BA Day Five Monday as Sunday

Monday was a holiday in the land and hence it was more like a Sunday than a Monday. Many shops were closed and all the banks were closed. Very much like Sunday, especially from a monger’s viewpoint.
I spent most of the day lining up things to do for the next several days. Some time on the net and a phone call to Roxana. I gave her several names and numbers and the times I would like to meet the prospective ladies along with my personal requirements. One of those requirements, of course, is willing to be photographed. I also booked Roxana for a guided city tour. I figured it was time to be a tourist and do the tourista thing. She charges ten dollars and hour for tours plus 35 pesos and hour for the driver. I guess that is not bad for a private guided tour with an English speaking lady that if very easy on the eyes.
Early in the evening I dropped by the Etoile Hotel bar for a drink. I met a young gentleman from NYC via Hong Kong and India. The other two gentlemen were Argentine who worked for the American in NYC. We exchanged war stories, read that as mongering tales. One of the local men insisted on telling me of numerous places that I have not heard of on this site or anywhere else. I will investigate and report any that are worthwhile. I am a little suspect he was trying to impress his boss and that a few too many drinks were driving the bragging.
Monday evening I went to several clubs in the Recoleta area to find a very limited number of ladies available. Thoughts of an old western ghost town were beginning to dance in my mind’s eye. In my wanderings I did see the first SG in my visits to BA. I named her Flopsy, Mopsy, n’ Cottontail. I first noticed her standing in the street, I said she was a street girl, with a long coat on. The eye catcher was the huge pile of blonde hair that would make Dolly Pardon jealous. Ala the name Mopsy. As a car approached she opened her coat and sort of jumped up and down without her feet leaving the ground. This action caused the barely concealed massive mammaries to jiggle, bounce and quiver. Ala the name Flopsy. As the car passed I was almost in tears laughing. She opened the coat to reveal a very tight and very short pair of white shorts. As she continued to bounce up and dpwn, her rear end reminded me of a rabbit bouncing along. Ala the name Cottontail.
My day ended with an interesting young lady from Paraguay that spoke little English and provided an adequate, but not fantastic, session. I think my first couple of experiences this trip may have set the bar a bit high for the ladies. Naw, it was a holiday and the best were taking some well deserved time off.

Grshel1:

May you mention the name of the places (or the neighborhood in which they are located) that the local guy referred to?

Thanks,

Andres

I will post them tomorrow...don't have them with me at the moment.

The places he gave me are: Crocodilo at Gallo y Paraguay, Divino Disco (but go in VIP), and Follin Disco. Plan on checking a couple of them this evening.

You can find some updated information about Cocodrilo at WSG. It seems good these days.

About El Divino, if I remember well, it is a non-pro disco located near 900 Hipolito Yrigoyen St. Never went there. I guess that you may spot a pro there but not as a usual stuff.

Never heard about Follin either.

Hope this helps,

Andres