I have gotten a couple requests on information about Quito Ecuador, so thought I would post this report from my trip last September. Quito is the Capitol City of Ecuador and is located at the foot of an active volcano. It's altitude is approximatly 10,000'
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With only two weeks of vacation per year and a myriad of destinations begging to be visited, it was with much fore thought that I decided to make a return to trip to Quito. I enjoyed myself so much the first time that I thought with that experience, and a little better Spanish (still bad), I couldn't help but have a winning trip.... Another enticement was the fact that the Sucre had gone from 7800 to 11,400 to $1 US since my last trip, thus making an already inexpensive trip---absurdly so. I can afford and will always take quality over price, but previous experience had showed me that there was more than enough quality in Ecuador, and that a cheap trip was just so much icing on the cake.
I had one other objective that had nothing specific to do with Quito. Some one I admire had recommended that I try to slow down and maybe spend two, or three days exploring Ecuador with one Chica......... I know that a semi-relationship is often the objective of many - on such excursions - but I am nothing if not the quintessential loner and find the resulting romantic (imagined or not - no importance) entanglements to be less than conducive to an ideal trip. In fact, I struggle with the over night stay and prefer long day time encounters. That being said, I determined that I would try to spend more time with one Chica should the opportunity arise and my patience hold up... I will no longer bore you with the background, but instead induce your tiny tears with the details that follow.
The five hour trip from Texas was made all the more easy by getting the escape hatch seat, thus allowing me to stretch my legs and relax. They never book these seats in advance, so if you get to the Airport early enough and request it, you should be able to get one. I arrived at Quitos' Hotel Embassy at 11:30 PM on a Monday Night. There was a note from TSMer Andy waiting for me at the front desk. It stated that he would be at Vibrations, or Bandinis and that he had just left a few minutes earlier. I quickly went up to #88 ($24 a night suite), unpacked (sorta), slammed a couple Cuba Libres and walked on down to Vibrations. Vibrations is decidedly on the lower end of Quitos' Night Club spectrum, but being so close to The Embassy, combined with the relaxed atmosphere and the most -anything goes nature of the girls, makes it a good place to get started or unwind....... The selection was better than I expected with a few of the reliable regulars in attendance and some interesting new-comers as well. Anyway, over in a corner was who could only be Andy. He had already reeled in the prize of the lot, a very cute and shy chica who had just started four days earlier. Unfortunately, Andy was to leave at 6 AM the following morning, so we compared notes and swapped tales as quickly as possible, as it was already getting late. It seems Andy was doing about half of South America... I wish he would have been in Quito longer as I really enjoyed his company and he would have made an excellent partner in crime. As the night wore on I decided to pick one of the regulars I had not been with before. Not exactly a Beauty, but she had a very tight and petite body set off with a great smile and a bubbly attitude that suggested a good time to be had. Typically, I would have taken her upstairs for a quick romp, and if things went well, invite her to the Hotel on the following day. This accomplishes two things... If the chica is a dud you aren't stuck with her all night, and secondly, it allows you a chance to get a daytime date with a known chica, whilst avoiding the bar-fine. Since I had earlier determined to break out of my routine, I went ahead and paid the bar-fine and took her to the Hotel. Things went very well and pretty much as hoped. The sex turned raunchy quickly and it made for a nice welcome to Quito. The only draw back was that I only got about 1 hours sleep. When she finally fell asleep I mostly tossed and turned, either not being able to get into a comfortable position or otherwise being restimulated by her warm ass. After a couple hours of this, I woke her up at 7 AM for a nice morning bbbj and sent her on her way with 300,000 Sucres ($27 US at the time). After a couple more hours of trying to sleep I finally gave up (just to excited) and went to the Magic Bean for a very good breakfast and coffee.
Early that afternoon I decided to check out the club on 208 Alamagro, the place of $3 - 15 minute blow job infamy. It was pretty much as "The Stony Bunch" (sorry I couldn't resist) described it. The place was packed with locals (I was the only gringo) and there were maybe 8 chicas. 3 were doable and one in particular only stopped long enough to reapply her lipstick and then back at it. She was so cute that I was sorely tempted, but after a while, the whole thing started to make me queasy (not easily done for this Border Town Dude), so I finished my Pilsner and bailed out...... Still, if your so inclined, I would definitlely check this place out, if not for the spectacle alone.
Next stop that Tuesday Night was Casa Suzana. It was about 10 pm and the guy at the door greeted me warmly with a hand shake and the sad news that only 2 chicas were presently on premises. I decided to pass, as the price (cover charge and drink minimum) vs odds didn't add up. I did enquire about a chica who had been recommended Christina, and was told she had returned to Guayaquil. That sealed the deal and off to Bandinis I went. Only the dumbest of Taxi Drivers wouldn't know where Bandinis is, but mine was beyond dumb. So with RPs' map I attempted to guide his lame ass in the right direction. In the end he dropped me off about 2 blocks from the intended destination, but for him it was a major accomplishment. I was glad to be rid of him and whistled as I walked to Bandinis. There were maybe 10 chicas and only a few customers. After a few Cuba Libres, I tired of running off the pressure hounds and picked out a very hot and quite psychotic chica to be my companion. Things started off beautifully as she seemed quite fresh and had a great sense of humor. She was from Guayaquil, which was no surprise based on my experience, but I went ahead and asked why she worked in Quito. She replied that Quito was very beautiful. I countered that surely Guayaquil was as well, so why was she really here? Her answer was "because you are hear" Ofcourse, she meant this in the broader sense (I hoped) ie this is where the money is. I was starting to pick up some warning signals from her, but was so taken with her beauty and charm that I decided to ask her for a spin upstairs.
When she undressed things still looked very good and then it began. "Why you no take me to Hotel?" Uh, because I need my beauty sleep (desperately) "Can I meet you there tomorrow?" Well, I think so, let's see how things go. "Will you take me out to eat?" Yeah, I guess, let's see how things go. Anyway, after a very average session she began referring to me as her boyfriend and how we should go to Otavalo, or a coastal town together. I told her I had plans for the following day and would maybe see her later that week (not). The last thing she did was ask for my lighter and made as if to set the bed on fire. I wasn't sure what that meant, but wasn't about to stick around to find out. Although my first 2 days in Quito were up and down, they got signicantly better as the week progressed......
Wednesday morning, and no sign of the "Quito High School Marching Band"..... They typically perform in the morning just across the street from Hotel Embassy. On my last trip to Quito they awoke me from a codeine induced dream. Whats that music? It's the fucking Quito High School Marching Band and they're just outside my window. Aaarrrgghhh! Anyway, I suspected they were just playing on my fear, and waiting for the proper, least expected moment, to launch into a two hour rendition of "The National Anthem of Ecuador". I would be ready for them this time.
I chose to have breakfast at the hotel restaurant (guess I'm just set in my ways) and as always, marvelled at how the waiters are so fussy about the place settings... As I ate my breakfast, I watched with endless fascination as two waiters critiqued, readjusted, and generally fussed over the proper linen draping, and place setting of a particular table. Of course, the tables were perfect, yet the service spotty. As I left a sudden and uncontrolable urge to take a fork from that very table over-powered me. I made my way stealthily to a Massage Parlor....
Deciding to try the MP at 1273 Alamgro. I was met at the door and led up the stairs by the so-called madam. With great trepidation I inquired "presenta la chicas" (old joke)? She left for a couple minutes, and returned with about 8 chicas of varying quality. She introduced each by name. I recognized one (I had been with before) and a couple others fit my preference (in such circumstances) being petite, cute, and with nice smiles. However, one clearly stood out from the rest. She was thin, with long legs, c cups. reddish-blond hair, topped off with a black mini skirt and a pretty, if not happy face. Well, what do you want for $7???? Oh yeah, she was from Guyaquil. I have always been pretty happy with the performance of the MP girls in the past and at the very least could get the obligatory bbbj. Still, I expected and initially got a "lets get it over with" attitude from my choice (her unhappy face told the story), so I promised her a $7 tip (very sorry guys), if she would perk up, and get with the program...... She wiped off her lipstick, started kissing me and then went down for a good albeit short bbbj. After a few different positions, I finished up with the old favorite; me standing at the side of the bed and her in the doggy position. I like the traction gained from standing and of course, the view ain't bad either. I have to give my first MP visit (this trip) a mixed review and will probably go back to taking the second, or third best of any given group, given they are acceptable.
My next move was to try and acquire a little culture ( not easily done in my case ), as I had a cab driver take me on a tour of Old Quito. We went to most of the hot-spots, and he would drop me off for a few minutes as I got out and took pictures. I must say that I was quite taken with the architecture and beauty of some of the old Spanish buildings. I found that some of them compared favorably to what I had seen in Italy and Germany. We drove down the road that has brothels and clubs up and down each side. It was bristling with activity, but the cab driver kept repeating "muy peligroso" (very dangerous). Rufus had indicated as much and I hadn't planned to try it. Still, it might have been worth a try had I asked the driver to join me. Hmmmmmm.
All in all, it was a very interesting trip, and highly recommended. The total fare was 58,000 suc ($5). So I gave him 75,000 suc for the trouble, and the directions to the elusive Techo Rojo. That night I decided no time like the present, and made out for (the now almost mythical) Techo Rojo which Ho Boy had spoke so highly of. It is about a 30 minute drive north and most cab drivers do not know where, or of its existence. So with sketchy directions the cab driver (who seemed to recall it) and I began the search. We actually made it there with no problem, though you would never suspect it for what it is from the street. There was a long stucco fence with numerous gated entrances and a guy with a stocking cap waving to me. I was very leery about being left out here with this guy and no other sign of life, but felt I had come too far to turn back now. I steeled my nerves, waved the driver good by, and followed the suspicious looking guy thru one of the gates. To my considerable relief it led to a very nice two story house, set below street level.
The inside of the house (brothel) was quite nice with a long curved bar at the back. I only saw three chicas sitting at the bar, but they all looked good, so I assumed a neutral position amongst them... No sooner than I sat down, did one of the three move next to me. Ordinarily I prefer to choose but she looked so good I decided to see how things played out. She was from (you guessed it) Guyaquil and was wearing a see through top that revealed a luscious and perfectly proportioned set of tits. She was quite pretty and I guess you could say I was taken with her, ahem, charm.
We had a few drinks as we cuddled, kissed, and got to know each other. After about an hour at the bar we retired to a room upstairs..... It was very nice, with a king size bed and a spotless bathroom, and shower. My chica started doing a seductive strip show as I lay back on the bed smoking a cigarette and admiring her fine technique. Eventually, she got down to her little black panties and joined me... Without going into details; we spent a very leisurely and passionate hour or more in la cama..... Afterwards she seemed in no hurry to leave and agreed to pose for some pictures. I played Playboy photographer wannabe and posed her in some rather dubious positions... She asked me where and how long I was staying in Quito, and if she could come see me? I eagerly agreed and asked cuanto que? She acted offended and said no charge as she wanted to go out on a date... After finding my jaw some where on the first floor we ironed out the details and agreed to meet at The Embassy 1 pm that Saturday for lunch, the Cinema, and what ever. Saturday was still three days away and I figured I'd believe it when I lived it, but what the hell, this could be sweet.......
OK, here's the details on Techo Rojo. It is not cheap by Quito standards and I compounded the problem by making a couple (shoulda known better)mistakes. The cost for la chica was 700,000 suc. 200,000 of which went to the house (I think). I was some how expecting the price to be higher, so did'nt negotiate, that was mistake 1. You might be able to get a better price.... My biggest mistake was not asking in advance how much the drinks were (very stupid), They socked me for 210,000 suc for three drinks. I think I got scammed on this and if not, I would'nt advize going there to drink. Grand total for the evening was about $81 US....... The phone # is 474190. The address (as written on the business card) is Casa Blanca 6 Puertas Negras. It is just off Av. Diego Vasquez. A few final thoughts on Techo Rojo-- I think 8 to 10 chicas work there, 5 of which I saw. They were all good looking, and a couple real stand-outs, but Club 515 and Extasis has a broader selection, some of which match up to Techo Rojos' best. One cab driver summed up Techo Rojo as "muy tranquillo" and I found that to be fitting.
Thursday was a weird day. I was feeling kinda stupid about not arranging the date with the chica from Techo Rojo for the next day, but there were so many places I hadn't been to yet that I didn't want to find myself tied down (story of my life). I made a trip to the MP on 270 La Nina (my 1st this trip), and took a strangely Egyptian looking chica from the line up. At first she seamed hesitant, but warmed up nicely when I told her all I wanted was a bbbj to completion (doesn't seem like to much to ask
). I had luckily stumbled upon her area of expertize. The experience was top-notch as I lay back in a hedonistic haze... Like many of the other girls, she wanted to visit the Hotel. This is not because I'm desirable, but so they can have the opportunity to make more money, and get the fuck out a little. I took her phone number, and did in fact have her visit me a couple days later. Cost was $7. It has been said that Thursday night is the best time for Club 515, so I made my way there about 10:30 pm. This was a complete turn around from my last visit with RP. There were no less than 50 chicas, and many were exceptional. I took a standing spot in the back and surveyed the selection with a critical eye. I was determined to not be rushed and make the best choice possible. Unlike last time, I felt no real pressure from the chicas, as many would walk by saying hola, or partake in a little playful grab-ass. When one seemed hesitant to move on, a simple "no companera por favor" sufficed nicely. I finally settled on a shy, but very pretty blond that kept looking away when I caught her looking at me. I bought her and her friend (guardian) a drink, and attempted to separate the two. Finally she suggested we take a table (about the time I was having second thoughts). Turns out she was only 18 and this was her first week at 515. She was from Gu "ahh fuck it, you already know". Ordinarily I would relish the chance to break in one such as this, but after about 30 min. of small talk, I knew I had made a bad choice. She mostly sat erect, hands folded, looking fearful. I envisioned myself in the room with her as she crossed herself, closed her eyes, and turned into a statue.
At this point I did something that should forever cement my place in "The Mongers Hall of Shame" .... I desperately wanted to take one of the other beautiful, less inhibited chicas, but couldn't bring myself to do so in my companions presence (she seemed so fragile). Instead, I thanked her for her company and begged out due to the late hour. I did in fact have an early trip to Otavalo scheduled the following morning, but that was just a weak excuse. So here I am with only one week to get as much pussy as possible, and 515 is rocking; What do I do? Well, the same thing I do back home. Get something to eat, and go to bed... The old saw " if you can't get a bitch, get a burrito" never rang so true. Truly blasphemous. I took some Paracodina (that I had got at the pharmacy next to Hotel Embassy) before I went to sleep, in a last ditch effort to invoke the Marching Band. I was tired of looking over my shoulder waiting for their untimely appearance and thought this would surely work; as it did last time. As expected, my dreams were intense, but I awoke only to the ring of the telephone and the news that my taxi was waiting for me downstairs. The trip to Otavalo was a beautiful and sometimes harrowing experience as we traversed very narrow roads on the edges of mountains. Ecuador has a truly varied and fascinating landscape. Once there, I loaded up on gifts, goodies and mementos at Otavalos' market. It was good to get out of my routine and mingle with the natives. At one point, on the way back, Ervin drove straight through a meadow and up to a lake that was bordered by Mountains and yet another volcano. If not for the Indians gathering reeds on one side of us and the ubiquitous sheep eyeing me like the trespasser I was, I would have sworn I had been transported back to the Italian Alps.
That night I decided to check out Extasis as I had never been there before. I arrived about 10pm and things were pretty slow. There were maybe 10-12 chicas with what looked to be about the same quality ratio as 515. I took a seat at what I guess would be the main bar (there were a few different rooms with bars) near the guy who seems to do nothing but keep tabs on the monetary goings-on of the club. Over the next hour, more and more chicas filtered in. I drank Cuba Libres and talked to my appointed waiter for the evening. His name was Henry and he spoke enough English to let me get out of my Es Spanol mode for awhile. I had my eye on a chica who Henry said was from Cali Colombia (it has quite the reputation for beautiful women). From her smoldering good looks I found it easy to believe. Just as I was about to take the plunge, another guy moved in..... Damn if timing ain't everything.... No sooner had this happened than a newly arriving chica sat a few seats down from me. I swear on a stack of the "most cynical archived reports" that this chica was awesome. It would not be hyperbole to suggest that even Catherine Zeta-Jones would take another spin in the make-up room were they in the same vicinity.
I quickly moved to the seat next to her and bought her a drink. She surprised me by ordering a whisky. Not your typical lady drink, but this was not your typical lady... As we were talking a couple other guys tried to pick her up, but she would send them away. I asked her how much for a spin upstairs and braced myself for the worst. I thought she said 600,000 suc. for one hour and got out my calculator to show her the amount. She quickly said no, took it from my hands and punched out 610,000 suc. (about $46 at the time) Unbelievable..... I expected to pay an additional room charge, but that turned out to be the total amount. I was not expecting the most passionate of sex due to her great beauty and composed demeanor at the bar, but she surprised me (yet again) by softly brushing her lips on mine and then moving on to the roll of 'best girlfriend I wish I ever had'. I had a real problem..... I wanted her for the rest of my trip, but had the chica from Techo Rojo supposedly coming over the following afternoon for our date. So with great reluctance, I took her phone number (rather than bar-fine her) and extracted the promise that she would spend Sunday, my last day in Quito with me. Well,,,,,, you already know what happened, don't cha? Yup, the chica from Techo Rojo never showed and I was left with shinola and another lesson that I shall forever replay on the "what I should of done" stage of life. I could not get hold of "best girlfriend I wish I ever had" that Sat so went back to 270 La Nina for a little comfort from the bbbj queen. I invited her to the Hotel that night and made the best of my dwindling hours in Quito. Thankfully, Sunday went as good as I could possibly hope, but was oh so bittersweet. I had fallen hard (very unlke me) and now that I had someone I wanted to spend the rest of my trip with, my time had run out.......
A few final thoughts -
I had planned for this to be my final trip to Quito, as I want to explore other destinations and get precious little vacation time, but now I'm not so sure.
I like the hippy-dippy subculture in Quito.
Every girl I was with, except one, was from Guyaquil.
The Quito Marching Band never showed up
Many are left with the impression that there is something below the surface - untapped - after their visit to Quito. I cannot confirm this, but get the same "it's right in front of my face, but I can't see it" feeling.
Quito is no longer a secret sex destination and I noticed a certain hardening in the MP girls.
Though Quito will never be confused with Brazil or Cuba, I firmly believe there is something for everyone and no shortage of hot chicas.
Consider working out before you go to Quito. It will help you deal with the altitude.
Internet cafes are everywhere and dirt cheap.
There are just too many clubs and MPs to see them all....
Abscence of touts is refreshing.
Quito is Cool.