I woke up for the first time on the plane as sunrise rose over the amazon basin. It was an amazing site even from such an altitude -- clearly there were no cities, just dark green jungle and tons of little rivers making the most intricate patterns. Someday, I'll have to take a trip down the amazon river, but for now I was just interested in a few more winks. Two red-eye flights in two days had just about done me in ... and I wanted to be rested as much as possible to not waste any time in Rio. The next time I woke up, we were coming in for landing. It was amazing to see just how big the hills are around Rio and to see the city nestled in between.
Cleared immigation and customs in just minutes. Locals bags were being searched, but the tourists were just being waved across. I wanted to change some money into reals, but there were no exchange places around. A taxi tout wanted to change money for me, but I declined. Another tourist and I finally found all of the banks and atm machines clustered together at one end of the arrivals level. Since we were both going to Copacabana, we decided to share a cab. Rio traffic is painfully snarled in the morning, but eventually we arrived at my hotel, the Rio Roiss.
The Rio Roiss was an excellent location - one block from Meia Pataca and Help disco, around the corner from Blame It On Rio Travel, a good internet cafe, and a great crepe restaurant. It is one block from Rio Atlantico, the main street that runs along the beach. When I checked in, the manager gave me an "upgrade" for the room. Basically the room had a double bed, a table, a dresser, a window air conditioning unit, a closet, and a large bathroom with a shower. A safe was available for a small extra charge.
As soon as I got a shower, I decided to go for a walk on the beach. Oh boy, I was looking for the famous Rio butt-floss, but I have to say I was disappointed. In the morning, the beach was full of many families and lots of regulars. Most of the women were wearing bikinis, but no g-strings, and some were showing a lot more flesh (read quantity) than I really wanted to see. There were a few lookers, but as I later learned, the garotas on the program were all still asleep until 2 or 3 in the afternoon.
The beach in Rio is a wide, white sand beach very similar to Newport Beach in Southern California. The water was green (not the blue you see in the islands), but not as cold as California. There were small waves crashing on the beach and fishing boats just offshore.
After my beach walk, I had to go see Meia Pataca. There was a mix of all kinds of people at the cafe - tourists, a lesbian couple in their 50s, mongers in small groups, and and a few garotas (mostly 5s and looking hardcore). I decided to order a beer. I saw Carlson on the menu (a beer with fond memories from Thailand), so I ordered one to see if they were the same stuff. My waiter proceeds to bring out an aluminum bucket full of at least 6 bottles. I motioned that I just wanted one, and he said in case I got thirsty. I looked around and no one else had a bucket, so I figured that I either got the special gringo treatment or the staff was just having a laugh at my expense. As I drank the beer, I was joking with some of the garotas who came and sat down at the next table. They seemed to think that it was pretty funny too.
Anyway, as I spent the next hour and a half relaxing and eating some lunch, I began to evaluate my options. More garotas were filtering in, but I began to suspect that these were the girls that did not get picked the night before or were more desperate than the average. None looked do-able to me, although some were hooking up and some were fun to joke around with. One blonde wrote her name and cell number on a small piece of paper, wadded it up, and threw it at me. When was the last time I was in a city where girls were throwing their phone numbers at me??? Anyway, I realized that Rio was much more a night town so and the beach scene must get going later than I had realized (turned out to be hopping at 4-7PM). So my choices were to go get some sleep (yeah right), call an agency, or hit a termas. I was supposed to meet some other hobbyists at 4PM for a few beers and then a Solarium run, so I decided to go start calling the agencies.
As I got up to start walking home, I soon realized that one of the #$$#!@ pigeons that hang around Meia Pataca had crapped a big white load on my shoe. So far I'm six hours in Rio and all I have to show for it is pigeon shit.
When I got back to the Rio Roiss, I pulled out my copies of the best of the agency web pages. As I started calling, some had no answers, and others that had only someone who spoke Portugese. I began to realize just how hard this might be. I talked to Roger from TopScort who speaks english and I had traded emails with prior to arriving - Bianca wasn't available until tomorrow, but I got that arranged. I finally got a hold of CompanyGirl and found someone who spoke some spanish. I remembered the advice from Athos- give your first name, hotel name, hotel phone number, room number, time, and the name of the girl. That's all they need. Later I was able to get that across to some of the portugese agencies, once I learned to count to ten in portugese.
I ordered up Lorena from CompanyGirl. She lives in Ipanema, so she was able to come over within only about 45 minutes. As soon as they confirmed with Lorena, they had someone call back who could speak english and recognize that the cost was R170 for two hours plus taxi (R20). The exchange rate I'd been getting was 2.38, so total cost was about $70US.
A few minutes later, I got a call from the front desk that a "young lady" was here to see me and would I like her to come up? I said yes, and a few minutes later she was in the room. It took a few minutes to break the ice, but soon she was laughing. I took a few pictures (which unfortunately were later lost in a digital camera snafu). She was prettier than even on the web page. Lorena was a dark skinned morena with a tight body and a/b-size tits. She was an absolute delight as we traded massages, she gave a bbbj, and then we did the horizontal mambo. She is highly recommended and turned out to be one of the best values of my trip. She offered a second release, but I wanted to be ready for Solarium, so I declined.
I took another shower and set off for Meia Pataca again. This time there were a few lookers, but as I sat drinking my chopp, I declined all offers of companionship. After 45 minutes of waiting without success, I finally left and took a cab to Solarium. I’d hoped to hook up, but it just wasn’t in the cards. I can see how a termas or help disco or the lido boites would be more fun with a small group of guys than alone.
Solarium is a fair ride down on the other side of the lake and the hospital from Copacabana. I’m not sure that the area is great, but I think their security is pretty good. I went right in and the gentleman at the front desk explained the process in english for me. He gave me my number tag and locker key and I went in to change. There were some ladies there, but they were assistants, not program girls. They exchanged my robe for a grande one. I wasn’t sure whether to keep the underwear on under the robe or not. I went and took a shower and then went back to the locker to drop them off.
Feeling a little exposed in a robe that was plenty big enough, but seemed a little short, I went up the stairs to the bar. It was smaller than I expected. There were maybe 8 guys and 20 girls. All of the girls had on the same style bikini – some were dancing, some just sitting around talking, and others waiting to latch on. As I came in, I was clearly fresh meat. A pretty good looking brunette snagged my hand and asked if I wanted something to drink. I ordered a water and she brought it to me. We sat down and I finally understand what a girl must feel like trying to sit in on a couch in a min-skirt. I talked with Lenora for a while. Her english was so-so, but it was enough to communicate. As I watched the others around, I realized there were some hotter looking blondes, but she was probably the best of the brunettes (7 or 8). She was getting friendly too and kept trying to stroke me. The bar was a little too well lit for me to get groped in public and I was worried that I would be a real sight with a woody in that robe. Finally things went down again and I asked her about going to a cabine.
She looked pleased and started to get up. I asked her if she was “complete”, but she said no. Without any concern at all, she asked if I wanted her to bring a girl over who would do complete. I said no, but I wanted to try it once before I depart Rio. She smiled, and led me upstairs to a small cabine. By small, I mean just big enough for a small table and the bed (no aisles on either side of the bed). The walls are lined with mirrors and everything looked very clean and fresh. We undress (more a problem for her) and she pushes me down. Before I know it, she is going to town with a really good bbbj. After a few minutes, I realized that I wouldn’t last if she kept it up, so I motioned to put on the condom. She wanted to do doggie style, and I said ok. Oh my, these girls can screw. Even though she was tall (maybe 5’8” or so), she got her legs spread wide enough and the angle just perfect. It was awesome. Sometimes I just can’t stay in when things are rocking and sometimes the angle is uncomfortable, but this girl had it down. We kept at it for 15 minutes. I thought she might be getting sore or uncomfortable would want to change positions. I offered, but she said she was ok and liked how hard I was. She told me to keep going. Who was I to stop…. Another 15 minutes later and I finally blew my load. This was the best doggie style sex I’ve ever had. Just the right friction and a girl who was clearly enjoying herself.
We cleaned up and I headed back down for another shower. I left after that, because I just wasn’t comfortable going back into the bar to get another girl after I had just come from a session. Maybe I’ll get over that later. I could certainly see how a group of guys could easily spend a whole afternoon in a termas.
I went back to the hotel and decided to get a nap so that I could go see Help disco that night. I got up around 11pm and went to find some food. There was a street vendor with a little charcoal grill set up on the corner. I bought some skewers of beef (natural … without the grainy garlic seasoning) for R$1 each. This was one of the best meals I had in Rio. Just meat but hit the spot.
I got cleaned up again and dressed in a good shirt and slacks to go to help. I got there just after midnight and whole restaurants in front of help were still full of clusters of pretty girls. Some girls were trying to convince the clerk that they were in line at midnight so they should get in at the lower price. I showed my hundred dollar bill and was waved inside to see the manager. They changed the bill and I went in.
Help is a unique experience unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. There were hundreds of girls and probably almost as many guys – some young and hip, some older. You buy drink slips and then take them to the bar. This is a great system because you don’t have to tip the bartenders at all and service is the same for everybody. I watched the dancing for a while and scoped the girls. On a Friday night, I thought this would be the best (turned out the weekend was even better, both Saturday and Sunday), but the girls ranged from 3s to 9s. Many of the best seemed already spoken for and I really just wanted to figure out how the scene worked. Eventually I realized that all you have to do with some of them is make eye contact or smile. Others would just blow you off like any disco in the US. Since I have two left feet and no rhythm, dancing was out of the question without a whole bunch of tequila. I wanted to sleep that night and catch up, so I was sticking with bottled water.
I eventually found a girl that was a good dancer and fun to watch. I got her attention and bought her a drink. We went upstairs to talk. She was very friendly and spoke ok english. After a half hour of being with her, I just knew that she wasn’t for me. I ended up giving her some money and told her that I would was too tired to screw. It’s the first time I’ve ever paid a girl to not screw. I just felt bad knowing that she had two kids and I had just taken up the prime hook-up time out of her evening. Anyway, she was ok and I ended up seeing her the next two nights at Help. I think she got the point then that I wasn’t interested in her, but at least I didn’t offend her. I really try hard to avoid the ugly american image. I left Help alone and went back to the Rio Roiss at 1:30AM. I felt safe the whole way home because there were so many people out in front of Help and the Othon Palace Hotel. (In fact, I would always tell the cabs to take me to the Othon Palace because it was the closest landmark that everyone knew.)
Well, end of day one, and two good experiences out of two, with one aborted attempt to hook up.