First, the title appearing above is not mine - it appeared in the title box, I replaced it with my own, but it didn't take and this incorrect title still appears and can't be edited. I'll see if Hombre can change it.

Somebody, I think Maximus suggested that some of us posting on other TJ sites should cross-post here as well. I still enjoy this site and have continued to post here, but some of my more ambitious posts are in other places. Perhaps Max is correct, so here's a cross-post of a TJ TR about a visit the weekend before last:
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My trip to TJ didn't go at all as planned but it went pretty damned great. I had already decided that it was time to take a hiatus because other uses of my scant disposable income are screaming to me, whereas most of the regular hiatuses I've taken over the last couple of years were on account of burnout. But while I'm burning HOT for Tijuana nowadays, my wardrobe, furniture, et al. are in tatters for lack of attention and replenishment.

This trip was going to involve only minor expense - I came down to spend a day with amigo Matiz, just follow in his footsteps and settle the world and leave the chicas alone - then Sunday I had a daytime date planned with one of my Rio Verde fake novias - expense would be limited essentially to putting food in her. But this will not be a report about flopping around the coast with a nameless novia - that didn't happen but other amazing stuff did. Here goes.

I arrived at Villa Zaragoza at 3PM and Matiz already in a state of carnal exhaustion since he had arrived on Thursday, was content to lounge around, relax and wait. We immediately made off for VivaMex - my first visit and I'm going to redeem my 2nd place TR contest prize, a 45 minute therapeutic massage. I have been to Azteca massage about 400 times over 8 years, but this TR will be long enough so I'll keep my comments focused.

I was immediately impressed with the set-up - the art on the walls, the music, neat displays of massage products, comfortable seating, English speaking adorable receptionist who I warmed up my flirt with. To my delight she placed me into the hands of a young girl next door spinner who was totally adorable and exactly my "type" if I have one. I am actually an equal opportunity pervert, but in the last couple of years I find myself settling in with the spinner types - wasn't always so. Her name is Miriam.

One of the reasons I have loved Azteca as the opening act of my TJ regimen is that you can get a great massage, and also get sensual teasing with the right masajista that works well as a prologue for the sexual theatrics to come. At Azteca I get massaged bare-ass naked or a new chica may place a tiny towel over the package.

I was led to believe that VivaMex aimed to walk a straighter therapeutic path than Azteca, so I was surprised that I was not required to lay underneath acres of sheeting as I had expected...instead, a regular size bath towel which was barely adequate to cover my Great Blue Whale middle. Miriam did a great job all the way around and I would say that the massage was indeed quite sensual...perhaps not on purpose, but some of the patented routines are just plain de facto arousing...such as when the little chica lays right on top of my blubber and I can feel her heartbeat and her respiration and can almost taste her. Yes, she's my new massage favorita (since my existing Azteca fav has taken on an inconvenient shift). So for now, I'm surprised to say that beyond capturing my prize, I'll be at least a semi-regular at VivaMex (hiatuses excluded).

Next I encountered a long time favorita of the streets, a pretty little chica named Monica. She only works sporadically and gives her customers a phone number to hook-up, so walking the alley isn't normally the way to catch up with her. I actually truly love this girl and have shared all her pain and sorrow and reconstructions and joys over the years, but she is down cycling now...falling steeply off of a peek that she was occupying only a few months ago. I am not in the mood or financially equipped to donate mercy business, and so I move along after a brief updating of her bad news.

After perusing a few clubs, Matiz and I went over to the nice Mariscos restaurant at the NW corner of Coahuila/Niņos Heroes. I was only going to eat a few chips and drink a beer. Matiz ordered enchiladas that are filled with marlin, shrimp and octupus. The mesera had a very difficult time comprehending his request that the dish be prepared without the octupus...we were all of a sudden in a TJ version of the famous diner scene with Jack Nicholson from Five Easy Pieces!

Btw, there can be some very cute meseras in this restaurant and they seem quite amenable/vulnerable to gringo flirtations. I started working one of them just for fun and out of habit - then saw that there was a possibility that a little more effort might have been rewarded. I don't know if these "regular chicas" are turned on by working in the midst of the carnal carnival of La Coahuila or what, but they do seem persuadable - or at least as if they enjoy your effort.

I had budgeted for only one "paid" session on this trip, and I immediately knew who was going to get the money when Matiz and I settled into CC later that evening. A couple of booths away, another former SG favorita named Kenya was holding down with another monger. Years ago she was on my short list of go-to girls on the street - a beautiful smart-ass "chola" wannabee from Sinaloa who had spent some time in L.A. hanging with 18th St. gangsters (and has "18" tattooed on her ankle). She gave me ultimate pornstar/GFE service as a SG.

She moved on to CC a couple of years ago though she takes plenty of breaks. At CC she morphed from smart-ass chola into delicate, enchanting princess - totally adapted to the situation and loved doing the higher price sessions and keeping company with the PLMs in the booths. Up until now, I had not been to the hotel with her since she moved indoors. We've had a number of in-bar sitdowns and she seems to gravitate to me when she is in a lazy mood - orders one ficha drink, sometimes two, and nurses them all night. Kenya has got classic indigenous facial beauty, about 5'5 and slim though not hardbodied, nice natural B-floppies. She also likes girls quite a bit so she's a good choice for a three-way.

On this night Kenya was pounding down the Cervezas with her dude - never saw her so animated or so drunk. I assumed they'd go up, but a few minutes later she hopped into our booth to my great delight. We sat for about a half hour and she went through a couple of more drinks - showed me 24 fichas in her purse, and it was still early. Anyhow, finally broke our CC chastity with each other and went to the room. To my surprise she gave me a [GREAT] CBJ - it had always been BBBJ on the street but I knew she was cleaning up her act. Still, I thought I'd be grandfathered but she insisted on the condom over my mild protest. Otherwise, everything was intact from our street dates - fantastic all around GFE. I paid her $60 - used to give her $25 on the street for the same thing (plus BBBJ) for a few less minutes. No complaints. Of course on the street she was sober, less relaxed, and not such a delicate enchanting princess.

Now we are off to Rio Verde so I can make arrangements with a chica for Sunday - was supposed to get this done by phone, but shockingly, she had no pre-paid minutes on her phone when I called her and called her and called her over the week prior. This Sunday excursion was her idea from a couple of weeks back, and over 4 years of our intermittent cavorting, she has been generally reliable - rarely flakey.

Two weeks prior when she invited me to return to TJ for the Sunday at the seashore, I had spent alot of hours in RV by myself, and with a few amigos. We all noticed the presence of a baby puta - a not so unusual phenomena there but one for which they've been punished before. The infant trollop stalked me for a couple of nights, even though I was clearly occupado. When my chica jumped to the baņo, the baby was suddenly in my lap with the salutation, "Que pasa baby?". I quickly retorted that SHE was the baby and I'm the viejo - that she shouldn't be calling me "Baby". So she was shooed away, but she came back hard for another shot at the gringo the following night. So over the course of the weekend, I warned the MC/Manager, and headwaiter, that they were going to find themselves closed by eager authorities if they kept the child in view. They smiled!

So when Matiz and I arrived at the front door of Rio Verde two weeks later, guess what? Cerrado! The law enforcement clausura tags all over the door - but also a note that the operation was continuing at the site of Azteca Bar - a commonly owned run down Revo stripclub across the street from El Campamiento - La Tropa's massage parlor. Sure enough the party was going on at Azteca - but only a fraction of the action. Sure enough they had been closed because of the underager...who apparently had even been taken to jail, but was at this moment sitting dolefully out in front of the bar freezing in her heavy winter garb as opposed to the Tropical comfort she had enjoyed a couple of weeks earlier floating around inside in a blue chiffon gown that was more like a nightie.

My amiga was busy with a tuff guy who was replenishing her cubetas of pony beers and roses on regular interval, so I just slipped her a card with my room number at VZ and me and my amigo made our way to LC. Later on, the sort of paradox that TJ specially provides - in the wee hours the baby from Rio Verde was selling her panocha on the street....right next to the police station at the head of the Callejon. How do these kiddies get to line up right next to the cop shop me and my amigos always wonder? Other amigos like Sampson tell me they've got "powerful", i.e. expensive fake ID. Yeah, but that fake ID wasn't good enough to keep Rio Verde open??? And now the very chicalette who caused the cop assault just a few days before is selling herself right next to the police station.

Not much else to report for Saturday other than as a prelude for Sunday. I did meet a hot flaca 19 year old FOB at LC - she was cute, lively and game - and at least a little scared since she had turned away another gringo who cast his line just before I did. All was going well until I asked her to dance....we had one dance and my legs turned into very painful support since I'm struggling with sciattica or something like it in recent weeks. Now I'm in pain, exhausted and drunk as I was, I was able to remember that I didn't want to get into a costly seduction with this FOB - not in the budget.

Five minutes later I'd have to remind myself the same thing with Atziri, one of the most spectacular little street sirens I've ever encountered in TJ. Actually, we had met her in the great little Taco joint next to the Eduardo many hours before. She was a vision in a blue striped schoolgirl outfit - she looked like she belonged in it, but did seem that once you've burst through her strawberry blonde schoolgirl fantasy, that she probably was of age. I had talked to her in the restaurant earlier, but not about business - just taking her temperature. She was a sweetheart.

So when I saw her return to her spot at the far northwest end of the Alley in the wee hours (basically across the street from Rio Rosas), I could not resist a more serious advance. She quoted $40 for "todo" for 20 minutes. I am not reluctant to pay premium for premium chicas and special experiences, but this number shook me up, and I really didn't know if we shared the same definition of "todo". And so I walked away with her not biting on my $30 offer...cursing myself for not taking the chance because after all, Atziri is the kind of chica who I wouldn't mind paying $40 just to lay with naked for 20 minutes.

This error in judgement would be redeemed the following day, a day in which I would also enjoy the most wild and memorable experience I've ever had in TJ....(Part 2 to come).

(Message edited by erip on February 08, 2006)

Thanks for the redirection
and another good post.

I really appreciate you taking my suggestion on the cross posting as it is quick. easy and appreciated.
Hopefully more wil follow you and Scat and MBs ways of cross posting.

Thanks again.

PS Don't worry about Chcia X I won't do her I just like being in the know and putting faces with names. More fun interesting and entertaining that way. We all know I do my own exploring and often find AB girls that sometimes not even d'artagnan has put on his roll calls.

You're right that it was easy to cross-post - didn't even have to reformat the text as seems necessary when I compose in MS Word. If it is appreciated, there is no reason for still-active members of CH not to share here what is posted elsewhere.

As for CX's and CY's names, surely you realize that I didn't exclude them because of any desire to keep you or others away? As I said, I'll give you the names in person. I will introduce you to CX and leave you alone with her.

I didn't post the names simply because it was a unique experience that also included outlaw elements (I actually left some of those out of the report) that could easily cause her embarassment and cause me problems with her and others at HK should anybody relate to her that I posted the story...much less show it to her.

I have always agreed with you and others that names are a good thing in posts when a poster is reporting a typical chica encounter. But special and unique things do occur where it is just smarter 100 ways to be careful.

"Btw, there can be some very cute meseras in this restaurant and they seem quite amenable/vulnerable to gringo flirtations. I started working one of them just for fun and out of habit - then saw that there was a possibility that a little more effort might have been rewarded. I don't know if these "regular chicas" are turned on by working in the midst of the carnal carnival of La Coahuila or what, but they do seem persuadable - or at least as if they enjoy your effort."

Interesting trip report. I remember around the time when I first joined CH, there were questions about the female waitresses who worked at Las Chavelas as to whether or not they went upstairs if the price was right.

I came to find out, through numerous postings on the board, that it was in fact true. The waitresses did give better "service" if their palms were greased with the right amount of money.

Sound's like the same could be said for this restaurant in the Zona. But I'll to take a peak myself and see if I get the same response with any suggested sexual innuendos and such.

M. Bates