I would have done it but I didn't want to spend the whole time listening to her "up-sell" pitch. I think she may be pissed off at me.

I fooled around a while, went to "Viva Pancho" cafe on the north side of the "alley" (Callejon Coahuila) and had pozole for breakfast. It's only the second time I've had pozole - both times at Viva Pancho - and it's pretty good. (For the uninitiated, pozole is "pig spine" soup - kinda' the pork version of oxtail soup - with hominy. It's good !) I just love sitting their watching all of the talent.

After breakfast, I went looking for Lucy de Mazatlan (see SG Chica Reports post). I caught her just as she showed up for work (If I can't be the only one, at least I'd like to be the first one). I decided on a one-hour session (300 pesos - covered coitus in all positions , nude, tit-sucking, clumsy caresses, no BJ) plus 100 pesos for the room. It was pleasurable, as expected, and otherwise uneventful except that she insisted on using her red condoms - her favorite color. After the session she admitted that she was afraid she might begin her period. She cleaned me off carefully - no sign of blood. At least I learned about another chica lie to watch out for. So I wished her well and started down the alley, watching the scenery.

I guess they are really hungry, as there was a lot more interaction than usual. I just enjoyed the attention and fended them off with my usual graded sequence of "Acabo de...", "Acabo de terminar...", "Acabo de terminal de coger." ("I've just ..", "I've just finished...", "I've just finished fucking.") If they don't get the first one, I use the second, then the third. Of course they always counter with "Otra vez" ("Another time ?...."), and then I come back with "Soy viejo, y no puedo hacerlo dos veces en un dia" ("I'm an old man and can't do it twice in one day.") or "Soy pobre y no puedo pagar" ("I'm poor and can't pay"). One resourceful chica said "Puedo ayudarte" ("I can help you") (meaning the twice in one day, of course).

About 2pm (she works 2-4), I encountered Marta (Rosa Maria's protégé), coming east in the alley towards Hotel Najera with a friend (Who I had hoped was the famous Rosa Maria, but wasn't), Marta stated cajoling me for a session (Probably because, a few weeks ago, in a fit of absolute tit lust, I paid her 500 pesos just to suck them for a half-hour. I could have received full service, but I was unwilling to try as I have never seen her health card. Her whining quotient is still kinda' high) In a fit of merely "moderate" tit lust, I offered her 100 pesos for ten minutes. She said no, then changed her mind and said something like I should meet her at the hotel in a few minutes (in Spanish). I told her I'd make a circuit up & down the alley and meet her.

Well, this time I walked on the sidewalk instead of the street, and about a 1/3 of the SGs tugged on my arm. I was enjoying every minute of the attention, and reverted to my "Acabo de...." "Soy pobre y no puedo pagar" routine. I'd talk to one a while and move on. One of them, "Fatima", was especially fetching in some way. Two SGs further, one of them (a last attempt...) asked me for a dollar for a coke. As usual, I replied "Nunca doy dinero, pero voy a comprarte una soda" (No, but I'll buy you one) she nodded assent so I went into Restaurante "Tres..." (something or other, the window pane had been removed), bought her a soda, whereupon she asked for sodas for her two co-workers (including "Fatima") also. So I coughed up the pesos and bought two more sodas. (I figure it never hurts to curry favor with the girls).

I still hadn't reached the end of the alley to make my U-turn, when Marta - acting a little pissed-off - asked me how come I hadn't met her at the hotel. (Maybe 10 or 15 minutes had elapsed). I went with Marta (feeling a little bit like she had me by the ear - What a man won't do for a face full of her big tits) to Hotel Najera and got my 15 minutes of stereo - one in each ear - strike that - each eye. She was acting more pissed and I think I'll pass next time.

Later, I encountered "Judith" a rather burned out chica in front of Hotel Najera (crack-whore corner, BBBJ central) who claims 36 years (obviously hard ones). She offered me a BJ for 10 dollars. I politely declined, but chatted a while. At least she had pretty eyes. She claimed hunger so I bought her a couple tacos around the corner, and returned to the alley. I'm a sucker for someone hungry, because anyone who's ever met me knows I don't get enough to eat (yeah, right !)

I went back downtown again on another non-monger errand, then returned to the alley. I went back into Retaurante Pancho Villa and saw "Cochinta Piui" (Pee-you-ee ?) I asked them what it was and they directed me to the kitchen to take a look. Well I ordered it & found out later it was merely their "cochinta PIBIL" mispelled. This restaurant serves some good food at times (& great scenery - SGs eating inside, vending outside, etc...), but I strongly suggest you avoid their Cochinita Pibil - 'nough said. Seating was limited due to an influx of their main clientele - SGs.

I shared a table with a guy ( S. , who's not on the internet) already there who I thought I knew, but was mistaken. We got talking - He's from Mexico, but lives in the states, hangs in the zona 3 or 4 days a week. (Gosh, I was jealous !). He knew a chica in the next booth and was talking to her and me in turns, saying she liked him. I noted that she was beautiful and said so. A couple of minutes later they must have been talking serious, because she got this serious look on her face and - Damn !!! Que bonita ! - I told him to look how much more beautiful she was when she was thinking hard, and he agreed. As I had spoken in english, she was curious as to what I had said, and I tried to tell her in spanish, but blew it. So he translated and she replied jokingly " ¡Mentiroso ! " (Liar!). I said that she was so beautiful that for her to fall in love with me would be sad. When she asked why, I said because I was poor and couldn't support her. She got a laugh out of that. We went back and forth a few times, my language increasingly flowery, him translating, and finally laughingly, she said I was a poet (does this equate to "good bullshitter" ?), and I replied "In the presence of such beauty, who could be otherwise ?" (I was having a good time with all of this, obviously).

Suddenly she quit laughing, got this SERIOUSLY appreciative look on her face, and left - Like a 2 x 4 in the forehead, the messages hit me; 1) Make em laugh ! 2) Mexicans appreciate the arts more than Americans. And in Mexico, poets are considered artists, too. And they probably get laid as often as musicians do in the states. (Sadly, the only thing I can play is "with myself"). It was a lot of fun interacting with a SG on a social rather than a professional basis. It's amazing how much fun you can have when spending very little money - I wanted to save Sunday's money for Sunday.

I left and headed to the west end of the alley. When I got there, there were four musicians (including the drummer), so I offered them 50 pesos to play "La Que Se Fue" (She Who Went Away). As they belted it out, I noticed an aura of kinship emanating from the mexican men eating at the taco cart - one was singing along. While you wouldn't play "La Que Se Fue" at your sister's wedding, it's acceptable in any cantina. Then I reflected on the lyrics - something about "having all the money in the world, but purchased love not being of value..." I began to wonder if it was insulting to the professionals nearby (None of THEM were smiling...) (Can somebody give me feedback on that ?)

I reversed course, ended up near the east end of the alley, and a male homeless unfortunate asked for money "for food". As usual, I said "dinero - no, tacos - si" and he accepted quickly. He directed me to the taco cart on Constitucion near the "alley" right next to the entrance of "Bar Hacienda". The taco stand
appeared ordinary, but the smells wafting on the breeze were quite extraordinary. Turns out that that smells were "sopes". I wasn't hungry, but I bought and ate one. ¡Que rico! The discovery of such wonderful sopes was worth the price of his tacos.

Anyway, I returned to my "no hay agua" hotel ("La Perla") and retired.

Sunday 10-21: The water pressure has returned ! I showered & checked out of the hotel. I had breakfast at loncheria Nivas (or something like that) north side of 3rd very near Revolucion (OK food- manager speaks english. We talked sports and to my delight, Tijuana has DESTRUCTION DERBY !!!).

About 11:00 AM I went to Hotel Colon looking for Leti de Mazatlan (See previous "SGs - Chica Reports"). She had just shown up for work. We had a pleasant 2 hour interlude (at 400 pesos/hour) except - the downstairs rooms were taken and we had to use a (usually for the night-type) upstairs room. While she visited the bathroom, I cut my foot on a small sliver of glass. When she returned, she doused it in perfume (for the alcohol) and we began. Then I felt a sensation in my right cheek (we're not talking my face here). Seems that the room was rented the previous night to druggies, who broke the lightbulb to use as a crack pipe or something like that (My spanish is very weak, and Leti speaks virtually no english). There were very small glass fragments all over both beds. Well, we turned down the sheets (which were - amazingly - quite clean) and proceeded (nothing exceptional to report), but it put sort of a pall over the session. This being our third or fourth session, I asked after her (6-year-old) daughter. Later on, when I asked her what she was thinking, she said she was concerned about winter clothing for her daughter, who had grown enough to need a larger size. I told her "That's why I am here for 2 hours, because I knew you needed the money" (Translation; I'm not gonna' give you money you don't work for, I pay you too much already...). She got the message. I may have to stop being nice to SGs if they are going to use it to wheedle me out of more money.

Afterwards I returned to centro on non-monger errands., then returned to the states via Mexicoach. (Sorry, I forgot to time it, but it was via Otay.)