2003/01 HippieDude - To Hell and Back, or Visa - Don't Leave Home Without It (Panama/Cuba)
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2003/01 HippieDude - To Hell and Back, or Visa - Don't Leave Home Without It (Panama/Cuba)
TO HELL AND BACK
Part I - Panama
Introduction
If you were kidnapped, blindfolded and taken from Miami to Panama City, you could easily be fooled into thinking you never left South Florida. I was amazed by the quality of life in Panama. Years of American influence are evident wherever you look. The skyline boasts over 100 highrise banks and condos and office buildings. Great roads, chlorinated water that is safe to drink and good weather set this Central American destination apart from the rest latin America.
The Hobby in Panama
After several trips to Cuba in the past months, I’ve grown accustomed to happy, sexy chicas who love to flirt and live to fuck. (Give me a minute here guys - to touch myself and wipe the tears of joy from my eyes while reflecting on Cuba…ok…I’m back) Upon landing, I immediately found many of the Panamanians appeared very somber and reserved, in stark contrast to those happy Havana honeys.
Compared to other Latin destinations with a strong Spaniard influence, Panamanian women look very Indian to me. Go to the ‘regular’ everyday massage joints in town and you’ll find Panamanian chicas, very few of which looked even remotely interesting to me. I visited several massage places and quickly learned that the ‘better’ places featured 100% Columbiana staff! Incredible! Places like Golden Time, admittedly the best massage place in town, do not even hire local girls.
Now, the first night in Panama City found me making a beeline for Golden Time Massage. Upon entering a private lounge area, I was instructed to sit down and have a beer. One at a time, a Columbiana would enter the room, do a brief runway model routine, then exit. They wear a number badge, and the idea is that you remember the one you like. You can have the entire runway repeated, or narrow it down to just the ones that catch your eye. With pen in hand, I had written down the numbers of 5 of the 11 girls. I figure that all 5 of them could be stars at the Blue Marlin Bar in San Jose, Costa Rica.
I spoke to the manager about my selection, and he immediately told me that #9 was the best. The conviction with which he spoke made quite an impression, so I picked her
Photo: Panama01
We chatted for a while in the lounge before heading up to a room. Most of the rooms there only have a massage table on which to fuck, however, room #10 has a queen sized bed. By chance, room #10 was available, so we settled in. (Note: After using the other rooms with the massage table, my opinion is that you’re far better off in room #10. If it is occupied, request it and just relax in the lounge with your chica until room #10 becomes available)
Massage took about 10 minutes. She was stripped down to her thong. If a topless massage is supposed to be relaxing, I must be wired differently than the average client because when she was done, the lil’ dill was pleading for a pickle tickle. She seemed a bit reserved in a professional manner as I flipped over onto my back, so I invited her onto the bed and began kissing and stroking her. Positioning her on her stomach, I began kissing the back of her neck around the hairline while stroking the length of her back. She responded with a smile and a deep, throaty moan…hmmm? Moving a knee between her legs and pressed up against her panocha resulted in her doing what chicks do best – grinding away. I continued kissing and stroking her for several minutes, prohibiting her from flipping over while I continued to gently massage and kiss her neck, back and ass.
Moving a hand between her legs, I teased the soft folds while kissing and nibbling on her neck. She lifted up on her elbows to kiss me when my finger entered the love canal. The water level was rising as we made out, and soon the locks began to overflow, leaving a wet spot on the sheets.
Time for the next level.
I rolled her onto her back and immediately she reached for a condom. Taking it from her, I threw it onto the floor as I made my way south from the Atlantic to the Pacific. Navigating my way slowly down her torso, she began to shudder in anticipation of my tongues final destination. Licking her abdomen, with my finger gently probing her canal, she was purring and moaning while massaging my scalp with her fingernails. Pushing me ever further down toward the homeport, I would merely tickle it and move on, leaving her writhing, agonizing for satiation. Like a tiny rudder that commands a larger vessel, my tongue directed her.
Docking myself between her trembling timbers, I settled in to get down to business. At once she began heaving her pelvis upward against me. Damn! There’s nothing like a responsive partner in a foreign port. Burying a finger inward and upward, I found the gspot. Or rather, by holding my fingertip in one position, she writhed in place over it. Taking a Listerine Cool Mint Oral Care Strip and sucking her clit completely in, my head bobbed in place as she began wildly flailing her hips around. Focusing like a bull rider in a rodeo, I rode her to at least two orgasms before she fell limp on the mattress.
My right hand and face were drenched and she wasn’t doing a damn thing for the next minute or two, so I just cleaned up and began lightly massaging her thighs and abdomen. She rested up a minute before rolling me over to work on me. With my member in her hand, she produced another condom and began opening it with her teeth. I took it from her mouth and set it beside us while saying “Me lo puedes mamar sin condon”. It worked too, because she immediately ducked down and began orally interrogating the little dicktator, sin condon. With the clock running and only 20 minutes left, I handed her the condom.
Sliding into place over the lubricated condom, she effortlessly lowered herself on deck. We sailed around the room in many positions before settling back into cowgirl for the finale. After a few minutes, the clock on the wall said it was time to finish up, so I told her “rapido” and she obliged, riding us both to climax. As she cleaned me up, she ran her fingers through my matted pubes. With both eyebrows raised, she placed a hand between her legs and felt herself. “I’ve never been this wet ago” she said in her poor English.
Lighting a cigarette, I thought back to the advice that Mel “The Tool” had since imparted to me. Control. Timing. Passion. The base of the hairline on the neck. Mel, if you’re reading this, the beers are on me next trip – all of them. Thanks Sista.
The next 3 days found me heading back to Golden Times and a number of other massage joints in town. Having been to EVERY place in town, here’s what I found:
1. Golden Times: the best girls, best facility & best management – no bar however Opens at 7 pm. All imported from Columbia and very high end selection. $80 but more massage table sex than beds. Remember – request room #10
2. Royal Elegance: circa Bar Idem in Costa Rica. Small bar, 10-15 chicas with some local girls and some imported. Open 24 hours! Excellent rooms with beds and massage tables for $80. This was actually my favorite place to go after Golden Times for my second helping of the night.
3. Forget the rest of the places unless you like dark seedy nasty places with little to no real selection of chicas and gross facilities. And I sessioned at most all of these places too.
Here’s some general pics of the places and the selections available in Panama:
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Aside from my previously mentioned session with the first Columbiana at Golden Times, the remaining sessions were moderately enjoyable. I must be really spoiled not to be impressed by Panama because $80 for an hour with a good looking woman beats the hell outta what we have in the USofA. It’s just that after dropping $20-40 for TLN with some mind blowing GFE in Havana, Panama doesn’t compare.
PART II - ARRIVAL IN SAO PAULO BRAZIL
After enduring the hobby in Panama, I continued the trip by flying to Sao Paulo. Having been to Rio a few months earlier, you can imagine how much I looked forward to slipping into a robe and a garota.
Arriving at the airport, the Immigration official looked at my tourist visa and said he had some bad news for me – my visa was expired. Worse yet, I could not cross that yellow line on the floor and “enter” the country without it. “Surely I can pay you to renew my visa?” and “Can I just stay in a hotel near the embassy and get my visa first thing in the morning?” met with “I’m sorry sir, but you must leave the country to get your visa”.
Immediately, an immigration police officer and an airport security guard were summoned to my side. The police relieved me of my passport and ticket, informing me they would be returned to me once I was aboard a plane. A representative from my airline was brought to take me back to the Departures Gate where I could await my next flight. The time was 10 pm, and my return flight would depart at 2 pm the next afternoon. In other words, I was to be escorted, guarded and quarantined until I could be deported. I asked the goon who was guarding me if there were any garotas working in his department that night and he said “you wish”. I mean, this poor bastard even had to accompany me to the pisser.
So…in true trip report fashion, here’s a summary of my 14 hours in Brazil.
With so much time to kill, I immediately launched out to the magazine stand in the terminal to find the Brazilian version of Playboy. The security official assigned to guard me and I spent the next few hours looking at it, and the pics on my computer. Oddly enough, his favorite girl wasn’t a Playboy bunny, it was a certain chica known to reside in Havana. By two am, I was tired and ready for a good nights’ sleep.
My bed wasn’t all that comfortable, so after a while I just laid on the floor and got a solid two hours of sleep before waking up shivering. By morning, I feared my seminal tubes might burst without relief on Brazilian soil. Taking a stroll around the terminal, I looked for ANYTHING that might closely resemble a garota de programma, when I spotted an opportunity to relieve some of the stress that had set in on me.
My only session with a Braziliera.
Hotel $ 0
Playboy $ 3
15 minute Massage $ 8
Relieving some more stress with the Playboy
in the Men’s Room after the massage? $ Priceless
“Your Visa – Don’t Leave Home Without it”
When the time finally came, I was permitted to leave on my SEVEN FUCKING HOUR return flight to Panama. Saying goodbye to my police goon friends, my passport and ticket was awarded to me as I boarded. I was required to board the plane a full hour before anyone else. This one chick who cleaned the cockpit had an ass like I’ve never seen so I chatted her up a bit. It was a good 30 minute session admiring her bending over each row of seats in that tight polyester uniform. Sorry, but she wouldn’t allow any pics.
On the flight, I wasn’t allowed to drink. Beer was free, but since I was being “DEPORTED”, it was airline policy not to give me anything to drink. Seven hours sober is a long time when you’re horny too.
Back to Panama where the airline management apologized for letting me board that fateful flight with an expired visa. To make it up to me, they offered me a free flight. Within 4 hours I was in Havana.
PART III – HAVANA: HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS
Upon arriving home to Havana, I settled in to my casa and went shopping. Just my luck, I found a honey right away at one of my favorite hang outs.
Photos: Havana01 Havana02 Havana03 Havana04
Over the next two days, this spitfire and I spent countless hours in the sack together, without her asking for any cash. What a blast she was too. Very light hearted and fun. When it was time for her to leave, I slipped $100 bucks into her purse. She looked at it, looked at me, looked at the cash again and said started to tear up a bit. No matter how many trips I take to that island, I still can’t get past the human drama of what it must be like living there.
In the interest of being anonymous, I’ll share this next story about a general chica. After we spent some time together, she asked me to marry her. My jaw dropped as I stammered “Que?”. She went on to offer me a sizeable amount of C-A-S-H to be her husband for two years and get her off the island. She asked if I enjoyed my time with her, and said I would be sure to enjoy two years with her as well. Amazing. Deuce Bigelow Male Jigalo I am not, so I passed, but not without giving the matter some serious consideration. Kiss the ground when you walk outside, lads.
Here’s some more of what the island has to offer
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Can any of you pic the elf out of the crowd? 76 pounds soaking wet. Her ears turned 90 degrees from her head too. I was counting my lucky stars for stumbling upon such a sweet little nymphet. You do this hobby long enough, and you WILL see it all!
This next sweetie was 22 believe it or not. She had just arrived to Havana the night before, for her first time ever, and was hoping to make some money. New not only to town, but also to the trade. She was shy in the bedroom, and wanted to cover up in front of me. That was a first too. Incredibly thin and incredibly tight too.
Photos: Havana17 Havana18 Havana19 Havana20 Havana21
THINGS ARE DIFFERENT IN HAVANA AS OF RIGHT NOW
At this time, Cuba’s special operations police are putting on a concerted effort to rid Havana of drugs. I saw their white vans frequently during my days in Havana. Worse yet, I saw the effects of this crackdown too. Friday and Saturday nights, the streets were vacant. No chicas. My Saturday afternoon date informed me that the chicas were being very discrete during the days and staying indoors at night. Every evening and night visitor to my casa asked for $5 to take a personal taxi vs 10 pesos to take a normal taxi. They were afraid to go out the door and wait for a cab. That’s intimidating.
With that in mind, I spent time in some of the malls during the day and did ok. Remember; virtually the entire island is available. Nights found me at the discos that hadn’t been closed because of drugs. None of the regular discos had available chicas in them either. No unaccompanied girls were allowed into most discos, and the chicas were too afraid to stand around outside waiting to grab an escort in. Rosalia De Castro was still allowing unaccompanied chicas in, however there were actually more men then women there (that’s a first).
With so much pressure from the police, only the very fresh and the very hardened chicas dared venture out on to the streets. What that means to you as members of CH is that it was pretty damn tuff for me to get any pics/vids this trip. And I really did try.
In spite of the problems, it was still a great trip - beats staying home, right?
Regards
HD
Damn! That was a hilarious report. I remember Sandman telling me the story of what happened to you. Sounds like you made the best out of a horrible situation. Man, I enjoyed reading your post.
I can't wait to hook up with you in Cuba. If I wasn't going to Montreal next weekend I would have DEFINITELY gone to Cuba to hook up with you.
Keep up the good posts.
Great Reporting,
What is the best and cheapest way to cuba.
Coming out of northern california
thanks
CN
| By Sman on Wednesday, January 29, 2003 - 06:12 pm: Edit |
"Navigating my way slowly down her torso, she began to shudder in anticipation of my tongues final destination. Licking her abdomen, with my finger gently probing her canal, she was purring and moaning while massaging my scalp with her fingernails. Pushing me ever further down toward the homeport, I would merely tickle it and move on, leaving her writhing, agonizing"
You've been reading those harlequin romance novels again, haven't you?
Damn man where do you get your stamina? All the flying around and sleeping in airports, I would have needed to sleep for two days. It appears you managed to nail more chicas in your 3 or 4 days than I did in a week.
You continue to impress me with your selections, seriously, good eye dude.
Great seeing you again, next time we'll have to schedule more than 30 minutes.
| By Badseed on Wednesday, January 29, 2003 - 07:43 pm: Edit |
Love your elf from Habana. And, as I wrote before, in 25 years of flying back and forth to Brasil, I've never heard of the police being such hard-asses (and certainly never heard of them not accepting a bribe... down-right unbrazilian, if you ask me!). Must be a 9/11 thing. Or you just look naturally suspicious.... ;-)
Abrazo,
BS
| By Layne87 on Wednesday, January 29, 2003 - 07:52 pm: Edit |
hey "never leave home without it"..you made a her cry...when I told her of your deportation she proceeded upstairs for over an hour..no not to a cabine..to a long shower to cry by herself...I felt like shit..ruined my session(yeah right)...seriously her face lit up the day I told her you were coming then took me 45 minutes of saying really I am telling you the truth.he is not coming...she kept checking the door expecting you to walk in with a big smile...rebecca kept hitting me saying the joke has been long enough...
I hope you feel as bad as I did that day..but seeing your sleeping arrangements..I guess I didnt feel bad as long as you probably did...oh by the way she has got such a great little body and personality...but could not swing the 3 way ...all your fault...
GodFather
Montreal eh? If you devote as much time and attention to learning French as you have conquering the Spanish, you will own Quebec. We'll do Cuba one day soon enough when you're in a convenient country to enter Fantasy Island. Exactly when does your calendar permit?
Ceenotes
Sorry that I don't know your best option from S Cal. Perhaps Mexico and then AirCubana?
Sman
Funny how we keep running into eachother down there, isn't it? Thanks for the good words. Will we see ya down there again once your tired dick is ready? ;) LOL!
Badseed
For someone who has never met me, you have remarkable insights. I look forward to seeing you in Rio in March - try to be there the 3rd week. First cuban is on me (wait...that could be taken wrong)
Layne
Can you believe it? To be so close and yet so far. Sorry I screwed up your fun. I sure wish I could have a way to talk to her. Thanks for everything. When did you get back?
Can you renew your Brazil visa now, or once deported, are you always deported?
CP
What a crack up. From Panama to Brazil to Panama to Cuba. Talk about a journey just to get laid! I'm glad you were so flexible and everything worked out.
I can see what happened to you in Sao Paulo. This has not happened to me, but I did think that it would when I entered Brazil in Rio last August.
The thing about the Brazil visa is that it is good 90 days at a time, and can be renewed for 90 days after leaving the country.
For those of us that visit Brazil 5 or 6 times a year to monger is that some of the immigration guys do not know how to handle this. Many of them think that the reason we have been there so many times is that we are actually working in Brazil, and then they think that we are trying to short circuit theim immigration laws. Glad you made it back ok.
Who had to pay for the GRU / PTY / GRU ticket? Did Copa give you any kind of break on your ticket costs?
CP
CP
Aside from giving me a free flight to Havana, Copa did nothing else. I paid for my flight from USA/Panama/Brazil. Perhaps if I had pressed them a bit harder, I could've gotten more. At the time, I was tired and just wanting to get back to having a fun trip.
FYI, when I mailed my passport into the Brazilian embassy, I put a note on it asking for a 5 year visa. Assuming I had that, I boarded a flight 4 months later and the rest is history...my bad, not Copas. Although they did acknowledge some fault for not catching my expired visa before boarding the plane.
I sure hope getting deported won't affect my ability to get another visa - yikes. Life without Rio... how sad
How long is your visa CP?
I have gotten 5 year visa's twice. The first 5 year visa I got in April 2000. I lost my passport in Sept 2002, and had to get another passport. Of course a new passport also means having to get a new visa for Brazil. In Sept 02, I was issued another 5 year visa to come and go from Brazil I made sure to explain that my other visa had been lost in my lost US passport.
I think that Brazilian immigration does not have a good computer to track leaving, and entering the country. I do not like to do things to press my luck, but you may or may not get away with things when you enter the country.
Another reason why you were so abrupty sent back to the USA is that Brazil treats people from the USA with the same process that we treat Brazilians. Visa's are required to come and go from Brazil, and the charge for a visa is the same as what the State Dept charges a Brazilian to enter the good old USA.
If someone shows up here without a visa, we put them on a plane immediately, and send them back to whever. Part of the reason they put you back on the plane is because that is what we do here for people without documentation.
CP
Wow, another great one...
Harlequin? Naw, that was Penthouse Forum, I think. And I would know.
Sorry about the de-porting.
Congrats on the re-porting, I mean reporting.
I believed every word of what you wrote.
Ah, well, Rio in March. Can you wait that long?
great report and I still can't believe you were turned around in SP. I don't know for sure, but I don't think there is much way to talk or bribe your way out of an expired Visa. Immigration guys only have an entry stamp-Visas stamps I think are only at foriegn consulates or embassies, so you would have to be really connected to get around it. If you bribed an officer to stamp an expired Visa for entry they could be fired over it and the evidence they did it would be in your passport, so I'm guessing it's not common.
You mentioned 2 places in Panama for action with Colombianas, so would you rate the scene as better or worse than San Jose? I'm guessing not as good.
Dont give up on Brasil.....HC1
Oh yeah-good decision to decline the marriage proposal although I know you thought it might be poetic justice to have the woman pay you for a change. But you know after 2 yrs or whenever she got citizenship she'd find a divorce attorney. I'll bet it would only take a few weeks in the 'ol USA to turn her into a cold hearted bitch.
| By Rich on Thursday, January 30, 2003 - 05:16 am: Edit |
Excellent report. It is good to finally have some good information on Panama--and the deportation proceedures.
Of all the hardships you endured--not being allowed alchohol on the return flight was over the top. Noone should be required to suffer like that. I hope you had ambien. AND--you should consider yourself lucky that Brazil doesnt require persons who attempt to enter without a visa to endure a bukakke.
| By Sandman on Thursday, January 30, 2003 - 06:31 am: Edit |
Lemons into lemonade my friend.
Just another brick in the wall of life. Perhaps this qualifies as a cornerstone??
I agree with BW-Penthouse Forum.
You do have a talent for writing. Can't wait for Hombre to post our Dynamic Duo Cuba report.
CYA soon amigo.
Sandman
Bull_Wankle
Your prose ranks high in the Forum, my friend. Thank you for taking the time to read my humble rag. Several amigos from TJ are considering joining the March festivities in Rio - you should come too.
HC1
The other place with Columbianas in Panama was Royal Elegance. They have a pleasant mixture of chicas there, but nothing like the stellar selection of Golden Times.
As for the wedding proposal, the prospects of having her available for 2 years sounds pretty good to me. Do you think she'd keep putting out 100% the entire time?
Rich
2 pm to 9 pm without a beer on a plane. THANK YOU for noticing that detail. How inhuman - that was worse than anything if you must know. I tried to explain to the stewardess that I was FAR meaner sober than drunk, but to no avail.
When do you return to Brazil?
Sandman
Lemonaide indeed. Thanks for the kind words. Looking forward to conquering the rest of the island with you in a few weeks. What're your expectations, BTW?
No-after about a month of watching Oprah and talking to other Americanized Latinas she'd be asking why you don't listen to her and appreciate her feelings. Instead of paying you the story would be she's entitled to half your net worth...sound familiar? Wasn't once enough?
Good writing, good photos. One of the best writers on this site.
| By Hemp on Thursday, January 30, 2003 - 04:27 pm: Edit |
Fantastic report. Seeing the pic of you getting the massage at the airport made me laugh so hard my sides locked up. That pic is priceless.
You have come a long way since I met you three years ago in Costa Rica. IMHO you have to be one of the biggest mongers in the world. (Next to Rich/GCL of course). Hope to hook up with you in Rio in March. Once again terrific report. Hemp
What was that British song that was out in 1998 or 1999? It went a little like knock me down and I get right back up? Sounds a little like you got knocked down in Brasil and got right back up again and landed in Cuba and had fun. Hope that I run into you in Rio this March.
Roadglide
| By Carlosh on Thursday, January 30, 2003 - 08:49 pm: Edit |
I like Hombrecito's post--regretably, so true!
HC1
Thanks for slapping me back into reality. I should've known that, but lemme tell ya, she poured on the performance that night to the point that my head was spinnin. I admit - I'm weak. If she had whipped out a prenup and a minister right then and there I might've taken the plunge. Yikes!
DickJohnson
Thanks for the good words brother. Where are some of your hobby plans taking you in the future?
Hemp
Ya bastard! I'd love seeing ya down south again this March. Try to be there the 3rd week. And I'm glad that my massage locked you up. Do you know how hard it is for a veteran hobbyist to get a one-way massage anymore? Torture...pure hell.
Roadglide
Upon returning to Panama from Brazil, I had the choice of trying to fuck around at the Brazilian embassy and get another visa, but that would've taken hours or even another day. With that in mind, I had to choose between San Jose, Mexico or Havana. Call me boring and repetitive, but I went with what I knew best.
Looking forward to meeting you in Brazil in March. (BTW you do have a visa, right?)
I've been hobbying in Asia mostly(and the occasional runs to TJ since I'm in LA). Lately the hardbodies in Brazil have been turning me on so I might make a trip there if the opportunity arises. But I really enjoy Asia.
BTW, have you guys seen the Brazillian women's soccer team nudes, they're pretty hot with full nudity and lesbianism.
| By Moondog on Friday, January 31, 2003 - 03:43 am: Edit |
Thanks for a nice report and photos. Pretty girls.
I've seen first hand what happens when a person does not have the proper passport and visa when entering Brazil. The police do not fool around, and the unlucky travellers are immediately deported.
Glad you made the best of it.
Moondog
| By Davidd on Saturday, February 01, 2003 - 06:16 am: Edit |
Sorry to hear about your dismal Brazil experience. Ick!
Believe it or not, my girl in Havana is still contacting me via email even though I told her I felt she was just too expensive to live with me in the US. Kinda sad. I feel bad not responding to her, but I'd feel even worse marrying her and finding out she really wanted to marry A Jerrold Perenchio (head of Univision, the network that airs those high-style soap operas).
A lucky escape, I'd say, and one made only with the help of my ClubHombre Amigos.
Since it's illegal for most of us to visit Cuba, how could we marry a Cubana? I'm not quite as cynical as most of you, at least not yet, so the idea has some appeal if I came back and found the right girl. Not forgetting about the prenup, of course.
D
| By Seaman on Saturday, February 01, 2003 - 02:33 pm: Edit |
You might be the first guy EVER to jerk off in Brazil. Guess there's a first time for everything when circumstances deal you this shit.
Davidd
If you want to get married, here's the best advice I can give you. DON'T DO IT MAN! RUN!! RUN FAST AND FAR AND NEVER LOOK BACK!!!
Now, should you choose to ignore that advice, try the Philippines. No language barriers over there - they all speak english. Culturally, the women are much like American women were 100 years ago (I'm crying over what we've let happen to this country). The culture is very respectful, and not overly promiscuis. It's a great place to find a wife who will actually be a good friend.
To marry a cuban would be a nightmare for you. To find a cuban who isn't a jinetera ain't easy either. Just save Cuba for when you want to get laid, ok?
Seaman
2 hour wait for departure from Panama
7 hour flight to Brazil
14 hour layover
7 hour flight back to Panama
1 hour layover
3 hour flight to Havana
2 hour customs/baggage/taxi/casa set up
2 hour shopping for a chica
That's a total of 38 hours without getting laid. Yikes, what a nightmare.
DickJohnson
Can you post a link to the Brazilian womens soccer team. Please??
| By Sman on Saturday, February 01, 2003 - 08:45 pm: Edit |
Davidd
Get that idea out of your head man, Cuba would probably rate dead last as a place to find a wife.
There are posts on this board addressing that subject, I believe Colombia has been mentioned as having spouse potential, if you like latinas.
| By Pogo on Monday, February 03, 2003 - 03:53 am: Edit |
Davidd,
PLEASE listen to these guys, you are getting some great advice. You reaaly need to experience another Latin country before you seriously consider getting married. As I have said before my number one recommendation would be Colombia. Specifically Cartagena. Safer than the rest of the country and very monger friendly. I have a contact for an inexpensive apartment if you ever are interested.
BTW, I met a cutie in Rio that flirtaciously said we should get married and "make pretty blonde babies". I told her that I am too old for her. (46 to 23). She got an odd look on her face, pulled out a photo of her family and said, "These are my brother and sisters and my Mai and Pai, (Mom and Pop), Mai is 42 and Pai is 61, what is your problem?"
God I love Latin America!
I have had a mother in a grocery store in Cartagena tell me she wanted to introduce me to her daughters. Needless to say this is not a really common occurance in Atlanta. Although two days ago a woman I know in passing offered to set me up with a friend of her's. "She's reaaly nice, she's a third grade teacher, 42 years old, thrice divorced, a bodybuilder and an ex-cop. So if you want a real woman for a change instead of these young forigners who don't even speak English, I can have her here in 15 minutes." Through great self control I managed not to laugh in her face.
Anyway, do yourself the favor of trying a different country before you make any real plans.
Pogo
The last girl is really sexy! I like your taste!
(Message edited by Cubatourist on February 09, 2003)
Cubatourist
Isn't it cool how good she can look naturally? No makeup (she doesn't own any)
No hairbrush - and she'd just woke up for those shots.
The Lips of a model, and a body to match.
Glad you enjoyed the pics.
Are you planning to go back soon?
| By Admin on Wednesday, February 19, 2003 - 12:21 pm: Edit |
The video for this report is no longer available.
Rumor has it someone was recently DEported from Rio?
"By Rich on Thursday, January 30, 2003 - 05:16 am: Edit
... you should consider yourself lucky that Brazil doesnt require persons who attempt to enter without a visa to endure a bukakke."