I knew Wayne vaguely through work eight or nine years ago—then we discovered that we were going to be in Rio at the same time. We agreed to meet there, and realized that we had certain tastes in common. Wayne is less of a hard-core monger than I am; he prefers to just start talking to women and see what happens. He has lots of game, so he has a pretty good track record with making things happen, even if he doesn’t speak the language.
We hooked up in Rio one more time, and then one day I called Wayne and said, “I’d like to go to Rio in a couple of weeks, are you interested in coming?” He said that wouldn’t be possible, because he was going to Thailand to see his girlfriend. I thought, gee, I’ve never been to Thailand, and I ended up going along with him. And that was the beginning of my affair with Southeast Asia. Thanks, Wayne.
Now, seven years later, Wayne is recently divorced from his Thai wife, and ready for adventure. He knew of my trips to Columbia in the past couple of years, and how much fun I had. He’s a very good salsa dancer, and had his eye on going to Columbia for some time. I finally got to a point in my business where I could get away, so I made my reservations and advised Wayne to make the same reservations. He jumped at the chance.
Although I had never stayed at the Medellin Mansion (CH Link), I thought that would be a good place to stay since Wayne speaks no Spanish and my own Spanish is minimal for helping a wingman, even after Pimsleur I-III several times through. I had had no problems in Columbia myself on four previous visits, but was a little concerned after I had been outed to the widow of a presumed narcotrafficante; the Mansion seemed safe. I had read many trip reports on this site that gave me an idea of what to expect in terms of easy access to chicas. Plus, a friend had spoken highly of the Mansion and the friends he had made there, so I thought I’d try it.
My plan was to spend three nights in Medellin, and then go to Cartagena for a week. Shopping Spirit Airlines, I found a cheap fare: $217 from LAX to MDE, plus $80 to upgrade to an exit row seat on the two legs of the flight and check a bag. Wayne didn’t make his reservations for a couple of days, and ended up paying about $50 more. I reserved a return trip with frequent flyer miles on United. First class, a bargain at 35K miles. Flights from MDE to CTG left quite frequently during the day so it was no problem finding a convenient time for about $90 on Avianca.
With the timing determined by flight prices/availability, I made reservations at the Mansion, and contacted Juan Ventura in Cartagena to rent one of his apartments. Since Wayne is a high-end type of guy, he opted for Juan’s best apartment: a two-level penthouse with a Jacuzzi on the balcony, right in the Laguito.
The flight down was uneventful, fortunately. Spirit had upgraded its Fort Lauderdale facilities since the last time I flew with them several years ago. This time, they were in a real airport terminal, which actually had some facilities. I caught a little sleep on the flight from LAX, and a little more fitful sleep in the terminal before our flight left, after a 4½ hour layover (what we won’t do for a low-priced flight).
One of the flight attendants was a real hoot. Among the more memorable portions of his shtick, he parodied Spirit’s reputation for charging for everything. When the oxygen mask drops down, he said, “You have to run your credit card here (and he ran a credit card along a seam in the overhead console) before you can get any oxygen.” Of course, everyone laughed.
A driver from the Mansion picked us up. Wayne took forever to come out through customs; he got engaged in conversation with one of the passengers waiting for luggage—he has a tendency to do that. Eventually, he emerged from customs, and we were off, diving through the green countryside to Hotel Medellin Plaza, as it now calls itself.
We were welcomed by Alexa, the manager, and shown our rooms. On the recommendation of one of my buddies, I took Room 11 by the pool. After actually seeing other rooms the next day, I wanted a different room, and was able to move into Room 6, but just for the next night, as it was booked for my third night there. Not that there was anything wrong with Room 11, I just liked the more spacious 6 better; it had a balcony. The staff was accommodating in moving my heavy suitcase between rooms, which made the moves easy.
After showering and unpacking, I went outside to the pool. Several guys and chicas were sitting there. A couple of the chicas looked good, but they were engaged; one hot one in particular was with a guy who looked a bit familiar. A little later, I talked with him and discovered that we had met in Rio years before. Elgrancombo was the only other Hombre staying there.
We sat around the pool for a while, decompressing from the trip and talking with the guys (mostly the guys—the girls were either with someone or seemed involved with each other or their cellphones). That was the beginning of the fellowship that my buddy Av8tr had recommended as one of the advantages of staying there. I ended up making friends with one guy in particular. Talked with him a lot during the downtime, a great guy from the Midwest. It was great to have guy friend to shoot the bull with, as I can’t fuck 24/7 (any more).
Wayne and I went out to look around and get some provisions for the rooms. There was a supermarket a couple blocks down, and we bought what we needed, hitting an ATM on the way. I found that ServiBanc gave 760,000 pesos, and became an instant loyal customer. And later, Schwab reimbursed me for the fees (thanks, Sancho or whichever Hombre gave that tip)—I had opened an account with them specifically to take advantage of that perk.
After returning, we found that the pool area had cleared out, and we were hungry. It was dinnertime, so we went down the street to the first shopping center just a couple blocks down, and walked into what looked like a big open bar right inside the entry. It turned out to be a pretty good restaurant, and I had a delicious steak dinner for a not-too-reasonable price. As I mentioned, Wayne is a high-end guy, and I went along with his choices for expensive restaurants (which were definitely worth it, overall).
Back at the Mansion, we went down to the club (CH Link) that had opened up in the former garage. It was a pretty nice deal, with a well-stocked bar, a sexy bartender (did not determine availability), and two rooms, one of which was open to the night air. There were chicas than guys. I had a little fun dancing with a couple of them.
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Elgrancombo wasn’t hanging with the sexpot I had noted earlier, so I asked him if he was with her. Nope, he said, go for it. So I did.
Pao Zapata is a little older and somewhat hardened, but has (to my tastes, silicone fan that I am) an incredible body. I didn’t need to interview her or feel her out, my little head had been doing the thinking after first seeing her. Back in the room, we chatted a little (mostly using Google Translate, as my Spanish is rudimentary) before getting down to pleasure. Fortunately, she was vain enough to like posing for pictures for me. Apparently she is a regular, her Facebook photo was taken at the Mansion pool (not by me).
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She was a decent provider, not a GFE exactly, but adequate. She started with reasonable BBBJ, then I went down on her; she was receptive. Especially since this was my first of the trip, I didn’t last long after I strapped on the rubber and entered her. Not long afterwards, she left, and I retired to catch up on the sleep I hadn’t gotten on the trip down.
In the morning, I went to the kitchen to see about the breakfast that was included with the room. There were several guys sitting around, and I met some new mongers. Also, Olga (my favorite masseuse) was hanging out in the kitchen; I had emailed her to set up a noon appointment. It was a couple of hours before the appointment, and I had just taken my Cialis, so I declined her offer to go to the room at that point. I hung out for a couple of hours drinking coffee (Olga made a couple of pots while we were there) and talking with Olga and the guys before having the cook make me a couple of eggs and toast, and some fruit.
Olga had learned a lot more English since I had last been with her a year or so before, so we could actually talk. She’s in her mid-40’s at least, but keeps in shape to maintain a great body and gives a great massage with a very happy ending. She told me a lot of the guys just want the massage, but if they only knew how skilled she is in other areas.... She’s a total GFE with me (after “massages” on several trips over the years), skilled, enthusiastic, and responsive. However, she doesn’t like to have pics taken, because they might get back to her 21-year old son, who lives with her. There are a few of her on this site, for those who are interested, including a few I posted in previous reports. Here’s one from before:
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A little before noon, I moved up to Room 6 and got ready for Olga. She arrived promptly, and for the next couple of hours, we had one more session to remember. I booked her for the morning after the next, the last of the three days, for a special send-off.
After taking care of some business, I went out to the pool and hung out with the guys and girls for a while. Wayne was busy with a big deal he was trying to close. I needed to get my old iPhone unlocked, as I had been unable to find the phone I had been using for years (I think my ex-gf took it). Alexa recommended a place nearby in the Santa Fe mall, so I went there. It was near closing, and they told me to come back the next day.
On returning, I noticed that Leidy was free. She had caught my eye while she had been talking with another guy. So I invited her up.
She was quite photo-averse, so I was lucky to get one good shot of her face. She was average at her best in the room, which was only for a few minutes giving head. She squirmed when I tried to go down on her, and wouldn’t let me. 150K pesos wasted, I wouldn’t recommend her. She didn’t turn me on enough that I could come.
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Wayne broke free from his business after I finished with Leidy, and we went out looking around for a restaurant in the nearby shopping centers. We came upon a Leños y Carbon, and I told Wayne that it was a good place, up to his standards (I remembered it from Cali). We had an excellent meal, a filet for me and a fish for Wayne.
Back at the Mansion club, I hung out for hours flirting with various of the girls and talking with the guys. There was nothing that jumped out at me over a few hours. Then, no more chicas were showing up, some were being peeled off, and few were left. And Lorena’s cuteness was growing on me, which made it easier for her to close the deal somehow, so I took her up to my room.
She turned out to be the best of the Mansion girls for me (Olga not counting as a Mansion girl). We talked for a while with Google Translate—the flirting had involved pretty minimal communication. She was a college graduate with a microbiology degree, but couldn’t earn enough to support herself with that training. 500,000 pesos a month was a typical salary for someone with her particular skills. And she was a very sweet girl, trying to learn some English although coming to the US was a distant hope.
In bed she was a total GFE. I told her I didn’t like condoms, and she went along with me. She was an animal, with great oral skills and enthusiastic energy in several positions. We finished, then went out on the balcony and talked a little while she smoked (ugh). Then we came back for another round. Fantastic lover, highly recommended. I was sorry I didn’t see her the next night, I would have taken her again in a heartbeat.
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Lorena went on her way, late, and I was too exhausted to get her contact information (if anyone gets it, please PM me).
I woke up late, had breakfast, and not finding anyone out by the pool, I decided to go to Centro. My favorite casa, New Life (CH Link), had always been a source of good experiences. Wayne was still working on his deal, so I took a cab myself.
In the casa, a procession of about 15 chicas were available, and three looked good. None of the girls I had enjoyed on previous trips were in the line-up. I went with my gut instead of my little head, and chose ? (don’t remember her name, unfortunately, because I’d recommend her—so I’ll just call her ?). She seemed sexy and interested in the line-up, and cute enough.
In the room, she was pleasantly aggressive. ? didn’t ask for a condom before giving a nice BBBJ, and let me go down on her. I was having a bit of trouble staying hard since Lorena had drained me so thoroughly, but that didn’t deter ? one bit. She sucked me some more, then climbed on top and rode me like there was no tomorrow. We spent the full hour, with a couple of breaks for me to get my wind (and hard-on) back. At the end. ? asked for a tip. Of course, I gave her the usual 20K that was the required bribe for BBBJ, plus another 5K for superior performance. Unfortunately, she was a bit photo-shy as far as nude photos went, but I got a few clothed.
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Afterwards, I had some business to take care of: getting my phone unlocked. The store jerked me around, saying it would take just a few minutes. An hour later, they said it would take just a few minutes more. I hung around the mall, window shopping and looking at the female scenery, getting a bite, and going back to find out that it would be another hour or so. I went back to the hotel and caught up on some email, hung by the pool, and went back to the store. Not ready yet, jut a few more minutes. I returned again and again, and the same, “It’s almost ready.” I went back to the hotel again and returned shortly before closing time, at which point it was actually ready. Great, hours wasted with the Colombian work ethic.
Wayne was ready for dinner, and had gotten the name of a top restaurant (whose name I didn’t get, alas, my mind was elsewhere). It was really excellent. Wayne said that the three dinners we had had were about the best he had had anywhere, the restaurants were better than what Los Angeles had to offer.
Back at the club, Pao was looking good (and nobody else was), so I took her again for an early evening delight. I had a most undelightful experience when I picked a pubic hair out of my mouth after going down on her (she was shaved). That’s a first for me (and I hope the last), but I guess it comes with (some of) the high-volume hookers.
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After the otherwise average session (which I nonetheless enjoyed because I savored her body), we both went back to the club downstairs. After a few hours of flirting and schmoozing with a couple of the guys, I invited Kelly to my room. She wouldn’t let me take pictures, and I really don’t particularly remember her one way or the other.
The next morning, I started packing, and Olga came over right on time to leave me with wonderful memories of Medellin—and her.
We had a new driver, who spoke English and was on time. Recommended!
All in all, I enjoyed the stay at the Mansion and would do it again—although possibly not for the whole time in Medellin. I have a friend in Laureles with a penthouse condo, it costs half as much for a room almost as nice as at the Mansion, the neighborhood is safe and has plenty of stores and restaurants. And I’m a happy as a lone-wolf type without hanging with other guys, so I’d stay at the Mansion first and try to get some numbers of Mansion girls who perform well. The standard 150,000 pesos was a bit on the high side for most of the encounters, although I didn’t try to negotiate either price or other details with any of the chicas.
But I enjoyed the company of other mongers, which I would not get at my friend’s place. It was great to hook up with Elgrancombo again, we spent a lot of time comparing notes and chatting. So just for variety, I might split my venues if I was going for more than a week. Plus, Av8tr’s club is now open, presumably a new source of choice chicas unlike anything else in town, and I can always meet some more at New Life and the like during the daytime.
And I mix it up, Maria (in Cartagena) had just turned 19.