EXECUTIVE SUMMARY: I spend three days in Tijuana, have a bunch of average sex, make three new friends, eat like a king, and just when it gets bad, it gets much better.

Hi gang. RT here.

Well, I’ve just wrapped up my annual Tijuana trip and am back in South Florida. This was my fourth visit, so I kind of have the lay of the land down, so I ventured out of just the Zona, tried some new bars for chicas, and hooked up with a new friend from this board. All in all, it was a good trip – a lot happened in my 60 hours on the west coast. I’ll try to fill you in on as much as I can. I was very bad at names, but for the most part, it doesn’t matter in this story.

I did my travel on the cheap – used Delta Dollars to fly from Ft. Lauderdale and stayed at the Radisson Harbor View on Radisson points. No car; I bought a 3-day trolley pass for $10. Usually, I do the Days Inn Chula Vista and use a rental car. The extra travel time/distance and no car was a hassle, but I probably saved $300 plus airfare on the deal. The down side is that the last trolley is 1 am except Saturdays, and San Diego is a $30 cab ride; Chula Vista is only about $15.

FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 2001

Landed at 5:15, took the hotel shuttle, checked in, checked my email, changed clothes and was on the Trolley by 7:30 pm. I crossed over the highway and hit the turnstile (is there a better sound to hear? I think not.). I hung a right and went to one of the drug stores and asked about Viagra. $14, I was told. Too mas, I said, and went next door. There, they told me, they had the Mexican equivalent at a price of $40 for a jar of five. Done deal. A $5 cab ride to Adelita’s and I’m good to go.

Adelita’s was hopping by 9 o’clock, and I felt at home immediately. I found an acceptable young lady, asked the price, agreed to the $50 + 11, and up we went. The session was average at best. Bathroom light only, quick blowjob, 2 positions. Nothing to write home about, but hey, I just screwed a hot young girl for 50 bucks. Nothing wrong with that.

I get a cab in front of the Chicago Club and ask the driver if he knows where El Faro de Mazatlan in the Zona Rio is. The guy confers with his buddies and off we go. On the way, I got to know Gerry (my first new friend!). He’s a Mexican, about 25, speaks real good English. We chat about chicas, about food, about President Fox. He wants to open a massage parlor. He seems like a nice enough guy.

The restaurant was superb. I posted a separate report on the ‘Restaurant’ thread, but the short version is: Go there and eat dinner. They called a cab for me when I was finished, and I was back in the Zona by 11:00 pm.

I took one of the vitamin Vs before dinner, and it was kicking in just as I returned to the playground. I checked out Chicago Club (didn’t see anyone special), Los Chevales and Tropical Bar. LC and BT seemed much improved since my previous visit last year. LC was full of women, but only a small percentage were of a type I prefer, and they were all busy drinking or dancing. Tropical had a **wonderful** selection of young-looking ladies, but I wasn’t hip to the ‘procedures’ there, so I had a quick drink and went back to Adelita’s, where I was well-versed on getting the job done.

At Adelita’s, I selected and negotiated ($50 + 11) with another willing prospect. Upstairs was uninspired, but hey, it was fun. As a bonus, however, I asked the guy at the counter if I could get a clean towel. He asked what for, I said for me to take home. He seemed shocked, but handed one over. No charge, he said, still stunned that I would want this. I gave him a $5 propina, left, grabbed Gerry in front of CC, and got a ride back to the border in time for the 12:30 am Trolley. This is a prime souvenir. I can’t wait to use it at the beach!

After day 1, I was a little disillusioned with the quality of the sessions, but, they say, tomorrow is another day, and I would be back, and not in a rush.

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 2001

Saturday started off at about 1:30 with me meeting ‘Downtown’ (a guy I met through this board) in front of my hotel. I jumped in his truck and we drove down to the border while getting acquainted. We parked and took a bus to Ave Rev from the lot to get ‘warmed up’.

First stop: Club Madonna. For some reason, we were the only ones of about 10 guys entering at that time that wasn’t charged admission. That allowed us to not complain about the overpriced beers and club sodas, not to mention the uninteresting dancing on the stage. We left after the one drink and walked down to Peanuts and Beer. P & B was as it is ever is: dark, pretty girls dancing on stage, high hustle factor. We grab a seat at a table get our drinks, and I smiled at a cute chica sitting alone in a booth. The next thing I know, she’s on my lap, her hands are in my pants, my hands are in both her top and her panties, and I’ve bought her a drink (a fair deal, IMHO). I turn down a $20 lap dance from the pimp-lady, hoping for a counter offer, but getting none. The chica and I continue our grope fest until; finally, she suggests (in Spanish and really broken English) the private room for $60 for three songs. I can’t really understand what I’m getting for this money, but I figure what the hell, I’ll have a good story to tell. I keep asking things and she keeps agreeing to them, so even with her non-English, she’s agreed to enough things that I ought to have some sort of fun. Downtown keeps asking what’s happening, I keep saying, “I have no clue”; he probably thought I was making it all up. Well, I fork over the cash, we walk over and she gives it some guy at the bar, and he starts telling me about 100 ‘rules’ (again, it was loud and I don’t speak Spanish). All of a sudden, I got a lot less comfortable with the deal – whatever it was – and said, sorry, I’m out. Incredibly, I got my $60 back with virtually no hard feelings all around. I get back to the table and can’t explain what didn’t happen to Downtown any more than I was able to explain what was going to happen. I was right; it is a pretty good story. We finish our drinks and head for La Costa for dinner before hitting the Zona.

La Costa was up to its usual standards. It wasn’t as fabulous as El Faro De Mazatlan the night before, but I had an excellent dinner. We washed up and took a cab to the Zona.

Saturday in the Zona is like nowhere else on earth: people everywhere, music blaring; the weather was perfect… it was glorious! We checked out all the bars: AB, CC (empty this early), HK, er, Miami, LC, Tropical (my favorita from last night wasn’t there – yet). Downtown was ready to strike, so he picked up this lovely SG and… well, that’s his story to tell. Me, I bar hopped and met up with him in Adelita’s afterward. It was starting to reach capacity, so we walked over to the much-discussed Pollo Bar to see what was doing.

Pollo was heavy on the hustle, drinks seemed more expensive (agua mineral was $3 for a glass – no bottle) and it wasn’t that great. Then we met Lulu. Lulu is petite (maybe 5’1”, can’t weigh more that 90 lbs. soaking wet) and had a big smile on her face. At close inspection, she had to be at least 35 years old, but she was as tight and in shape as the youngsters. She sat with us, started flirting, and decided that she just loved my buddy Downtown. Seeing that I was not needed here, I excused myself to Adelita’s, where I grabbed the first pretty girl I saw, accepted her offer of $50 + 11, and went upstairs to complete the deal. Once again, uninspired, but I did not put much effort into selecting this girl, so I’ll take the blame here.

I returned to Pollo 40 minutes later. The ‘kids’ didn’t seem to know I was gone. Although he was in process of turning down Lulu’s invitation to join us for the rest of the evening, what I can piece together about prices went like this: Lulu for the rest of the night - $150 or $200. Quick trip to the hotel - $50. It seemed like the bar fine to remove a girl from the premises, whether for 30 minutes or all night was $30. We finally extricated ourselves and left. There were some pretty chicas in there, but between the hustle and the bar fine, I’m not sure I would go back. I get the feeling that here, even more than the rest of the Zona, YMMV applies.

We checked out a couple more clubs, including walking down to the Tropa. The place was nice, but virtually dead on a Saturday night. One highlight: You haven’t lived until you see four ZN putas line dancing to ‘Achy Breaky Heart’ en Espanol!

Meanwhile, Downtown is ready for another session and picks up a street girl he dubs “Old Reliable”. Off they go. “I’ll be in the Chicago Club waiting,” I say.

I get to CC and the place is great tonight! Pretty chicas were everywhere. I grab a table right outside the women’s bathroom, get a soda and survey the crowd. Immediately, I see a vision in a shimmering silver dress. We make eye contact and smile, but, true to CC etiquette, she does not approach. I did not invite her over, as I was still re-charging and waiting for Downtown. We just flirt and smile from afar. Of course, the minute she walks off, in comes Downtown with a shit-eating grin on his face (I guess it went well). I tell him to wait and go off in search of my new-amiga-to-be. We talk a minute, agree on $60+10, and I go tell Downtown I’ll be right back.

We get upstairs, and other than her being slightly older than I imagined (that flattering CC lighting system!), everything was as advertised. Slim, tight, and smooth… that’s how I like ‘em. What ensues is my best session of the trip, so far. Nice BJ, 2 or 3 positions, moans in the right places, etc. Happy, we walk downstairs and see Downtown waiting. He approves of my choice; we find Gerry the Cab Driver and head back to the border.

I’ve seen discussions here, on Redsnake and ASPT about meeting up with others in the Zona. For me, it wasn’t the safety in numbers or cab-cost splitting that made it attractive, it was the ability to have someone to shoot the shit with while bar-hopping, eating or waiting between sessions. Thanks for the great afternoon, Downtown.

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 11, 2001

My goals for the day: Eat well, hook up with one of the young babes at Tropical, and maybe a trophy fuck from Adelita’s or CC. Well, one out of three ain’t bad… and it turned out well.

I get the 11:00 am trolley from San Diego and get to the border around 11:30. Still being tired, I took a bus over to Ave Rev and soaked in some flavor for a few minutes.

Usually, you can’t walk four feet without being accosted by a cabbie. Today, when I need one, I had to walk four blocks. Finally, off we go to the Hotel Camino Real for the highly touted Sunday Brunch. I posted a detailed review on the ‘Dining’ section of this board, but once again, I enjoyed a fine meal in Mexico. Highly Recommended.

I got a cab in front of the hotel and was shocked to find the only cabbie in Tijuana who did not know where Adelita Bar was located (maybe Camino Real customers don’t frequent the Zona). Anyway, we get there about 1:30 and I’m ready for day 3 of my monger-fest.

I spend about two hours in Adelita’s, mostly at the bar on the right, watching the day swing into action. There were some pretty girls, but remembering I had a plan for the day, I just sat and watched.

After a while, I moseyed over to Tropical (via Las Chevales) and grabbed a seat at the bar. There has been much discussion on this board about the ‘age-worthiness’ of the girls at Pollo, but for my money, Tropical sports the youngest-looking bunch of chicas in the Zona.

And here is where I met my third friend: Jose. He’s a local who wandered in carrying a couple of bags and plopped down next to me. We chatted a little and he was glad to practice his English, he said. I suspected that I was being hustled for drinks, but he bought his own Tequila the first two rounds, thanked me when I went for the third round, and bought my drink the next time my glass was empty, so I guess he was just a friendly guy. Like many, he was shocked that I would come all the way from Florida just for the chicas, but I guess he admired my ‘willingness’. He wondered why I was talking to him, then, and I told him I was scouting. I pointed out the chica I was interested in, and he had a quick talk with a waiter and the waiter brought her over. Jose, feeling his work was done, shook my hand and left.

I wish that he had stayed longer. The girl, America, she said was perfect, depending on your taste. She was thin, small, very young looking (even more so close up). She allowed me to buy her a drink, but everything fell apart from there. Her English skills were non-existent, and my Spanish isn’t much better. I tried a few keywords like hotel, but could not get any interest going. After about 5 minutes, I kissed her on the cheek and said “adios”, and left BT. Ahhh, maybe next time.

I headed back to Adelita’s, determined to got a ‘trophy’ fuck, if nothing else. The crowd and action had picked up over the last couple of hours, so I figured, no problem. Cutting right to the chase, I approached a tall, blond, busty beauty named Alejandra (I think – she was by the service area of the bar on the right) and asked her how much to go to the hotel. She replied $50 + the room and I countered with “OK, vaminos”.

We go upstairs, I pay the guy, we get to the room, and play a little grab ass. She asks for the money, I hand her a $50 bill and she puts her hand out for more. I said no, we agreed on 50 and she said no, 60. Now it is possible that I heard her wrong downstairs due to the noise, but I don’t think so. I believe that she figured that, well, this guy’s got a hard-on, I’ll get all I can. I took my money back, and we left. I asked for a refund at the desk (not hoping for much), and the guy surprised me by telling me that if I come up with another girl, he won’t charge me. Fair enough, I thought, especially with the girl talking to him in rapid-fire Spanish while we were negotiating.

Disillusioned, I went back down and stumbled around the club. Then, by the entrance to the men’s bathroom, I saw another vision of beauty. She was more to my standard taste: thin, dark hair, pretty smile. She spoke very good English, to boot. Her name was either Esmerelda or Esperanza (I think). Anyway, we agreed to $50 and went up. She was surprised that I wasn’t charged and asked once we got in the room.

When I told her the story, she took my side (without asking who the girl was) and said, “If people don’t like their job, they shouldn’t do it.” Bingo! Needless to say, the sex was great, she was affectionate, and I had a great time. This re-affirmed my belief in the system, and made me wish I had another day. I would have proposed an all-dayer if I was staying.

I figured it wouldn’t get any better than that, so I had one more drink and headed back to the border. On the way, I stopped at the Viagra store and bought a bottle of 30 (imports) for a bargain price. A post with all the details is on the ‘Viagra’ thread on this board.

An hour later, I was back in my nice, clean hotel room with truly mixed emotions. On one hand, I got to have lots of sex with attractive women fairly cheaply; I got to eat some excellent food (also cheaply); and I made some new friends. On the other hand, the dirt, hustle and inherent hassle in dealing with all that Tijuana encompasses is a real turn-off. Will I go again? The little head makes most of the decisions, so probably. Also, I had fun. That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?

Sorry for the length of this report – I only go annually, so a lot of stuff that you regulars take for granted is new and exciting to me, so I included it.

RT

RT, nice post. I admire your lust for TJ. I am a San Diego resident and only have a short 25 minute drive from my house to the turnstiles. I have the luxury of having good and bad trips down to La Zona and all it may cost me is a couple bucks in gas. You, on the other hand, made some investment. Hope it turned out as you liked... Come back soon.

Curious, glad you had fun and good food. I am sort of surprised by the trouble you had communicating with America. She definitely goes to the room. She is a pretty weird girl, however, so there is no telling what was up. You were right about her looking young - she is the youngest girl I personally know the age of in the zona.

Hippie, is this the same America who has worked at La Tropa?