(This was posted in the chat section recently so it is sort of an echo. A respected member of the board suggested that I repost it here as a trip report.)

My most recent trip to Brasil (#21) was quite enjoyable but somewhat different. I arrived in rio on the 10th day after a 3.5 hour abdominal surgical operation and two days in the hospital. On my post-op office visit, mysurgeon reminded me that the overall goal for my recovery is do the things that will make me feel better. These words rang in my ears as I left and when I got home I booked a flight to Rio. Going there has always made me feel better and I always try my best to follow my doctor's instructions.
Happily, the beginning of this therapeutic trip to rio coincided with the last couple of days of CH buddy Grinder's trip. He was accompanied by J, DP and few other members of his gang. The boys were showing the effects of two weeks of constant enjoyment of all that rio has to offer. Their concern about my suitability for the stresses of rio was met with my concern about their ability to continue with the pounding. The boys were about done for but fortunately it was nearly time for them to go home. They all survived.

I realized pretty soon that this was going to be a different kind of trip. I typically interview extensively when considering new companions for carnal adventures. This often leads to the women describing the most athletic and physically interactive activities that they specialize in doing. But this trip I had to explain that they cannot do any of that sort of stuff with me, I was way too fragile. PLEASE don't do ANY of that stuff. My normal interview was turned completely upside down.

My first trip to a terma led me to remember what gymnasts many of the ladies there are. I spoke with several that I know and each time I replayed previous experiences in my head that doubtlessley would have seriously injured me. A few years ago, it seems that there was always at least one lady in a terma dressed in a nurses outfit, complete with the hat with a little red cross on it. Any one else remember this? Where are these gals when you need them?

I finally allowed myself to be effectively treated by some delightful ladies that I have enjoyed in the past and who I could trust to thrill me yet give me a reasonable chance to survive the encounter.

I was able to "reunite" with a delightful favorite that I met during my September trip. She was wonderfully sensitive to my needs and limitations. She confessed that this approach to passion was uncharted territory for her but she committed herself to the challenge. Later, she said that she found this type of sex to be somewhat kinky and pleasantly perverse. I asked her to not get to attached to this type of interaction because I do plan to get well.

I also was able to locate and enjoy the company of the legendary "LegsTheWondergirl" who showed me the correct way to enjoy a trip to Sugarloaf. We had lost touch for a while and some Copa garota had told her I had died. Thus it was a tearful reunion but a happy one. I explained that sometimes I look like I have been dead for a while and perhaps that my appearance is what had confused the woman. Legs, always eager to please, agreed that probably is what had happened. (!)

I got to see some CH guys that I have not seen much of in a while. It was great to see CoffeeMaker, Catocony, Gibletpie, Corto and several other familiar faces. Thanks for the laughs, guys.

My energy level eroded quickly so I made this into a shortened trip. I got word that Jag was coming to town soon (which automatically lessened everyone's chances of survival) and his influence on Rio might have been enough to finish me off. I went home sooner than I planned but I managed to do what the doctor ordered, I had done things that made me feel better. I was exhausted, sore as hell and dinged up all over but, as always, rio made me feel better. I think everyone should consider a trip to brasil for recovering from serious health challenges. I am going to submit the entire cost of the trip to Blue Cross.

Snapshot from trip: Grinder, J and I are sitting in front of the Balcony one night about 3am nursing late night drinks and sharing jokes. Suddenly, this very hot yet very 'street' woman ran up to our table and shouted "I WANT TO FUCK ALL OF YOUR VERY LARGE DICKS!". Simultaneously, we all three made "one and one-half inch" signs with our thumbs and forefingers and stated in unison "but we have small dicks!" This threw the gal off her game a bit and the place broke up with laughter. We had never practiced that routine but I am certain that it looked like we had.
Only in rio.

Hey, I've been called many a name, and been accused of many things, but never has someone called me "respected." My reputation is ruined!

Do not take it so tough, Bwana. The very few people who bother to read my posts will probably not assign much cred to my slur on your rep.

Even though I do not think that I have hurt you much I do apologize. I need to remember that is the thought that counts.

Bliss,

I hope you have the P.O.S. coverage with Blue Cross, I just looked in the Provider Directory and could not find any of the Termas! Help has been moved to the HMO column...and TA is definitly not covered.

I am pleased your recovery is going so well.

CFK

Copperfield, I am certain that I have the P.O.S. coverage with Blue Cross. The argument that I had with them last year when I also had surgery led the VP of Customer Relations to call me a "Piece Of Shit". I did not realize until your post that P.O.S. was insurancespeak for "Piece Of Shit".

If I run into any issues with my claim I will ask them to call you to sort things out for me. Are you fairly certain that P.O.S. status with the insurance company brings enhanced benefits?

OK, Bwana, there are two posts from mongers that "respect" you. I contend that garnering respect from souls as these does nothing to deminsh the "Reputation" you have earned and cultivated in the darkend boates downtown. I also think, after this last trip, you have an uncanny ability to leave town at just the right time.
CG

Yep, pawning off a psychopath on your wingman is a tragic and cruel yet funny thing to do.

Cat and CG,

Fuck 'em and leave town..that's my motto!

Yeah, and we were peering out windows and watching rooflines and doorways like we were walking through a rough part of Baghdad. I'm just glad you introduced her to Sporto and not me, although I was a little fearful since I did meet her for a couple of minutes at the apartment one afternoon. That girl's a walking, talking sucubus, just waiting to pounce on her next victim.

I believe Sporto met her before I did, about 3 years ago. I didn't have any problem with her. She just came by to pay for some perfume she asked me to bring her, fucked me (gratis) and left. Now, had I not left for the airport that same day it might have been different. You (and Sporto) will be happy to know she's back in MG.