Charles was on the spot to bring up our luggage; we thought at first that he worked for the apartment building. He told us that he could get us anything we wanted, and knew some hot girls. This turned out to be a fantasy; a little later, we asked him to have his girls meet us at the restaurant across the street, and nothing happened. He started filling the Jacuzzi (which took the rest of the day to fill up), and accepted what was probably too large a tip (20K pesos) before leaving. After seeing him hanging on the street over the next few days, we realized that he was just another tout, and not a particularly good one at that.
Wayne and I had a little back-and-forth about who would take which floor, and whether we would switch in the middle. I ended up taking the top floor; Wayne was into cooking and wanted the better kitchen.
We turned on the air conditioning, and very little happened. It was hot and humid, so we really need the air-conditioning to work. It took hours and hours to cool down the apartment; apparently, the air in Cartagena was so humid that a properly functional air-conditioning unit took a very long time to reduce the temperature.
There were a few other problems with the apartment. Some of the lights weren’t working, and some of the vertical blinds on the upper level were missing; others were not properly functional. This would be a problem in the bedroom as two walls were glass and I like to sleep past sunrise. The wi-fi internet was weak upstairs, even though the base station was right below on the lower level. We called Juan Ventura, who came over promptly, directly from the hospital where his wife had just delivered a son. He lived downstairs, so it was convenient for both of us.
Juan pretty much got everything on track. Some of the lights just never worked right, they burned out after a few days, he said; they weren’t that necessary anyway. He got the internet working passably although not perfectly, and fixed the blinds somewhat (including a blanket over most of the window/wall overlooking the ocean, and there was still plenty of daytime light—and morning light too, unfortunately).
After getting settled, going shopping, and getting dinner, it was getting late enough to walk down the street to La Dolce Vita (CH Link). The place was not crowded, but there were a number of attractive-at-first-glance women there. We went towards the back and took a table. I started noticing a slim, cute girl who was with a couple of other girls not far away. Before our drinks came, Wayne got up and went over to a voluptuous woman who had been talking with the one I had been looking at. After a minute of his attempt at communication, he brought Gennifer back to the table so I could translate (such as I could). After trying to translate, I beckoned the slim girl, Clauda, over. We moved to a booth where the girls could sit next to and close to us, and ordered drinks for them. Clauda turned out to be fluent in English, not a good sign, but I wasn’t thinking about that yet.
The drinks came, and I negotiated a price of 200K pesos each. We chatted a little bit, then Wayne got up and walked across the bar and started talking to a girl there. After a few minutes, he came back and told me he didn’t want to go with Gennifer any more, he found a girl he liked better. I thought that was a little awkward, but told the girls of his decision. Clauda said I should take both of them myself, which seemed like a good idea to me (and at that point my little head took over the thinking). I said OK, for 150K each, and they said OK. There was some bullshit about having to buy a second drink for each of them—apparently they were expected to bring in a certain amount of drink revenue—and we left.
Back in the room, things went south pretty quickly. Clauda turned out to be a bitch, she started off by demanding more money. We exchanged words, and she didn’t back off right away. I told her that if she wanted to keep on that track, she could leave right now and I’d give her 50K for her trouble—but get out now. Then she backed off and got undressed, but not with much enthusiasm. Gennifer was genuinely embarrassed by her friend’s behavior, and was trying to get her back on track. She started being affectionate with me, and I started having sex with her, although the mood wasn’t exactly romantic any more.
Clauda wasn’t doing anything until I gave her directions to help out while I was on top of Gennifer, and she started touching my balls. Then she squeezed hard or poked me or something, which was painful and caused me to loose my erection temporarily. Fucking bitch! It was a pretty unsatisfactory experience, even when Clauda started being helpful instead of hurtful, and even though I eventually got hard again, I wasn’t able to come (at my age, mood is very important). In retrospect, I should have just kicked Clauda out instead of trying to negotiate her back into a dupla, I think I would have had a good time with Gennifer. I got her number, although I didn’t get a chance to use it—this trip.
Photos: Clauda/Gennifer - LDV 41 42
Photos: Gennifer - LDV 43 44
It was still relatively early when they left, but I didn’t feel like going back to LDV because it had left a bad taste in my mouth. Anyway, Olga had pretty well drained me that morning.
The next day, we started what would become our regular regimen: breakfast at Julia’s, a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that was right across the street. She served a decent although sparse breakfast, and it turned out to be one of the better restaurants in Laguito for other meals.
We went to Hollywood beach (CH Link) around 11:30, and rented a chair and cabana from Faustino, shrugging off the touts. I don’t think Tony was there. I walked up and down the beach several times over the next couple of hours, and there were NO available women. Some families, two young female tourists who didn’t give me a second look, nothing. After a couple of hours, Wayne wanted to leave, unhappy at the lack of prospects. As we were leaving, a pair of young girls came down the walkway off the street and smiled, so we stopped. Finally, something.
Wayne seemed fascinated by one of the girls, Valeria, and got her phone number. He was having a tough time, since they knew about one English word between them, and I tried to help him with my weak translation skills. The other girl didn’t interest me (neither did Valeria, actually), so I let Wayne struggle for a few minutes before suggesting he call her later. They talked several times over the next day or two, but didn’t manage to hook up, and the language was a barrier, I had trouble understanding what she was saying over a cheap cellphone, so I wasn’t much help.
Wayne wanted to eat at the Hilton. Against my better judgment, I accompanied him for lunch there. It was overpriced and nothing special, as I had expected. Then we went into the old town, and went through the Gold Museum. Walked around and did some tourist stuff. Back in Laguito, we had dinner at Riquismos. The baby beef was excellent as usual.
Walking back to Mirador, I spotted a guy we had exchanged a few pleasantries with in my elevator the day before talking to 3 girls. Of course, we went over to say hello to (I’ll call him) Ray; Wayne shook hands and soon left to work on his deal. Ray was very friendly. He was married to a flight attendant and lived in the building next to Mirador, and had a small baby. He invited me along to find some baby formula or something, and the five of us piled into his small car for a 10-minute errand. So I got the numbers of the two more attractive of the girls, Sandra and Vanessa. The third, Emily, was cute but a little chubby for my tastes.
Photo: Sandra 45
Photo: Vanessa 46
A little later, I called Sandra, who I thought was the cutest one. She came over within a few minutes. Once she arrived, we agreed on 100K for ST. Then, she tried to sell me on having her friends visit Wayne. We went downstairs to see Wayne, and after a few minutes he agreed to tear himself away from his deal and have them come up. So Sandra and I went back upstairs.
Sandra and I started making out, which was nothing special, and we got undressed. She started a BBBJ for a few minutes, which was also nothing special. So I tried to go down on her, but she wasn’t having any of it. My Spanish wasn’t good enough to try to change her mind, so I went for a rubber. By the time I was starting to put it on, I had pretty much lost my erection. Sandra noticed that and became upset. She pulled away from me and started shaking her head. I tried to tell her—as best I could with limited Spanish, there wasn’t time to use the computer—that this was normal for me, it would come back with a little affection on her part. But she was giving me the opposite of that, and had gotten up off the bed. So I said OK, here’s 50K, go.
She went downstairs to join her friends. I started checking my email and responding, and after a few minutes Emily (the chubby one) came into my room. I said, Hi, que pasa chica. She said she wanted to suck me as she approached me and started to undo my shorts. Emily started giving me an incredible BBBJ, slurping around the head and lightly tickling my balls with her fingers, then going down deep, then licking and sucking the boys. It didn’t take me too long to come, she appeared to be enjoying it as much as I was, looking up into my eyes and moaning with fake passion. My head was firmly sucked inside her mouth, tongue flicking across the tip, and she stroked the shaft rapidly as I exploded down her throat. She swallowed, and continued to suck me gently.
It wasn’t long before I got hard again, but I told her I didn’t think I could come. That didn’t stop her, and she kept on licking around the head before plunging me deep down her throat. I was groaning and thrusting back at her, because I couldn’t come but what she was doing made me want to. She licked the base of my balls for a few minutes, one of my favorite sensitive spots, which only made me strain harder as she slowly licked her way back up to the head. Her determination and excellent technique resulted in the almost impossible—a second orgasm within a half hour. I fell to the bed, exhausted.
Emily left 70K richer (I told her that was all I had). Funny, how sometimes the ones I DON’T pick turn out to be the best.
The next day, Wayne and I hired a guide to show us around Cartagena. Diana worked out well. She was originally from Cartagena, raised in Ohio (I think), married an American, and lived in both places. She was completely bilingual, and knew the city. We went to the monastery on the hill above Cartagena, with spectacular views all around.
She took us to what she said was the best seafood restaurant in town, Cocina de Socorro. The seafood stew was excellent for 62K, absolutely the most tasty stew I could imagine. We went back for lunch another day.
She took us around the Old Town, pointing out some of the history. We went through the Museum of the Inquisition. At one point, we ventured into a small open door in the bland, impenetrable façade of a street, and saw a Valhalla within. It was a private residence, and the maids let us com in a few steps to look around.
Afterwards, we sat in the big courtyard and had some coffee. Diana offered to go up to any woman we wanted and try to procure her for us. She said many would be willing. I was almost tempted to take her up on her offer and approach the huge-breasted girl that was serving our coffee, but chickened out. I still regret it—but then, I wouldn’t have met Maria.
Later, Wayne wanted to do some work, and I had Diana take me to a couple of casas. We went by Pleyboy Club (CH Link), but didn’t go in. We found a couple of other places that hadn’t been mentioned to my knowledge. The neighborhood was a pretty sketchy, industrial area around El Paraiso de Marino (CH Link). There weren’t any girls there yet (it was about 8:30 PM), and it didn’t look too inviting.
We pressed on, and found Ligueros Club (CH Link), in an even more sketchy neighborhood—the streets were either unpaved or very deteriorated. This club was down a driveway with a locked gate, which a guard opened for us when our taxi pulled up.
Inside was a large bar area and dance floor. I was almost immediately accosted by a fairly attractive girl who introduced herself as Maria. She started rubbing up against me, trying to start a conversation, and asked me to buy her a drink. I did, as I was looking around. There were a half dozen other girls there, several more attractive than Maria, who was a bit heavier than I prefer. I had Diana inquire about the rates; apparently it was 250K pesos for takeout, total. I was skeptical about this, as it seemed cheap, but Diana said that was the cost.
We went looking for another club, but I wasn’t thrilled with the neighborhood, and decided to call it a day. We paid Diana U$100 for her services, about 8 hours.
A little later, I was hungry—for more than one thing—and took a stroll down the main street in Laguito to see if anyone was out and available. I walked past a table with a guy that I thought looked Rafael, with whom I had exchanged pleasantries with on the elevator in my building the day before, so I slowed down to take a closer look. It wasn’t Rafael, but the guy stood up and introduced himself, and invited me to sit down. There were tow women at the table with him, cute ones, so I did.
They were drinking beer, and I bought a round. The girl next to me, Maria, was quite cute, I thought, and spoke a little more slowly than the others so I could almost understand some of what she was saying. Then the other one ordered a skewer of chicken from the restaurant next door, and I had one too; the guy excused himself and left while we were eating. Afterwards, they asked be to buy them cigarettes, which I did. Total bill was about 15,000 pesos, not much.
I was ready to leave when the girl across from me asked if I was interested in Maria. Of course. I hadn’t expected her to be a pimp, but it appeared that she was just helping a very inexperienced friend. She said 250K for two and a half hours. We settled on 150K for an hour and a half, and off we went.
Maria was somewhat drunk—she had had five or six beers—but not too drunk to function. We had a great session, very sweet. Then she fell asleep. I tried briefly to wake her up, but she was out cold. Oh well, looks like TLN. I lay down next to her and slept.
In the morning we made love again. She was really nice and affectionate, just a sweetheart. I had a very good feeling about her, so I made a deal with her, 200K pesos a day plus her expenses (paying her hotel bill so she could move in with me, beauty shop, some other stuff)—I ended up spending a little over U$200/day total for her, including eating at mostly very good restaurants.
She was the perfect girlfriend for the rest of my time in Cartagena. We made love three times a day, and it was GFE all day and all night.
Photo: Maria 47
She had just turned 19 a couple of weeks before. She had a baby back home, but her boyfriend had been killed in a fight when she was 5 months pregnant. She needed money, but didn’t really know how to go about this kind of business. She was a fresh young girl, not hardened by the experiences; I think I was her first.
It was fun to do tourist stuff with her. We went to the mud volcano, and took a mud bath. After checking the options on the internet, I took the cheapest “tour” and was glad I did—I can’t imagine what you’d do on the all-day excursions for $179. We took a bus to the volcano, filled with mostly young tourists of various nationalities. We changed into bathing suits, floated around in the mud for 20 minutes, washed off in the ocean, and had drinks in the cabana. Then back home, talking with the cute German girl and the Brits. Total time, about 4 hours door to door.
Every day we had breakfast at the little restaurant across the street, Julia’s. The three of us had a good time every morning with a bare-bones breakfast. Two little eggs and a couple of strips of bacon, one piece of toast and an arepa, plus coffee or chocolate, for about $3. Fresh fruit and juices were extra but worth it.
One wonderful day we spent most of the afternoon on my balcony. We played and made love in the Jacuzzi (which wasn’t heated, but was a comfortable temperature), and sunned ourselves on the balcony in between. Maria enjoyed an indigenous Colombian plant, which she had no trouble acquiring in a quick trip downstairs, and listened to music while I did some reading.
Photo: Maria 48
Another day, we went to the beach and rented a jetski. Maria had a lot of fun driving, we went quite a ways past the end of Laguito. Then I took the controls. I made one turn too tight and too slow, and the jetski capsized. Maria was pissed, her beautiful long hair got wet. We managed to turn it back over just as the handlers came to the rescue.
Photos: Maria 49 50
My camera was in the storage compartment, which turned out not to be quite waterproof. A few drops of salt water was all it took, the camera was inoperable. Ironically, when I went to Costco back home to replace it, the low-cost but decent camera they had was waterproof. Anyway, that was it for photos for the rest of the trip, except a few from my phone.
We went dancing at night a couple of times. It turns out that some of the hot spots don’t open until 1 AM, and for some reason, we couldn’t get into one (name unknown); Maria tried. I have no idea what the problem was.
So we went to Mister Babilla (CH Link), which was was fun, and crowded. I didn’t see a lot of prospects (not that I needed any) hanging out around the clock tower, where available women are supposed to be.
One evening, Maria’s friend from home, Alexandra, contacted her; she was also in Cartagena. So we arranged to get together for dinner. Wayne was willing to come on what would be a blind date. The cab driver didn’t know the name of the building Alexandra was in, and neither did any of the couple of people we asked, so we drove around the circular Laguito main drag a couple of times before discovering that her building was directly across from ours. Alexandra had—shall we say—an enhanced body. Way too much for my tastes, but I didn’t have to taste her.
Photo: Alexandra 51
We went to La Vitriola, one of the restaurants Juan recommended. It was OK, but not great. After dinner we started out to go dancing. On the way, Wayne decided he was going to go off on his own, that he didn’t want to be with Alexandra. Well, she got really angry at the likely loss of her evening earnings, and started demanding that Wayne pay her $150K for her time. Wayne wasn?t having any of that, he had just spent 60K buying dinner for her and that was plenty.
And I ended up in the middle of this, as the only person who could speak a little Spanish. Somehow, I managed to mollify Alexandra. I convinced her that since she had not told Wayne that her very company would be expensive, he didn’t expect to be paying, and after all, he had bought her dinner. Maria and I were going dancing, would she like to come? And Wayne decided to come, too.
Photos: Alexandra & Maria 52 53
We went to La Candella (CH Link), which was pretty dead at that early hour (9:30). Wayne is an excellent Salsa dancer, and I think that’s how he won Alexandra’s heart. We danced for an hour or so. She came home with him and didn’t ask for any money. She didn’t spend the night, apparently pissed because he wouldn’t go down on her (he doesn’t do that).
Another night, we went to El Quebrancho, an Argentinian restaurant on Juan’s recommended list. We got there early (for Colombia), it was just about 7 PM. The door was closed, but we looked in the window and there was activity. We beckoned for the person to come, and he opened up the small door inside the large wooden door on the entryway. They were just opening, so we were invited in. The steak was excellent, one of the best I’ve had. I was so taken with it, couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into it, that I forgot to snap a picture. Maria and I got the top two recommendations, and split them. They were possibly the best steak I’ve ever had. We went back again another night.
Alas, all too soon it was time to go, and part ways with sweet Maria. I packed up, gathered Wayne up, and we headed for the airport. First-class seats on Copa were only 35K UA ff miles, so both Wayne and I had opted for them. That made for a comfortable trip back.