Guys,

I don't know that this will turn out to be a full blown trip report but I just felt compelled to write about my visit, last night, to La Isla - above El Poblado.

Yes I am in Colombia again - and so soon after my visit to Cali last November. Some of you may have read "ChicaChaser in Colombia" already. Jimena being the main event on that trip.

This time I landed in BOG - March 5th - and have until April 10th to wander about. Might do Quito and/or Peru - if I find a chica to travel with gratis.

Now in Medellin, this is really only (for now at least) about my visit to La Isla last night - and how a certain staffer impressed.

When I was here in '08 I'd enjoyed Fase Dos and it was there that I was heading when I asked the taxi driver if there were other clubs like Fase Dos; like... as in of similar size and quality. La Isla, he said, was bigger and nicer, and 13,000 instead of 8,000 (to Fase Dos) to get there.

It was a long long drive from the Calle 70 area I'd taken a hotel in. I had my GS3's GPS going along the way and when we started climbing the mountain above El Poblado the thought flitted through my mind that maybe he was taking me to a private place to aquire my it - and whatever money I had on me. (He was a young guy and not as openly friendly as most drivers I've ridden with).

Before long we arrived at Kilometro Cinco and La Isla (CH Link). The first thing that impressed was the view from the mountainside - the first of three or four increasingly higher viewpoints. There are roadside patio sets and small(?) food sellers so in the daytime it would be a nice place to eat and enjoy a panoramic view of Medellin.

La Isla, as the driver said, is much bigger than Fase Dos (CH Link). He had trouble finding the entrance in fact - driving further and further around the building until we spotted it.

The entrada was only 10K but they allowed me to look inside before entering - through a less than a foot square caja(?) hole.

What I could see from that hole reminded me very much of Fase Dos; it's stage I mean. It didn't look very busy for near midnight on a Friday but, hell, for 10K I wasn't going to book for Fase Dos just yet.

The male staffers near the door greeted me warmly; the women, scattered around the huge and high ceiling-ed bar were attractive and pretty much stationary - except for the few that were shaking it just cause they're the type that can't just stand there when music is playing.

The main stage is catwalk like and there's plenty of black leather (or vinyl) sofas all around it - plus an elevated area to the left, for sure, and maybe to the right.

Though warmly offered to be seated I opted to elbow the bar and scan the prey. (Or was I the prey?) A Smirnoff was 20K. I don't like beer so I've no idea what it costs.

I asked a male staffer what the girls cost. 185K including the girl and room. La Multa (exit fee) was 180K plus whatever the girl wanted. (That makes no sense to me. I'd gladly pay 50K - being that the bar is a magnet for hotties - but a near 200K finder's fee? No thanks). It goes without saying that if I was going to have sex it would be onsite - and for only 40 minutes. :-(

I like a good strip show so I would not have minded just sitting and watching the peelers but, really, my eyes mostly kept scanning for a novia temporada.

The only annoying thing about La Isla is that, just like Fase Dos, the dancers circle the room after their two or three song streep teeze, and ask for a propina. I wouldn't mind if I was actually watching them. Still I think it's bad policy to allow it - even if tipping them is voluntary. I dug through my memory of recently learned, via Pimsleur audio, how to say that I haven't been watching the dancers. "No estuve mirando las bailarinas," That worked well enough but none left with a smile.

Within ten minutes of scanning I spied a cutie sitting along the bar. Noticing that the ladies room was past her I decided it would serve two purposes to move to the other end of the bar... I could check her out as I walked by, and then watch the traffic as the girls head to and leave el bano.

Juliet, as she called herself, looked cool and indifferent - Blackberry in hand - as I passed her. She was so cute though I just had to talk to her. Immediately she perked up and was very pleasant to talk to. At nineteen years young she was probably one of the younger girls there - and her 200K price and very cute face reflected that. I liked what I saw and heard so I wasn't going to quibble about 15K extra - even though she said, not surpringly, that the sucking would be with condom. She did agree to ball licking and sucking and did that very well. Hell even her CBJ was above par as she went nearly all the way down on my six inch but fat little friend.

Before we hit the room I commented that her lolas (tits) were natural. In Fase Dos that seemed to be the exception; in La Isla I didn't get a close enough look at the other twenty or thirty girls to offer an opinion.

Anyway at that comment she popped one out and its pesone looked very nice. Darkish, silver dollar sized, with pencil rubber sized nipples. Juliet, by the way is white and petite, with smallish naturales. She had somewhat exotic makeup on - which I liked very much.

While at the bar I informed her we'd be going upstairs but that first, at my age, I had to pop a pill and wait a bit. At that we moved to a comfortable sofa and she snuggled up against me - and asked for a drink. I agreed to a 25K one that turned out to be 23K.

While we waited I found out she's a genuine Paisa and had a boy at age 17. The boyfriend, of course, left her with a child to raise. (This is an important point for those that like to try to interest a girl in being with them on their "dia libre," (Sunday). She, of course, needs time with her family and child so declined that offer. We did exchange numbers though and maybe she will meet me before work one day - if I call her.

Back to the room action report...

As I already mentioned, Juliet's CBJ was above par - especially when I reminded her to look at me now and then with those sexy eyes of hers. She flicked her beautifully pink little tongue on the tip and, only after I reminded her, went for the baggage. Once there though she licked and sucked con gusto.

Beforehand, while I was washing my little friend in the sink, she waited fully (and skimpily) clothed. I told her to - wanting a little strip tease before el sexo. On that count too she delivered very nicely - moves matching the rhythm; high heeled shoes still on; hands, at times, against the wall while she shook her booty. Then she stepped up onto the bed and danced above me. By then having only panties and bra on. They came off pretty quickly and I motioned for her to lower her coci(?) to my mouth. She did and gyrated somewhat on my tongue. Had I had more time I would have tried to get her off with it but I cut my licking short at less than five minutes.

El sexo was good. It would have been great if my little friend maintained attention post BJ. I commented to her that it was hard then but losing interest now. At that she casually took him in her mouth again - and then, again at my suggestion, licked and sucked mis bolas. That woke the little guy up again and in I went.

After pounding her doggie for only five to ten minutes I was running short on breath and asked if I could cum on her tits. She agreed, unlike the cutie I had Bogota - out of Troya, in (dangerous) Santa Fe - for 200K for four hours. She'd insisted I cum in the condom.

Surprisingly to me, and only after a good deal of my and her saliva was used, I jacked off pretty quickly - mainly onto her tummy. While jacking I asked, as best I could in my better but still too limited Spanish, to pretend that she wanted my leche in her mouth; to lick her upper lip and say she wanted it there. She did and, when I neared climax, put out her pink tongue as requested. At that, out came more than my usual amount of leche. I did ask, while directing her, if I could cum in her mouth but, not surprisingly, she sweetly refused.

While cleaning up she commented that I must watch a lot of peliculas porno - I guess cause I had asked if I could cum in her mouth or on her face. I answered that "Todos hombres mirar las peliculas pornos," (Especially when they're older and they've had plenty of time to do so).

Surprisingly, to me, we still had ten minutes remaining. No pre-forty minute knock or ring had happened. Plenty of time to exchange numbers.

The room, by the way, was somewhat big and appeared clean. Brightly lit too. Better than any cabina I've been in in Rio - and in better condition that the similarly clean and bright rooms I was in last November - in La Clinica de Doctor Amor in Cali.

This reminds me... the bars's men's room is impressively large, brightly lit, and clean too - with four(?) two tapped sinks. If memory serves, at Fase Dos you pee while standing behind a shoulder high wall; everyone can watch you face it while you take a leak.

Overall La Isla, while pricey, impressed. What impressed most though it what was yet to happen - and, truthfully, THE event that caused me to post this. It involved a heart stopping, "How could I be so stupid?" moment with my GS3.

In the room Juliet answered my query about whether she too danced on the stage. Yes, and she'd find out when when we were back in the bar.

While she went to change I sat on a sofa and took my GS3 out of the zippered jacket pocket I'd been continuously, tediously, removing it from and replacing it in. This time however, I decided to save the trouble and rest it on my leg - covered by my jacket. (A $600 to $700 phone down here should not be flashed about - though with the data I have for it here it's too damned useful to stay long in my pocket). I made a mental note to remember it was simply resting on my leg; to pick it up if I got up - either to leave or move closer to the stage.

It was getting late and really was about to leave - when Juliet walked out in a sexy little outfit that, oddly, reminded me of Snow White - in skimpy but similarly colored clothing.

At that I quickly rose and moved right next to the stage. She danced well for two or three songs and proved to be well worth the (short) wait. As promised, I did tip her. 10K and she was quite pleased with it - especially having seen me blow off all the three previous girls that, truthfully, I hadn't been watching - preferring to look at Juliet while she snuggled me.

She asked if I wanted to sit for a bit but I said that, really, I should get to sleep. She, still topless by the way, gave me a sweet peck on the cheek and agreed she'd go out during the day with me "por una comida buena," We'll see if she's good to her word - if I call her. Jimena, from my November report, is back in Medellin and I hope to spend more quality time with her - in and out of the sack.

Moving toward the door I performed my compulsive habit of patting my pockets and realized I didn't have my phone on me!!! At that my mind reeled; my heart raced, my mood went south; Waaaay south. I knew exactly where it should have landed on the floor when I'd risen rapidamente to move closer to the stage. It wasn't there - and there were plenty of hungry chicas milling about.

I frantically searched for it - even returning to the seat near the stage. How it would fall from my leg and skitter thirty feet around furniture I don't know - but I was desperate and frantic to find it. You'd have done the same.

Returning to wear I'd been sitting I proceeded to slip my fingers under the sofa and others nearby. Really, in my heart, I knew I'd probably never see my beloved GS3 again. $600 was Gone Baby Gone! And the gold museum photos; the trip expenses file - though it was saved to Dropbox; the GPS Google Mapping; the handy access to Booking.com, TripAdvisor, email... everything. All was lost - or so I thought.

Then one of the male staffers walked up to me and asked what I was doing on my hands and knees on the floor; what I was looking for. I told him "Mi telefono," He, it turned out, knew full well what I'd been searching for and removed it from his pocket - informing me that it had been "en el piso,"

Thank Dios an honest hombre had found it. What were the odds? What with so many chicas outnumbering the staff. I heartily thanked him; went to the bathroom to remove money from my hiding spot; and returned to hand him 20K. He enthusiastically thanked me and we shook hands in two or three ways - and did the knuckle to knuckle man thing. I patted him on the shoulder and thanked him warmly for his honesty.

Whew!!! I should have asked his name and given him 50K - or even 100K. He could have easily kept a phone worth ten times that.

Props to that staffer. Is he typical of them all? I'd like to think so but, well, quien sabe?

Just checked into an apartment in El Poblado. At about $55.00 per night it's incredible. By far the nicest apartment I've rented - ever. It's a studio but spacious and has a king sized bed and one and a half bathrooms!

The building is 5 years old and, of course, has 24/7 security at the door.

I've just finished shooting fotos of it - before unpacking my stuff. I booked for only two days before seeing it in person, via Booking.com (Apartment Filter), but now, well, I will very likely stay one week - or more. It'll be hard to leave actually.

Fotos will be uploaded when I get a chance. In the meantime here's the listing I trusted. Not the same studio but indicative of the quality...

Note that, unless admin fixes these links, it looks as though you'll have to copy and paste them into your browser.

http://www.booking.com/hotel/co/medellin-corporate-stays-antioquia.en-us.html?sid=cf4601a084f9c8bb364a7299841ebbbc

By the way did I mention that the flight from BOG to MDE, booked via Lan.com only four hours prior to takeoff, came to just $69? Is that a sign of things to come?