I know you TR writers and readers like to break the reports into chapters, so accept my apology for putting mine altogether in one War & Peace length report, and it doesn't even begin to cover all the events of the week.

This wasn't my longest trip ever, but it was close. I was in TJ from Tuesday through Sunday. It was a steamy humid week in TJ, I did more chicas then I can ever remember doing on a single trip, and I lost alot of fluids. There is a slideshow running in my head of all of the sweet young things who were victimized on my rampage. I had quality time with countless other chicas.

A running theme of my last couple of trips is surprise reunions. We always expect chicas to return to TJ when they disappear, but lately every place I go I get a tap on the back and turn around to see a chica I had substantial history with YEARS ago who had disappeared and I had stopped wondering about. I also hooked up with some chicas who have returned from much shorter absences.

I stayed in the brand new Hotel Ticuan on 8th Street between Constitucion and Revo...my first trip to TJ not using the Villa Zaragoza in many years. Overall it was a very positive experience - I will post a detailed report about the hotel as a separate post in the TJ section.

I can't begin to relate all of the adventures and oddities that occurred. I will just a few of the highlights mainly categorized by chica. Perhaps a Part 2 to cover some of the other highlights skipped here.

1. Ivanna CC: I first met this tall, slender, naturally stacked, long black haired, gorgeous, nymphomaniac bimbo (yes, she is both of those) at HK last February. She is as natural to the frenetic public orgy atmosphere of HK as a giant fern is to the wettest rain forest. Moving her elsewhere makes absolutely no sense and must have an explanation - but she didn't have one when we shockingly reunited on Tuesday night at CC - like moving the giant water greedy fern to the most barren desert.

At HK this 20 year old was too good to be true. She was highly cheerful (accent on high), would get pretty much fully naked in the booth, steadily suck face while gently tenderizing your meat and warming up your eggs. What a cook! If you took your hands off her ample soft breasts for a second she would replace them - except one hand might be guided to the featured orifice below. But she is so good spirited as partially expressed through unending bimboesque giggles.

She is also totally non-mercenary though another poster on another board related a different kind of experience with her, so YMMV as always. She barely touches her ficha drink and earns a fraction of what she's capable of. My first session with her began in a disappointing way because she didn't deliver the overwhelming nasty PSE that she suggested in the bar, and she was somewhat controlling. She more then made up for that by being as enthusiastic and energetic as you could hope for - trying hard to get me going for a Round 2 after she left me a shambles following Round 1. She came around to giving me control on subsequent sessions and they were therefore, everything I want - balls out GFE/PSE - with the constant overtone that she is the perfect selection for an extended session - but she will leave you sexually worn out. If you are no stud as I am not, bring a vibrator to help keep her energies at bay.

Ivanna has been MIA for months and now all of a sudden she's sitting along the bar in an empty CC on Tuesday night. Though I thought it was her on first glance, I tossed out the possibility thinking there is no way it makes a lick of sense for this chica to be working at the most conservative and emptiest club in TJ....has to be a lookalike and that could be a good thing in itself. But when she got up and walked to the bathroom, I knew it was her and we had our "look who's here" confrontation on her return. I bought her a beer and we had a wild party happy reunion. She brought some of her HK nasty stuff to the party but realized that she should tone it down in the CC environment.

Went to the room for our best session yet, and in post-coital embrace (yes, she's asking me if I can go again), she tells me she's 3 months pregnant. So, time is limited to enjoy this milagra - and I invited her to be my first overnight guest at Ticuan which she accepted with giggles and also agreed to a very short price that I was somewhat embarrassed to offer - but she had also got the short term from me and a couple of fichas on a no hardons in the house Tuesday, so it worked for her. Normally I would not negotiate a price and offer fair payment in the morning, but I needed to assure a frugal TLN since I knew I would be in town for many days. All I can say about the TLN is that it is a good thing I DID bring a vibrator with fresh batteries, and that the luxury rooms in this new hotel are quiet.

As we dressed from the earlier short term session I assertively lectured her that she should not be drinking alcohol if she's pregnant (a health prohibition commonly ignored by TJ chicas) - that one advantage of being in CC is that she would not receive pressure to drink alcoholic beverages. She said that she could drink a little - I told her NADA...for the health of her first baby on the way, and after a mere 6 months of abstinence and we could have a big booze soaked fiesta to welcome her new healthy baby into the world. She absorbed the lecture which surprised me.

Two nights later I stopped in CC just to say hello to her with a mutual friend who filled in some of her darker back story for me. My friend didn't hang around and Ivanna and I found the most desolate booth in the back of CC so we could party like a couple of HK kids. She ordered only orange juice - and fought with the mesera who insisted that they bring her a small glass and she wanted "grande". Basically, she wanted a huge glass of OJ that would last her forever and not put pressure on me to purchase multiple fichas. The waitress insisted that she could only receive so much OJ for the ficha price, and that a large glass would be the same amount as a small glass diluted with a huge quantity of ice. Unbelievable! So they brought her the small glass - she nurtured that for an hour. Then the night waiters I know arrived and brought her a GRANDE that wasn't overly diluted and that was all she needed.

So we get off into HK ecstacy once the OJ summit is concluded. 10 minutes later a friend who is a half insane brilliant poster on other TJ sites comes and sits at the table. If I'm sitting with a chica I always welcome a friend to come and say hi and sit down. But she and I were really "sessioning" at the table when amigo settles in and proceeds to tell me about 27 long stories in English - I'm struggling to be nice to him and also keep her engaged, but my booth session is OVER! To make matters worse, my long time platonic amiga Annie looking pissed at hell at me comes into the booth as she is unbeknown to me, also an amiga to my amigo. I am acknowledged but it is clear that Annie is back to her old ways of being jealous of my passing time and lustful infatuations with young timid things in CC. She had promised to quit her bad vibing about it a year ago and has been fine until lately sliding back into her old ways of giving my CC favs trouble - though subsequent communications with her during the week went fine and she behaved herself at least on the front lines.

I wasn't planning another session with Ivanna that night so I took my leave. Later I run into my amigo outside and he tells me he's going back to CC to nail Ivanna - can't blame him for being taken with her. Hmmm...wonder if she drank any spirits with him?

2. "Elizabeth" HK: I first met this cute young spinner when she was barely legal 5 years ago when she was one of the flavors of the month at Bar Tropical. She sharked me, we had drinks in the back and she revealed herself to be a sex freak - another happy hooker just like Ivanna. This ultra-slim spinner was a freak in the room - a wild good time.

Immediately following LE crunched down on Coahuila bars. She didn't yet have her health card and was gone. Then one night I headed to Rio Verde to see a long time novia with my wingman of the day - at the door I was simultaneously assaulted from different directions by my novia and to my surprise, Elizabeth. My wingman graciously entertained the novia for a little while so I could spend 15 minutes with Elizabeth and find out what was happening. The health card remained delayed and Rio Verde wouldn't let her work past that night. So she was going home to Chiapas and would remain until her health card was issued.

I next encountered her a month later on the hill walking up Constitucion again on my way to Rio Verde. She was working as a SG when she first returned to TJ. We had a session that night and a couple of weeks later...and she disappeared.

Five years went by and flash back to my last trip to TJ a month ago, I am in HK with a posse of amigos - I believe including Sire Matiz. I note that a cute spinner is checking me out wherever I go in the bar the way a sharp knife checks out tender prime rib. Her glance is splitting me into pieces and it never stops and seems to be more angry then "come hither". I'm not daft enough not to realize that this must be somebody I know from the past, but I can't make out who it could be at all....or possibly it is just an insane chica who thinks I'm the great uncle who raped her. When we depart the bar late that afternoon she's standing upstairs "staring me out" the door with a distinct frown.

Very late that same night I have a session set up with my current SG favorita Angela who stands in front of Eduardo. I walk to the spot with amigo Bosco but she's not there. My phone is not picking up a signal and I don't have roaming setup on that trip - so all I can do is go into the bars and keep checking for her. She's been a full on miracle in my life for several months and we communicate regularly when I'm not in TJ, so I'm not just going to pass on her.

Bosco and I are sitting at a secluded table when I see the steak cutter eyes on me again from a distance. Now I'm in a smaller group so she and a super voluptuous amiga head our way with the numbers evened out. Now it hits me that it is Elizabeth. She pulls into the booth next to me, relaxes the tight angry looking stare she had aimed at me all day into her gigantic winning smile and of course inquires if I remember her.

So we are off to the races with Bosco settled in with her amiga who is just Bosco's type. She's using a different name now that she's returned to TJ after putting 3 kids into the world during her 5 year hiatus in Chiapas, but I don't recall the new name. But it is the same old Elizabeth with freaky play in the bar - HK is her type of place, with Bosco receiving same across the table. A lesbian show is taking place on the stage nearest to us and this generates the beginning of a pretty wild orgy among the 4 of us - never really saw the shy in public Bosco get so lost in the action in a bar. Elizabeth kept grabbing my phone and photographed some of the action - including pics of her handling and tasting my equipment at the bar (we were in a secluded location). In actuality, I did not find myself very attracted to her - I didn't like her hair style and though I unintentionally find myself specializing in spinners these days, she was just too thin - especially her face. She's got a great smile but she needs a few pasta feasts.

Still, she had me going and for old times sake and knowing she's amazing in the room, I agreed CONDITIONALLY to take her to Cascades to reintroduce our genitalia to each other. The condition was that I honestly advised her that I had set something up with a chica on the street right across from the HK entrance - that if she was there when we exited the bar, that I would have to abort the session and go with the SG as planned. Sure enough there was Angela gesticulating wildly when she saw me exit the bar. I delivered the bad news to Elizabeth and she was cool - asked me to walk her back to the table where her friend and Bosco were still having fun. Once she sat back down at the table she started pouting and getting dramatic, and Bosco told me she continued to express unhappiness after I departed....not warranted at all because she had full disclosure and had agreed to the condition.

OK, back to last week - I am in HK one evening and a beautiful spinner comes sweeping down the spiral staircase as I enter from Coahuila and stand on the high ground there taking in the overview of what is going on in HK at that time. It is Elizabeth, completely made over. Her black page boy hairdo is now strawberry blonde and sweeps fashionably into a half bang, her makeup is different - she looks like a Vogue model...yes, an underfed Vogue model. Of course our aborted time together a month previous is forgotten and she's all smiles and the hot lava is forming. We never entered the bar proper and waiters are running at us like the Bulls in Pamplona trying to extract some money from my pocket. We ignore them and are doing kind of a slow romantic dance on the platform while I'm out loud wondering what to do. Seeing her at this time was not my plan. I offered her a multiple choice question - i.e. What should we do?: a-enter the bar and have a drink; b-go directly to the hotel, c-NADA, d-go to the HK VIP room. Predictably she elects "b" and so it went.

In an ironic turnaround of scenarios, I had stood-up mi milagra SG Angela that night for a planned TLN that I just wasn't up for when the time came - with my phone now setup for international roaming, I sent her a text message in which I unashamedly lied like a puta about why I couldn't be there and that I'd make it up to her later in the week, which I did. So now Elizabeth gets me and we have to go out the Coahuila door instead of the Callejon door - now I understand why Cascades Hotel has the two entrances. But that isn't so easy either since I had just told a wildly possessive loca at Tropical {she's another whole post by herself) across the street that I was going to sleep and would not go out with her that night - she also looking for a TLN and trying to set herself up as a quasi-novia. The BT loca has a way of hanging out in front of the bar when she's not occupied. So before I could exit Coahuila I had to check for her presence....OH what a web we weave! I was potentially trapped on both sides - only to learn later in the week that you can enter the hotel from the 3rd floor of HK without being seen by anybody on the street of the alley. But fortunately the coast was clear and we scrambled upstairs and we rocked - Elizabeth as freaky as she had been 5 years before and I get to direct my own porno scene.

Btw, this is old news for old hands with Cascades, but one of the great advantages of building HK and now Miami (via passageway through Las Chaveles) through to both hotel entrances, is that the rooms you get on the Coahuila side are the much nicer and more comfortable overnight guest rooms. On the alley side you end up in the same messy crappy cubbies assigned for SG sessions. Also fewer hotel employees so the knock came plenty late - it is usually early on the Callejon side.

3. Angela SG: Not much I can say about this current superfav - you literally have to be there. She really is wired like a baby chimpanzee and our extended sessions are always a combination of GFE/PSE sex - she has done everything I ask her to do though sometimes it takes a little persuasion and lately she's slightly trying to take me for granted and get back to her default SG ways - but I don't permit that and she comes around - and the other part of the combo is just wild laughs and assorted good times - she entertains me in a dozen different tender to raucus ways from singing and dancing to music on her telephone, to pantomiming weird sex and other perverse acts she's discovered only recently on the internet, to showing me the latest porno clips she's downloaded to her phone. She like many SGs knows little about sex beyond a couple of standard positions and I would think she defaults to slightly above average SG session quality with most customers who aren't as childishly immature as I am. So as a manchild, I connect well with the young muchachas who have been deprived of much of their childhoods. She's only 19 - presents like a bundled crumpled porky chapparita - always cold from her Veracruz associations with what constitutes adequate warmth. In the room though she reveals absolute beauty. Drop dead gorgeous eyes as set off by her dark brown skin, natural beautiful large rack. She is a couple of months past an aborted pregnancy which she hasn't shared with me, but her "best friend" did - and so her mid-section porkiness is abating but she's still soft in the middle. I have nothing but extended sessions and TLNs with her and this week was just more of the same mixture of nightclub entertainment, child's play and disturbing pornographic sex.

4. Claudia's Birthday: She's may well be the most popular escort currently in Sampson's stable. I haven't had the privilege of getting her in the sack as of yet, but we've partied together on a few occasions and have become friends - the last fiesta and after party, and a couple of other events where both she and I were bar crawling with Sampson. This chica just turned 21 and is absolutely precious and the reports from those who have purchased her services are glowing. She's yet another tiny spinner with braces - adorable face and figure that has always been dressed rather coed preppy when I've seen her.

Yes I am dying to have her but on each occasion she's had a "date" laying in wait via Sampson's agency, and on this occasion it just wouldn't have been appropriate. In some ways, this is the most interesting highlight of the week for me.


I was invited to her 21st birthday party at La Tropa last Saturday night. It began early and when I arrived I realized that this was a total non-monger party. Just a handful of her chica friends were there who I presumed to be non-putas but I didn't ask, and the male contingent was her best friend who is gay, and a bunch of his gay friends. I was there and later joined by a monger amigo. Sampson spent only a brief time there with another one of his cute spinner escorts.

Claudia was wrapped in an elegant black gown that didn't fit her at all, and high heel princess slippers. Her best friend has got some bucks and rented the outside area in back of La Tropa, brought food, a serious birthday cake, bottles of high shelf Scotch Whiskey (no Tequila), and hired a banda that had something around 13 horns - a tuba, clarinets, trumpets, and 1 percussionist. What a furioius sound they put out! I felt a little out of place at this event as my spanish isn't good enough to feel included in the group dynamic when I'm basically the only English speaker. I was able to talk plenty to Claudia and her friends individually, but when they merged into "Sinaloa Nation" even though few of them were from Sinaloa, I was like Max Yasgur at Woodstock Nation.

Claudia has caused me setbacks over the last couple of months by getting me drunk and insisting that I dance with her - vigourously. My body isn't ready for that as I almost tragically and humiliatingly was reminded of at this party. I am recovering from multiple spinal surgery that included multiple procedures. The original condition and the immediate recovery took me out of physical action for the last 3-4 years. I am recovering well but still far from full speed. A month ago dancing with her and giving her lap dances (I WAS an expert in my healthy days) caused me to have renewed back pain over my last month's hiatus from TJ. Now recovered from that setback, she started on me again and I could not refuse her. I danced norteņo with her, and it was my first time in years that I really let it hang out. It was actually ridiculous - only about 12 people at any one time attending this party in this large outdoor area, and more people in the band then attendees.

Eventually my amigo and I departed to take a break for some attempted mongering - it was late Saturday night and I wanted just to make contact with a BT chica but she wasn't present. We stepped into AB - my only step into AB all week. That lasted for about 20 seconds because the place was packed like Saturday nights of old. Eventually we ended up at New York club which had a nice assortment of fetching chicas and whack meseros frantically and hungrily trying to chomp away at our wallets. They have the miserable habit here of meseros and meseras (HOT meseras) presenting chicas to your table. I always say no. But this time they brought 2 over before we had even planted our fat nalgas in the booth and I could see that my amigo knew the one delivered to him and he was interested - the one delivered to me was very young, but elegant and purely beautiful in a sophisticated way. My amigo's chica was a shark and was busy with the naked in-booth sleaze play but went through the fichas like a Labrador Retriever through a bowl of Alpo. My chica was a newbie and barely touched her ficha so she survived to a second long after my amigo's chica was sent to fichera Siberia. She didn't object to any sleaze play or a stolen kiss here or there and responded well to it, but she never initiated and I wasn't sure how ready she was for action.

Eventually she indicated interest in going to a VIP which would have cost $75 for an hour which goes to a bucket of ficha beers for her. I told her I didn't want the VIP atmosphere and with a tip for her, it would be more money then I had remaining to spend on my last night in TJ. She indicated that she would sex me up completely without any need for a tip. I countered that I'd rather have her in my comfortable hotel on my next visit to TJ, and she agreed that she'd meet me for an extended afternoon session when I return. That will be something to look forward to.

So we exited Manhattan and returned to La Tropa. Back to the party and now precious Claudia is wobbly drunk. She sees me re-enter and runs at me with her hand extended to pull me into the dancing. I was already physically fried from our earlier dance session and then followed by the round trip walk from La Tropa to New York and back. But I was also past my usual threshold for inebriation - so I went for it. We danced energetically for a few minutes - or at least I did since I basically had to hold her up. She had removed her high shoes and hiked up her black gown to miniskirt length, and I had to bend down severely to be anywhere near her adorable head.

And so now the moment I had waited for all these crippled years - i.e. sweep the spinner off the dance floor and carry her in my arms through the dance. This seemed like a superior alternative to trying to hold her up with her feet giving way on the floor and her being totally unbalanced. But no, I wasn't ready to execute the maneuver. She may weigh 84 lbs soaking wet but when I went for the lift I couldn't pull it off, not even close, and we both went sprawling to the ground in one of my Top 10 humiliating moments of all time. Happily it was limited to humiliation as neither of us were hurt - I assured her a soft landing on top of me, but not what I have in mind for her being on top of me. Her friends were gracious and lifted us up and her chica friends came over and were so sweetly nurturing. Hmmm...not so bad!

It was forgotten and after a little rest and having a couple of fichas inside with La Tropa stalwart Mayra (escorting for Sampson as Monica and the "cousin" of Ben's legendary "Sugar Pie" who was also in La Tropa) who I've known for many years (another reunion during this week), Mayra and I went back outside and once again little Claudia insisted I dance with her, and I did without any further accidents. Mayra went storming back into the bar giving plenty of drama for a chica who had refused to go to the room with me 5 years ago, but now was interested in trying to work me as a fake novia.

Claudia had a 48 hour date set for the following days in which she would earn well into multiple 3 figure$ - but even this amount a deep discount from the usual long term rates. I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to get her to the bed, and this NEEDS to happen. What will it take? I won't pay Sampson's LT agency rates and it would need to be LT. We are close enough friends now that I can arrange something at one of these events during which Sampson generously allows mongers to cut their own deal, but it is pretty awkward at this point knowing her on a more personal level at this point.

This chica is a true semi-pro. She's entering her last term of high school and has specific plans for studying in a University. She has worked only as an escort and I think she has a day job which she should not need at this point, and exhibits no puta behaviors - I have yet to see an exposed breast. Though she did say she'd strip for me when she gets sufficiently drunk - but the circumstances haven't supported the consummation of that.


5. [The mods may be uncomfortable with the following report and I would have no problems with edits or a deletion, but in my view it is simply an observation about a forbidden subject as it might me reported in any blog or a newspaper/tv story.] Where is Diane Arbus when you need a special photo taken? One evening I was relaxing with an amigo in an off the beaten path open air restaurant in the zona. We sat at the first booth observing all the sleaze and criminality out on the street, when the most regular customers of this restaurant come in and sit in the booth furthest to the back. They are known child prostitutes who are always in there. My amigo knows their history and some scary stories about how they operate because he frequents this restaurant and surrounding bars. There is a 3rd putalette but she isn't present. One of these girls is about 15, the other looks a year or so older. To both of our surprises the younger one gets up and returns to the table with a large pitcher of Coronas fetched from the proprietors! So now the two adolescents are smoking cigarettes one after another and pouring down the cerveza, toast after toast, in between puffs. Soon they are joined by two mature young men - not older then early 20's but adults nevertheless, and another pitcher is brought into play and the group begins playing drinking games. Jaded as I may be, this is a horrifying sight to me - two child prostitutes openly boozing it up in a restaurant. The restaurant is run by three young sisters who give off a vibe of high respectability, but I guess business is business and this is one of the most perverse blocks in TJ. I wanted to snap stealthy photos - it all reminded me of some of the late Diane Arbus's photos of perverse subjects. I got a couple of pics but my cell phone camera was not up to the task.

There are many police in the area and obviously they know each person and their particular brands of criminality. Busts and shakedowns happen when the police want to make some money or hold down the level of illegality - keep 'em a bit honest.

The next night on my way to La Tropa for Claudia's birthday party these chicas were out in a different part of the zona all puta'd out in slinky identical outfits - not among the SGs, but working as the walkers do with assists from padrotes. It's whistle blowing stuff if you're in the U.S., but on this block it is just reality and as stated, the police are in the loop. Smart mongers should not even look in their direction or utter a word to them if they know what is good for them. Aside from the moral issues and I don't preach morality, a monger can easily get extorted or arrested for just talking to denizens of this dark side of TJ, and the chicas are often in league with the cops when they need to be, or family members who want to engage in extortion. I will offer no commentary - reporting only.

6. The new HK and the new Coahuila: TJ regulars know that the already wild Hong Kong bar has recently completed a remodeling and expansion that enlarges the club as I discussed, from the SG alley to Coahuila. The place is now like a high tech multi-level club on the Las Vegas strip, and it is an 8-ring circus of open carnality....chicas bathing naked in a jacuzzi, while strippers do their thing on at least 3 different stages - other chicas totally naked alone or on table tops - chicas dancing on the two main bars and the catwalks overlooking the lower level - agency models in the dozens wearing sashes to differentiate themselves from the putas also shaking their pompis to the throbbing huge sound of the club. There are lesbian shows and sometimes live sex shows. There are a couple of dozen scattered privado booths and incredible VIP areas, and chicas are the wildest party girls in the zona giving away in booths what you have to take an AB girl to the room to accomplish - actually, some do more in the booths then AB girls do in the room. All this going on at the same time and when it hits the max gear it is just an incredible spectacle to behold. Its true that the HK girls on many shifts are generally average to heinous, but the total spectacle still makes it fun for non-timid adventurers, and every shift will produce at least a few hot to superhot chicas if you are going to be picky.

The club has regular special events/parties. So HK has usurped the zona from AB in many ways - certainly it is where the energy and innovation is. The same owners are also remodeling their other bars connected to HK and it should be spectacular when it is done. AB and other bars are trying to compete with their own special shows and generally copying HK. AB for sure still has the largest collection of beauties in TJ as many of these snotty princesses just can't "work" in the scheme of HK raunch. I mean they don't want their tits touched in the room, so they really don't want their pussies eaten at the table or on stage!!! So this is AB's survival key...that most of the best lookers won't lower themselves to work in this Roman Orgy.

Last Friday night there were two huge parties going on simultaneously at AB and HK. LC was also going big and loud and packed along with the new Miami Club. I stood across the street outside of Tropical and observed the spectacle of what the zona can now be on weekend evenings - a local motorcycle gang roared down Coahuila for the HK "seventies" party. A nationally famous rocker poured out concert level sound out of his band, MMA was held in a steel cage inside the bar, skylights filled the sky, street bandas blaring horns up and down the street and mobs in general parading around. And TJ is supposed to be slow? Not hardly! This is something close to a vision of TJ that I posted about around 10 years ago - i.e. that if I could be Rip Van Winkle and take a 10 year nap in the zona, that I would wake up in a place more like the Vegas strip. I'm not saying that any of this is a good thing or a bad thing. It almost seems that the energy centers in TJ on weekends aren't even about mongering anymore. But it is too early to tell where all this investment and energy and competition is going to lead.

OK, FINALLY, my personal no. 1 highlight of the week:

7. Rosario (farmacista): First met her 2 months ago when I picked her out as the cutest farmacia clerk at a giant store in Zona Rio on my arrival to TJ on a Wednesday afternoon. I took her to be in her late 20's as she looked very sophisticated with a severe hairdo, much makeup though tastefully applied, and of course the immaculate white smock. Her manner was professional and distinguished (but ultimately unprofessional).

I thought she was hot but didn't give her any thought beyond that - just another transaction. She returned empty handed - my medicine was out of stock but she said they'd have it the next day. Then out of nowhere, she smiles broadly and sweeeeeeeeeeetly opines that I speak excellent spanish. I give her my usual disclaimer when I receive that unwarranted compliment, which is by now a practiced laugh line. She laughed. She initiates further conversation and I'm starting to wonder. Ultimately she extends her hand over the counter and introduces herself - says that I am charming and funny. How odd for a farmacista to behave so with an old fatass gringo like me. I drive away without giving it another thought because I've been through everything TJ has to offer on both sides of the puta line and I have been trying to keep everything as simple as possible.

So when I returned the following late Sunday night on my way out of TJ to see if they had stocked my medicine, I had no thought of her being there...I didn't think she'd be working both Wed afternoon and Sunday late night. This time the long counter which accommodates a dozen or more simultaneous transactions was reduced to 4 workers and no other customers.

I drove in and exited the car and noticed a very adorable young clerk eyeing me intently - like Elizabeth in HK. Being that she was the cutest of the clerks, I floated over to her station and ordered my medicine - I am never totally disengaged from the process of admiring an attractive young woman. She came back with it and offered some questions in furious rapid fire Spanish. I responded as I do whenever I get no quarter with Spanish in TJ - "No hablo espaņol". My Spanish is fine for what I want to say but I have trouble keeping up with what comes back to me from the natives. Now this adorable clerk looks at me cross eyed and scrunches up her cute face and says in Spanish that of course I speak Spanish since we spoke at length a few days ago. Do I not remember her????

Well Holy Makeover, it was Rosario of course and I totally had not recognized her with her hair now flowing free, a slightly lighter color, next to no makeup, and looking years younger then she had during the first encounter - and of course even prettier without the makeup and severe hairstyle. Another humiliation but I'm used to this as I often fail to recognize a chica following a makeover. I apologized profusely and told her how happy I was to see her again, and we went off into quite an open and extended flirtation.

When the transaction was completed her phone number was written on the receipt. and placed in the bag. A few minutes later before I crossed the border I made another brief stop for coffee. Before I started up again I thought to do what I always do - remove receipts and packaging from any Mexico purchases I make and integrate them into my luggage as if I'd brought them with me to Mexico - this is less hassle then declaring things like medication. So...you know what happens now, being in my post TJ semi-coma, I thoughtlessly toss the receipt with her phone number!!!!

Driving home I'm thinking she might be something more special then the numerous pointless encounters and nonsensical "relationships" I have had with zona chicas and civilians over the many years. She almost fits my definition of a "peer" - and I'm resolved at this point in my evolution to not get involved with chicas beyond friendship if they aren't what I describe as "peers".

So she's probably mid-20's - too young to qualify for a peer but other mitigating elements. Her worldly style, her sophisticated charm, her apparent command of unaccented English (which she let loose for the first time that night though denying she knows much English) - she had at least some education and discussed near term plans for university and she's no puta so why couldn't it be true? I became very excited about hooking up with her phone number or not, and resolved to seek her out the next trip to TJ.

Next trip was a few weeks later and my nerve was starting to fail plus I had no need to go to the farmacia. It was easy for me to back out of my plans when after 4 days of hardcore mongering, I was reduced to ashes. No energy at all to present myself once again to this chica.

A month later begins this trip. Once again I suspect I'll lose my nerve and be too tired when I finally get around to having a chance to see her. Driving out of TJ on Sunday I thought what the hell and headed for the store. I had written contact info on a business card and resolved simply to hand it to her if she was present IF her fingers were not decorated by a wedding or engagement ring which I had not even thought to check the other times. I pulled into the giant parking lot and she was instantly trained on me and I knew she was excited I was there. I headed for her station and it was a an excited reunion with her recalling my name and everything about our previous encounters. I apologized for losing her number. We spoke for a half hour with her coworkers looking on bug-eyed and unhappy. I hope she has not compromised her job - however it isn't as if they had anything to do as business was less then light. I imagine also that she is as winning to them as she is to me - they must cherish her as well.

I knew right away that this was a done deal and so giving her the contact info was a smooth transition (her confirming all the data out loud with her companeras listening in). I just told her I would be back in a month and hoped we could see each other, and she enthusiastically agreed saying she thought I would never ask when I didn't call and didn't appear for another 2 months. So I departed and headed for the border on Cloud 88 looking far down on Cloud 9.

But it isn't as simple and free of peer problems as I anticipated. Turns out she's only 21, and her English actually is rather limited, though no doubt she'll learn rapidly if she studies as planned. She also has the dumb chica issue of only having "been" with one man in her life - her boyfriend who she hooked up with at 15 and had a baby with just a year and a half ago. The novio grows into a maldito as Rosario matures gracefully into a dignified young woman, snatches the baby and crashes the border - now living in San Diego and married to another chica.

Vamos a ver!

Erip,

Pharmacy techs, video store clerks, strippers from both sides of the border, friends-with-privileges from the Halls of Justice, female law enforcement from you-know-where, from the basement bowels of Beverly Hills Club to scenic heights of Hotel Ticuan, butchers bakers candlestick makers, is there a single woman on earth impervious to your charms?

Please let me represent you. For the standard 15% I'll negotiate a contract with Tecate (or Pacifico if you prefer) to star in an advertising campaign: Erip - Senor Catnip. That shaggy Dos Equis guy (most interesting man in the world, hah!) got nothing on you my man.

Bosco

Bosco, I didn't figure out anything about women until relatively late in life. Now, realistically faced with not too much more damn time remaining for savoring their charms before they put me in diapers and I have to be hand fed, I am motivated and tapping manic energies that I didn't think I possessed in aid of my continuing devolution into a despicable old flirt.

A young gringa tossed me an insult a few years ago - saying I was an older version of Napoleon Dynamite (she tried to mitigate her off the cuff remark by adding..."but in a good way"). But I had not even seen the movie at that time. After seeing it I know what she meant but did not see what could be "good" about it. I would have preferred a "Tao of Steve" comparison! So regardless that I may seem a buffoon in the batters' box - I keep swinging - lots of whiffs and dribblers and weak pop flies, but a few Texas Leaguers fall in now and then.

I'm embarrassed that I posted about the farmacista and especially at the end of an interminable trip report that could have included a number of additional zona norte chica reports and one unhappy misadventure that I didn't get to. But I write TRs as a personal diary to preserve memorable experiences for when I reach my John McCain years, and it struck me when reflecting on this trip that 5 days of most satisfying play with the zona chicas was trumped by a brief promising contact with a civilian.

Btw, if I didn't mention it to you, the "Police Chica" is apparently in desperate trouble with drug addiction - the last chica in the world I would have thought this could happen to.

Amigo,

Neither despicable nor old, you definitely are a world-class flirt!!

Bosco

Love reading your reports. Just wish I had these writing skills. You could probably put together all of your TJ reports over the past 10 years and you would have yourself a nice book and possibly a movie script. Good to see that guys can make mini vacations out of TJ and still manage to have a good time. I have sucha high and unsafe standard for GFE that it becomes a crap shoot whether I have a great time in TJ or not...these days more good than bad.

I since have seen a number of pics with Erip and Claudia dancing....I hear there is a video, and I saw a picture of them on the floor as well

Sampson, seriously you saw a pic of us on the floor? Well not surprised since everybody was flashing away constantly. I have plenty of video of Claudia cavorting around borracha.

Hey, if you could get the pic of us on the floor to my Email I will buy you a cubeta con tostilocos!

Blazers, thanks for the good words but most of my reports these days are just regurgitation at 90 wpm at the keyboard with no thought or editing. I have some writing background so I know how to tell a story and use context and nuance to give it body...actually wouldn't know how to do it any other way and that's why they are so goddamn long. But I know the difference between what I do and publishable writing such as my amigo Matiz does. I do sometimes tell special chicas that I'm going to write a screenplay about my adventures in the zona norte and ask them what actress would they choose to portray them. At first they get all agitated...Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo...as if I'm telling them I'm gonna put their pic up on the internet or report that they like me to finish in their nostrils - until I introduce them to the concept of "fictionalizing" a true story! Then they love to peruse on the question of who should play them in the movies. But actually, I can't think of any pint size morena movie stars who have crossed over into the U.S. market.

"I'd buy that for a dollar!"

great report Erip.. you should be in those dos XX commericals as the most interesting man in the world!
I plan to check out TJ again later in the month.. BTW, have you seen the famous sonia at AB? i saw her last month and read your report and didnt mention anything about her..

Happyboy, last time I saw Sonia - the most interesting muchacha in the world, was in late June or early July, and I had my first session with her in probably more then a year. I don't know if she's around now - I haven't put any time into AB during my last two trips to TJ. It is a good bet that she took the summer off and is back now - she's getting in some schooling so her fall term would be in session now.

I do think you will like Ivanna CC who I described in the report!

Erip,

Outstanding report. Very entertaining. Its been a long time since we had a chance to chat. Next time you are on an extended visit to TJ, message me and I will buy you lunch. I would like to swap some stories about non working girl pickups. I no longer live in TJ, but I work there every day so I still have some strange experiences that you might appreciate.

Batster

Batster, would love to get together for lunch. Just got back from the September extended trip but will do another encampment with plenty of opportunity to get together in October. I'll let you know...perhaps sooner then later if Sampson is willing to divulge whether Claudia will be at the October 11th Fiesta!

Makes me nostalgic to see your handle, but truly these are the best times by far I've ever had in TJ.