Originally posted to Redsnake in Jan 2000

Auguascalienties Trip Report

My novia went to visit her sisters in Augascalienties just before the New Year. She planned to stay for several weeks in order to take advantage of that city's proximity to a clinic in Mexico City that specialized in the problem of her 12 year-old son. Being one hour away by air made it possible for her to make several trips for his treatments. I had made one trip down there over New Year's, but after three weeks I needed some "companionship", so we planned another trip for me.

Auguascalienties is a small city an hour north of León or about one hour by air northwest of Mexico City. It is clean and well maintained with well-paved streets, regular city bus service and a large Nisson factory. There is the traditional square downtown with the cathedral and Governor's palace, now a museum. But really nothing else for the typical tourist.

I arrived late last Friday night at the sister's house only to discover that Wendy was not there. Seems the doctor gave orders for the kid to stay over the weekend to receive therapy and see the doctor again on Monday. So Saturday I changed my ticket to next plane back to LAX. Unfortunately that was for 7AM Sunday.

There I was, stuck in the heart of Mexico on a Saturday night with free time, money in my pocket and no girlfriend in town. What to do? Find some putas of course!

A conversation and a green handshake with the hotel's Butónes got things started. He said he would find me some action. Soon Butónes, a taxi driver and myself were discussing options. They were trying to find me some classy in-call type arrangement when I asked, "Were do the locals go?" Well, they all go to Las Violtas, but that place is very, pues, muy Mexicano. "Perfecto," I cried, hoping in the taxi. "Vamos!" On the way I asked the taxi-driver about the local legal situation on prostitution. He said while it was not illegal, this is a conservative town so things are kept low visibility and outside the city limits.

We headed to the Southeast corner of the city, then started down a road past a sign indicating that the municipal cemetery was two km ahead. About another km past the cemetery, the road ended at a walled compound, with an unpaved parking lot in front of the entrance guarded by a small police station. It was 10:30 when we arrived.

Not knowing what the availability of taxis would be later, I asked the taxi-driver to wait for me, it would probably be several hours before I returned. I entered the gate at the same time as several locals. We were all directed into the front room of the police station where we were frisked for weapons before being allowed to enter.

I decided to first conduct a quick recon of the compound to get an idea of what was available. It consists of about two blocks, with the three streets laid out like a squat letter H with the gate and police post at the bottom of the left-hand upright. The buildings consisted almost excessively of bars and night-clubs with one grungy dinner called "El Conejo" near the center and a small store off in a corner. About a third of the clubs were closed and boarded up, usually those off in the perifery. Surprisingly, there were not very many customers about. I was advised that nothing really started happening until after 1AM.

Next I started a systematic survey of the talent bar by bar. At first, all I saw was the worst collection of old, scanky, over-painted whores I have ever seen. It was frightening. The only place with a crowed was a bar with live music called the "Indio Bar." It had a very load and very out of tune live band blasting out appropriate music for an audience consisting of camposinos, rancharos , and short, well-rounded tarts. The place had a layout I was to find typical. It has a bar on one side, band or DJ booth opposite, booths or tables along the sides with a dance floor in the middle. And in the back corner, a door leading to the "rooms." While the ladies in this establishment tended towards a more Mexican idea of pultritud, there was one semi-cute gal with hair down to her knees. I continued my survey.

The best bars in the compound seemed to be a few in the center. There was one extremely crowded place that was packed so tightly you can hardly move about, and dark as the bottom of a mine shaft. Soon I realized these places operated much like the Tropical in TJ. The ladies seem to make money usually dancing with only the occasional trip out back. If you were setting in one of the chairs next to the dance floor and a chica came up to you and said she want to sit down, you were to vacate your seat. They were not even polite about it, just "Quero sentarse" and you better move.

The nicest collection of ladies was in a round shaped nightclub on the center street. There were three or four that I would rate as between 7-9 (never saw anything above a 9 all night). But they were kept constantly busy dancing. The best never got to leave the dance floor before they were grabbed again. One tall blond with white hip-boots was held captive by a single guy. Every three dances she would stop, and he would fork over some more money and then they would resume. Then there was the old short camposeno complete with mustache and beat-up old straw cowboy hat, slow dancing while pressed up hard against a tall redhead with big pechos. She was much taller than he so his head was right up against those half exposed Ds. There was a look of bliss on his face while a full head higher she gazed straight over his head with a look of complete boredom.

Down one street, there were a few doors that opened directly into cribs. The ladies would stand in their doorway calling out as you passed by. I approached one to check it out. Closer examination made it clear that this was no "lady" and I backed out of there fast.

While all this anthropology was interesting, it was not doing anything for my need. Having been out of circulation the last two years because of my arrangement with Wendy, and having been an AB type guy, I was not having much luck getting one of the few top girls. A number of others had been making an occasional approach, but none that generated any heat for me. I was beginning to get discouraged, when I passed one of the small bars with no band, only a juke box and a couple of girls. One caught my eye. A cute moreno about 5'1" 110 lbs with solid B-cups and enough eye makeup to put an Egyptian queen to shame. She was also slightly buck-toothed, but only enough to be cute.

We saddled up to the bar and I bought her a drink (30 pesos and it was real tequila) and we started talking. Her name was Veronica. She has a five year-old girl and a house in Mexico City, but she is originally from Tabasco. Up close I could see she was younger that you would think with the ton of makeup. She was polite, friendly and never brought up if I wanted sex so I finally admitted that this was my first time in Las Violtas, so I was not sure how things work. She informed me that "total sexo" was 200 peso and that was for 30 minutes including the room. Shades of West Fargo! I could not pass this up.

Off we went though the back down out into a small courtyard with about a dozen rooms surrounding it. She unlocked her personal room. It was about 10x10 with a closet and bathroom. She started off with a BBBJ that was the best I can remember. She kept at it tirelessly for the next 40 minutes non-stop except to handle the 30 minute knock. The finish was exquisite, and she cuddled up afterwards and asked the expected "¿estas casarse?" and "¿Tenes ejos?" questions and said I was her first guero. When I explained that I had been "left planted" by my novia, she expressed outrage and told me I could do better. Something to keep in mind, especially considering the quality of the BJ. She also volunteered that she was available for all-nighters at my hotel.

At this point it was 3:30, with my plane leaving 3.5 hours. So after a few kisses goodbye, I was out the door and heading for the gate. Now the parking lot was full of taxis waiting for customers so I didn't really need to have mine wait. He collected me before I was carried off by a competitor and we returned to my hotel. Total fare for both ways plus 5 hours waiting time was 450 pesos. I figure that was the gringo price but I was too tired to negotiate, so I paid it.

Augasclienties is not a tourist destination, only a typical small city in Mexico. But even here it is possible for the experienced monger with Spanish skills to have a very good time.

I liked your report. I want to go to Augasclienties and hope to meet a young chica that will treat me right. One of my nicest memories is of a chica in TJ at a smaller bar, from Auga. We drank about 6 beers together. I don't know if she usually went up to the room, but we did, and had a memorable time. She was only there 2 weeks, left, and has not returned. I saw her twice. The 2nd time she just stayed the night, although it was only 11 PM. I've thought about going to Auga and trying to find her.

Thanks for the report.

It's "Aguascaliente"!

Explorer writes-It's "Aguascaliente"!

No. It's Aguascalientes.

BTW why not give 'tu idolo' West Fargo a hand with his spelling?