Hi, All.

I figured that since this was all the same trip, I would place my report with Godfather's since a lot of stuff overlaps.

I arrived at the Playground on Mar. 12th. Apparently, SweetMesquite and I had the same connection flight from Sao Paulo and didn't know it.

This had to be the best flight I'd ever had in coach to SA. Most people don't like Continental but I rarely have problems with them. Arranging this flight using my FF miles was effortless. I got the days and times that I wanted without any trouble. Totally opposite my dealings with American Airlines.

So, my gameplan was to be as much like UWPhoto as possible. Hit the ground running. Termas 65, 4x4, and then L'uomo. I had been working nonstop since my last trip and I was a ticking time bomb of Chocolate Passion.

Eat? Yeah, if I have time.

Luckily, my pilot got me in earlier than anticipated. An entire 35 minutes early. This put me at my hotel at 12:45. Well, crap. Now I have to wait.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Figure I might as well eat and check in to the Debret. I had to wait until Friday before I checked into VIP's per Seaman's brilliant idea because I had to wait until Seaman got into town. We would all then migrate like horny buffalo to the mating grounds of VIPs.

I check in and Debret is already off to a bad start. I have 2 twin beds. They are nice enough to put them together but since I specifically requested a large bed, this adds to the intensity of the bomb.

TICK, tock, tick, tock.

I head over to Alcazar to get the Stroganoff. Say what you will about Alcazar but I live and die by the Stroganoff, the filet mignon sandwich (with cheese, lettuce, and tomato), the Torenador c/ Champignon, and the Seafood Spaghetti.

Turns out, some of the herd is already there. Bwanna Dik and I were going to meet up at 4x4. I had to stop by 65 first. The plan must be followed. Rich shows up with another guy and Samarra from L'uomo.

Samarra. Impressive girl. She remembers me and I sure as hell remember her. Wow.

SweetMesquite shows up, also. Another buffalo for the VIPs mating ground. Godfather had mentioned him earlier. Cool.

I’m also introduced to some new buffalo. TequilaTim, MPI, and Mac69. New to me because I’ve never met them before. I was to soon learn that these guys were legendary buffalo.

I said it before and I’ll say it again. I’ve never met bad guys from this board. Can’t say the same for other boards.

We talk and I find out more about these guys. I’m in the presence of greatness. Being the newer calf, I sit and absorb the wisdom while I inhale the Stroganoff. Bwanna Dik, SweetMesquite, Mac69, MPI, and I head downtown intending to meet up with Rich at L’uomo later. TequilaTim has other plans. We break and disperse.

We decide to take the metro. I was interested in seeing an alternative mode of transportation to 4x4 and 65. If it got me to the terma faster…. Very nice station. Brand new. I’d use it again if I knew traffic was going to be a pain in the ass.

We get to Rua Buenos Aires and this is where I break from the herd. There’s a girl at 65 I have to confirm something with.

Shayla.

I hope she is working. I come in and I sit at the bar and scan the crowd. I don’t see her. Someone taps me on the shoulder. It’s her. She’s been sitting next to me and I didn’t even notice.

She remembers me. We greet each other without words. I remember her being a good kisser. No time for small talk. Let’s go. Timer’s running.

We get to the room and I look her over. Just like I remember. Not big in the breast department but dynamite once you get past them. No fat on her whatsoever and probably one of the best asses I’ve ever seen.

TICK, tock, tick, tock.

I had seen her only once before but, apparently, we made an impression on each other. We both remembered the right buttons to push on each other. She also knew a “special button” that would just bring on the Chocolate Onslaught unhindered.

The “Clinch”.

THIS is what I had to confirm. I was hoping it wasn’t a fluke because I wasn’t able to see her more than once on my last trip. So, she was on my mind since I left.

Oh, yeah. It wasn’t a fluke.

We were going at it at a nice rhythm with me on top. Then she does it.

Clinch.

It’s like flipping a switch. I go into overdrive. She times it with my strokes for a little bit. This works me into a frenzy. I go until I need to catch my breath. I slow down.

Apparently, she didn’t like this.

Clinch.

YAAAAAAAA!!!! I’m thinking this woman wants me to kill myself. I realize that jet lag is not going to let me finish this and, as long as she is on bottom, she won’t let me slow down until she gets hers.

Not a problem. The Chocolate Jackhammer also works from the bottom. I switch to her on top, which she prefers anyway.

Clinch.

YAAAAAAA!!!!! Since she’s working harder this time, she pops. Wow. If the Forces Of Evil ever learned about the “special switch”, there could be trouble.

We talk a little and I get her number again. I’m definitely going to see her again. She says tomorrow. SweetMesquite wanted to check out 65 tomorrow so I agree. Tomorrow.

No finish, so the timer keeps running.

TICK, TOCK, tick, tock.

I shower up and head to 4x4. I realize that I’m not going to pop but I’m going to partake of something a little different at 4x4.

I’m looking for Natalie. UWPhoto gave her a great review and I missed her last time. The fellas are here and it’s somewhat crowded. Not as bad as it usually is though. SweetMesquite says that Wednesday nights are the best time to be there. He’s right.

I see Natalie walk in. She scans the crowd and then goes back to sit down out of sight. I didn’t like that. Tonight, I was looking for someone that was advertising a little more.

I see Annabella. Dark-skinned blonde with nice little body. She had seen Godfather on our previous trip and he gave her a good review. I didn’t see anything else I liked. She and her sister are playing with me and SweetMesquite. I figure why not. I call her over.

She comes over and says "Kick Stand". Huh? She remembered me from when Godfather introduced us. Cool. We get a room.
If this girl kissed me more, she would have set off the bomb. But she didn’t. That’s the only reason. Other than that, this girl was RELENTLESS.

We work a little and I start to lose interest because she’s not kissing as much as I like. I figure I’m going to give it up.

Clinch.

WAIT! What was that?

Clinch.

YAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Godfather never mentioned this!

It's good but it’s not enough. But she refuses to quit. Even after the phone rings. She answers it and goes for another 10 minutes, bless her heart. Sorry, sweetie.

TICK, TOCK, TICK, tock.

SweetMesquite and I head to L’uomo. I’m going there for my ladies. Ingrid and Shayla. These girls are GUARANTEED to set off the bomb.

I walk in and I look around. I don’t see either of my potential targets. I figure that they aren’t working. Oh, well.

Uh-oh. In walks Monica. This girl REALLY likes me.

She sees me and makes a beeline for me. She comes over and starts in with the Portuguese. Full speed. I understand none of it. She refuses to leave me and starts kissing me. I know I won’t pop for her but why not?

We go up stairs and I pound the crap out of her which is what she wanted. She’s a little too clingy for me though.

I get back to the bar and guess who is there? Ingrid. Dammit, I wish she was here an hour ago.

She comes over to me and she seems as happy to see me as I am to see her. I explain that I just got into town. We sit down in the bar and enjoy each others company. Apparently, we both had a long day. She falls asleep in my arms after we kiss for what seems like hours, bless her heart.

I woke her up when the fellas were ready to leave and told her that I would see her tomorrow.

I head back to Debret with Gamplan: Part Deux. Tomorrow, I will make history. The first Hombre to do 2 different Shaylas in one day. Shayla at 65 and Shayla at L'uomo.

I can't wait because ......

TICK, TOCK, TICK, tock.

Thursday, Mar. 13th.

I head to Alcazar about 12pm. Seaman is coming in and I have to run an errand for Godfather. Crap. I was supposed to pick up cell phones for Seaman and myself. I was so busy trying to set off the bomb that I forgot. Oh, well.

Seaman shows up and some of the other guys are there. Introductions are made and the errand that I was running for Godfather arrives. Very nice looking girl. We conclude our business. She, Seaman, SweetMesquite, and I take our leave because she’s walking our way.

After she leaves, we hop in a cab to 4x4 and 65. Seaman opts for 4x4. SweetMesquite will meet me in 65 later. I’m going for a Clinch session at 65. Shaya meets me as I walk in.

We go at it again. I lose track of time and the phone stops us. I need this girl for at least 2 hours. I invite her to join me Sunday for my last session of the trip. My flight leaves at 7:30pm so I won’t have time to finish up at L’uomo as I normally would. She said she would.

Again, no finish.

TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK.

I go out into the bar and look for SweetMesquite. I see Annabella looking at me seductively. The last time I was here, Shayla introduced me to her as her cousin. She is a very cute brown-skinned girl. She turns around and I can see the family resemblance. Tell me, if you keep it in the family, it’s not a bad thing, is it?

Oh, well. My buddy and I head to L’uomo. Time to make history. I just happen to see Ingrid going up with a guy. That makes my decision easy. Where is Shayla? Right when I think that, she comes in the door. Damn, I had forgotten how incredible her body is. She comes over to greet me and Seaman. SweetMesquite had seen her the day before. Funny thing is that I didn’t know it was her because she changed her hairstyle. SweetMesquite goes “Kick Stand, do you know ….?” We see each other and both go “HEY!!” We kiss each other and hug. SweetMesquite goes “I guess you do.”

We are talking and the music starts. Shayla knows my other “special button”. She starts dancing in front of me. Instantly, my key teleported off of my wrist and was hovering right in front of Shayla. I had nothing to do with it.

We get a room. Most guys talk about playing with the extensions in her hair when having a session with Shayla. Forget that. I was having a grand ‘ol time with those amazing legs and ass. The only way I can describe this session is Mythic. She was an Amazon Goddess of legend and I was packing the Vulcan Hammer. There aren’t many girls that make me sweat. Shayla had me sweating more than Star Jones and Oprah Winfrey racing to KFC. Sheets were soaked.

Needless to say…..BOOM! The bomb has been neutralized. Oh, yeah.

I limp back to bar. The guys see and know that all is right in the world. I grab some water and catch my breath. I turn around to look over the crowd. Uh-oh….

Ingrid is coming towards me.

What will become of our fearless hero, Ladies and Gentlemen? After a fierce battle with the Awesome Amazon, can the Chocolate Wonder stand up to the Ebony Aphrodite?

Hell, yeah.

A couple of kisses from this woman and it is ON. I think I trampled some poor guy on the way to the room. Sorry, dude.

This battle was just as fierce. Ingrid attacked me with an aggressiveness that you never see in the sweet face of hers. Again, the phone stops us. Ingrid is a little disappointed because I didn’t get mine. I made sure she got hers, though. I even gave her a couple extra to make sure.

She made me promise to come back tomorrow. 4:00pm. You damn right, I will.

We go back to the bar. And chill. Monica stops me as I leave. She saw me take Shayla and Ingrid to the room. She’s not happy about it. Oh, well. She’ll get over it.

Tomorrow, Godfather hits town and we check-in to VIPs. Hmm….I wonder if I can get some escort action in before I see Ingrid tomorrow at 4pm?

Also, UWPhoto sneaked in early.

Let the games begin.

KS-You are an animal and your self discipline is to be admired. Anyone who can spend 40 minutes with any of the girls you mentioned and not lose it is my hero. Shit, I'm lucky to make it 30 minutes.

Perhaps you would care to share your secret with the board. Yoga, meditation, Tai Chi? Or is it a chemistry thing with the girl?

Sandman

Too funny Kick Stand. We had some great adventures as usual. Seems like every trip we take in South America gets funnier and funnier and funner and funner.

Anabelle from 4X4 isn't exactly my look I'm into but she was great in bed. She doesn't quit. You know I would prefer not to repeat but she is one that came over to my apartment on New Year's Eve. Remember? She was with some other dude at his table at Alcazar and I ended up taking her home for a long session before our dinner.

I'm looking forward to more adventures. Buenos Aires and Rio in May should be spectacular.

Kickstand,

I have to know more! What exactly is the garota doing when you write CLINCH?

BT

BT-Thanks. I wanted to ask the same question but knowing KS, I figured I'd be walking into something..he he!

Sandman

From Webster's

Pronunciation: 'klinch
Function: verb
Etymology: probably alteration of clench
intransitive senses
1 : to hold an opponent (as in boxing) at close quarters with one or both arms
2 : to hold fast or firmly

Get it?

I think he is referring to the feeling of kegals...

Oh, BTW, Kickstand, keeping it in the family is a good thing if occurs within a month of a holy day.

Star Jones and Oprah racing to KFC. Classic.

Fellas,

Layne87 is right on the money. I've run into about 3 ladies so far that can do it volutarily but I haven't been in the game hardcore for that long. If you've never experienced it yourself, it's quite a pleasant surprise.

Kick Stand

only a true monger would refer to himself as "chocolate wonder." but, after seeing about a half dozen girls look at kickstand and hold up their forearm, i guess i can't argue!

Friday, Mar. 14th

UWPhoto and Godfather are in Rio. The Crew is all here. This is not going to be pretty.

We meet up at Alcazar as usual. Godfather shows up around 1:30pm. We discuss the migration to VIPs. I realize that I have a whole 2 hours to kill before I go to L’uomo for Ingrid. Might as well get some entertainment in beforehand. I get TequilaTim to order me some room service from Company Girls. Thais. I’d been wanting to see what this girl was like for a while.

Seaman and Godfather don’t need to much urging to follow suit. We head to VIPs and check in. GF and I get individual apartments, Seaman goes for the suite. I think mainly because of the sex chair. If he says it’s because of the pool, he’s lying his ass off.

We have the girls to show up at 3pm. 3:45 comes around and no boing-boing for the Dark One. If I were anywhere else, I would’ve been pissed. But I was in Mecca. I was in Rio. All I had to do was go home to L’uomo. And that’s what I did.

GF and Seaman’s girls both showed. GF called and needed to use my camera. No problem. I told him that I was going “home” and he agreed to meet me there later.

I get “home” about 4:45pm and my lady, Ingrid, is there. I walk up to her and she gives me a look. I’m late. Oops.

No more time wasted. We head up to a room. She was ready for me this time. Great Day in the Morning, it was World Championship Full Contact Fuzzy Bumping! And to think, I was going to do her AND Shayla in the same day while they were fully rested. Dumb ass.

They would find nothing left of me but a chocolate puddle and a used Magnum XL. My mom would miss me. Please, don’t tell her how I died. Tell her I died saving puppies or something.

So, I come down and we chill. She leaves because she has to work and I wait on the fellas. Traffic was a bitch for them. They come in and I watch Seaman tap dance around Thaina trying to explain why he won’t take her up and “finish” what he started yesterday. Heh heh. I’m really enjoying this.

GF suggests we go check out 65. Why not? The feeling is returning to my legs now and my vision is clearing. Seaman is MORE than ready to leave before he does something stupid. Thaina is VERY hard to resist. Of course, I do what I can to help him make a stupid decision. “Aww, you can handle it.” HA!!

We head downtown to 65. We go in and it doesn’t take long for the fellas to hook up. Seaman has his hands full with Racquel and her “sister”. Racquel was number 2 on my “to-do” list. I tell Seaman that she will probably be the better performer. I think I have a knack for picking great performers by watching them dance. And this girl could move. I suggest a single with Racquel but he goes for the double. They both look like a hand full so I’m a little worried about his safety. A little. He takes the dupla. If he doesn’t make it back, I want his camera.

I want to do someone other than Shayla today. The Force is with me. For now. I don’t see her when we get there. But I DO see her cousin is there. I pretend that I don’t remember her. Yeah, right. I’d never forget an ass like that. She re-iterates that she is Shayla’s cousin. I act surprised. “No problema.” She says. “Let’s go up now before she comes down from her session.” Yes, Ma’am.

Before we leave, she calls over a blonde for GF. He seems pleased and decides to have a session with her. I’m not sure. As soon as I saw him start talking to her, I headed upstairs. Sorry, bud, but I only have a little time before Shayla comes back.

This was not good. I don’t know if it was because she knew Shayla liked me or because she was just not good, but the session was bad. The Force has left me. Oh, well. I guess it’s good that it wasn’t. I hate family disputes. She asks me not to say anything to Shayla. Not a problem.

I go back down and wait for the guys. GF comes first and rants about the awesomeness of the blondes rack. Seaman follows and confirms my super-human ability to pick a performer. I was right, yet again.

I tell the fellas of my plan to have Shayla over Sunday. Seaman and GF decide to do the same thing. Sounds like a plan. They get the numbers of the ladies and make the arrangements. Apparently, Shayla and Racquel are good friends. Nice.

Shayla and Racquel follow us to the locker room. They even take pics (check Seaman’s report). These girls are cool.

Next stop is Barberella. We stop at pay per kilo place first. They are serving some nasty looking fish. The guy loads up Seaman’s plate with it. GF and I pass. Wise move on our part (see Seaman’s “wretching and farting” report).

Barberella’s is okay but not my bag, Baby. I literally laughed in this girl’s face when she said 700R. There was only one girl there that made the Choco-Meter rise. She had this weird look in her eyes that made me concerned for my safety. I left with nothing. Seaman and GF hooked up.

Oh, well. There is always tomorrow.

Saturday, Mar. 15th

UWPhoto calls me at about 10:30am. All seems in readiness for today’s festivities. Copacetic. UW took a lot time to call all the agencies to organize the waves of garotas. Bwanna Dik had taken care of the beverages. Now they were on their way to VIPs with SweetMesquite in tow.

The current VIPs residents make the rounds via phone and we meet in Seaman’s suite to eat. The ladies are scheduled to start arriving at 1:00pm. Yeah, right.

Seaman, GF, and I head to the Millennium Suite. The fellas already have everything setup. Now comes the hard part. The waiting.

The first wave arrives at about 2:00pm. Oh, dear Lord, I’m going back to bed. Other than Ingrid, the previous day sucked for me. So, I was intent on getting something great today. It was NOT going to be with this group. Seaman, Bwanna, and UW are cool with these ladies. 4 ladies to 3 guys. UW takes the double. No returns for this group.

So I wait. So does GF and SweetMesquite.

The second group arrives and I’m anxious. This group is worse than the first. We send them ALL home.

GF mentions Company Girl. I’m apprehensive because I had a no-show yesterday and I rarely give the opportunity for a second disappointment. We order 3 ladies. They show up within a reasonable time.

GF seems cool with the only blonde in the group. Nice body. I want neither one of the other 2. I’m sorry but I have to be attracted to them in SOME way, body-wise or face-wsie. SM says the same. I’m tagged as the unlucky sap to tell the other two to take a hike. GF is doing the same thing via his girl who speaks English.

I figure that I’m going to give up and head to L’uomo. Go take care of business and come back to finish the party.

UW says that there is another group on the way. I figure that I’ll wait and see. If this group sucks, I quit.

SM and I are waiting by the stairs when the final wave arrives. SM sees the one he wants in the first 3. My patience pays off. The fourth comes in and she’s smoking. Oh, yeah. We have target acquisition. I was on her like UW on a spinner. There was no doubt in the crew’s mind which one I wanted.

5’5”, slender. I figure 36C. Olive skinned, jet black hair, and a beautiful smile. Oh, yeah. She’s got Kick Stand ALL over her.

She doesn’t speak English. Not a problem. I improvise. Seaman is sitting between two ladies that are into each other. Sometimes I hate him.

SM has his target. Bwanna has 3 ladies on the bed with him. I’m going to have to watch this guy. He could be trouble.

These ladies are from Inter-girls and we all are pleased. My girl and I are translating the cover of the CD that’s playing. I’m in.

We head to our rooms. She’s a good kisser. We spend time playing with each other. Too much time, I would learn. This girl looked so good that I planned to take my time with this. I figure I had her for another hour and a half and I was going to enjoy it.

This girl is not only gorgeous but gets a little aggressive when it comes to returning my interest in her awesome body. Oooooo. I like this one.

We get naked and she sees the reason I’m Kick Stand. She pauses.

She asks me “How big is that?” in Portuguese. I can’t stop laughing. I don’t know. I just use it.

We start out with her on top and I go slowly until she can handle it. Great kisser this girl. We go at it this way for a while and we switch to me on top. Damn, she’s beautiful. I’m really enjoying this.

That’s when the buzzer rings. Must be wrong room.

It rings again. What the fuck? It keeps ringing.

I try to ignore it. This guy is persistent. I’m torn between continuing with this loving lady lying beneath me or kicking the living crap out of whoever is at my freakin’ door.

She tells me to go see who it is.

I yell, “FUCK!!!!!” She says, “Ahh! Entiendo.” Funny girl. I throw a towel around my waist. I’m pitching a horizontal tent. I don’t plan to let this tent collapse.

I run to the door and fling it open. “WHAT?!!!!”

It’s one of the hotel guys. He was a little bald dude. Couldn’t have been taller that 5’5”. The poor guy. Here was this 6 foot, angry black man with something pointing at him from under a towel. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

He speaking portuuguese and I’m not listening. Trying to collect money for the rooms. WHAT?!! I yell Fabiola’s name at him at shut the door. Fucking crap!

I go back and pick up where I left off, which is not hard considering how good this girl looked.

We get back into the groove of things and the phone rings. WHAT THE FUCK?!!!!!

I yank the phone off hook. “WHAT?!!!!” It’s UW. They’re all waiting on me.

YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FREAKIN’ KIDDING ME!!!!

I’m so mad that I’m stunned. I can’t speak. I try to get her to stay longer. The lady is telling me that she has to leave. The girls all rode together because one of them drove.

I am NOT happy.

We shower and head back. I’m so mad that I’m pacing. The fellas know that the time bomb is ticking again. Time to head to L’uomo. This will be may last chance to see Ingrid and Shayla. I can’t get there fast enough.

I even decide on a backup garota because I know that they are usually busy. Layhani.

She had shaved her legs and I was ready for her. I have to snake her from this guy I had met on the plane. Sorry, dude, but I will NOT be stopped.

Layhani is okay but she says all the right things, if you know what I mean. “Fuck my pussy.” Shut up. I fuck her but I’m not going to give her the chocolate sauce. I’m going to save that for Ingrid. Let Layhani be disappointed.

I come down and Ingrid is there. No time wasted. We go up and we fuck each other. Man, I love this woman. It’s a marathon of us pounding each other. I’m think, “Ol’ Faithful.” She can do it anytime she wants.

I can feel it coming and then…..

The freakin’ phone rings.

NOOOOO!!!!! We both are yelling this. She was going for #4 and I was going #1. This is just NOT my day.

We shower and change and meet back in the bar. She sits with me for a while before she has to go see another client. Until next time, my lady.

GF suggests Barbarella’s via Frank’s. I don’t care at this point. I’m not into either place so I’m just hanging with the fellas. Besides, Shayla’s coming over tomorrow.

Of course, on the way back, there is the “Policia Fiasco”. Check out GF’s report. Good call on Seaman’s part.

Sunday, Mar. 16th

Well, it’s my last day. Yesterday was like a never ending cycle of kicks to the crotch. I can’t go to L’uomo because my flight leaves at 7:30pm. The only drawback of flying with Continental for me.

Shayla from 65 is coming today. Alright. Got some “clinch” action coming to send me off right.

Copacetic.

Seaman and I met Shayla and Racquel at Rio Sul mall. Shayla is late. She lives far out so I expected it. She comes up and she’s looking good. GF’s girl is a no-show. Well, we call him and he makes arrangements with his Company Girl visit from the day before.

We discover that Shayla didn’t bring a bathing suit. We stop at one of the markets along the way and let her buy one. We head back to VIPs and chill in Seaman’s Suite. The ladies change into bathing suits.

Cool. This is going to be…..what the fuck?

WHERE DID ALL THAT DAMN HAIR COME FROM?

This can’t be happening. She was not like this when I saw her earlier. I noticed a little but DAMN!

Crap. Well, it’s not like I can send her away. This is my only shot at orgasmic happiness before I have to leave and I REFUSE to board that flight with one in the chamber. I think that’s illegal, anyway.

I have to focus all of my chi to see past the blonde fur. REALLY focus. Then I remember…this is Shayla. Clincher Numero Uno. As long as I focus on her kissing and clinching, I’m solid.

We have a good time hanging out and then we break.

Focus, Weedwacker, FOCUS!!!

My concentration abilities pay off. She’s such a good kisser that I can ignore the leg fur. I will admit that I didn’t spend as much time down there as I usually do. A LOT less. If she wants the full treatment, then she better shave that shit.

We make with the Horizontal Mambo and we’re enjoying it. She really likes the top and I really like grabbing that beautiful ass. Even with the hair. Ugggggghh. That’s it, dammit. I’m packing Nair from now on.

I pound her from beneath for what seems like forever. Then we switch to missionary. The time has come. She knows I love it.

Clinch.

YAAAAAAA!!!! There’s no stopping me now.

Bang. Chamber emptied. It’s safe to resume travel.

We play around a little and wait for Seaman to give us the okay to return. We shower up and head back.

The girls all leave together after we settle up monetarily. GF, Seaman, and I head to Copacabana to return the cell phones.

Those bastards have time to hit L’uomo. Dammit.

My flight home is uneventful, thank goodness. I’m not depressed about leaving because I already have my next mongering trip booked. Man, those bastards are a bad influence.

The end of a great trip with some interesting and frustrating moments.

GF, UWPhoto, and I will see each other in BA in May. GF and I will possibly hit Rio for a couple days. You KNOW we are working on convincing Seaman to join us. I think we have him figured out now so it shouldn’t take much. Heh heh.


Bwanna, TequilaTim, Mac69, Rich, MPI, SweetMesquite, and Don: it was good to see you guys. Until next time. Looking like May. Hope you’re around.

GF, Seaman, and UWPhoto: see you bastards in BA.

Kick Stand

Good wrap up Kick Stand. I forgot to bust your chops about that girl's hair. I forgot to mention it. I was with my girl hanging out with the guys up at Seaman's pool the last day when Britney (the girl that was supposed to come over) calls and wants to come over NOW. Too late. You snooze you lose.

I'm like Kick Stand. I don't like that furry fuz. I've been lucky that all the girls I see shave their legs. I've even mentioned to the girls that I'm damn glad they shave their legs. I think if more guys mention it more girls will do it.

Hey Kick Stand. How dare you write, "I'm not depressed about leaving". I was almost in tears when Seaman and I had to leave L'uomo. And to make it worse I discovered that I forgot to take out one of the phone numbers from my robe my last night there. Oh well.

If you haven't made it down to South America I suggest you just do it. Don't make excuses. If these uncertain times can teach you anything it is that life is short. Live for today. I try to live each day like it's my last and it works. Good luck all.

GF,

HA!! Just count yourself lucky that you were able to finish up at L'uomo. Believe me, I would have loved to been there. But I know that'll be back. I'm a patient man. Well....I can wait a month. Well...maybe I can't. I may have to skip up to Montreal between now and May but I'll make it!

Kick Stand

Funny, I've always thought that Ingrid was by far the most beautiful snatch in Luomo--but I've never seen her name posted here before!! Good report, thanks

KS--clap, clap, clap! Well done buddy. Poor girls will start running from ya though with that tool of yours he he!

Hope to make a return sojourn with you guys soon.

Sandman

'Stand - you know I'm ready to take you up on a montreal trip (grin). just say the word...