Today is Saturday and I awake to another beautiful morning. Remembering how late Favorita #2 slept the other day, I'm not about to waste this beautiful morning, so I shower, dress and I'm off leaving her in the apartment. I know she won't even know I'm gone.

It's about 8:00, so I head over to Debret for breakfast at the top. The view is nice and I am growing fond of this Brazillian coffee. I'm not sure I will do it again because there are better options. The Mariott down the street supposedly has an awesome American type breakfast buffet that I may try next time.

It's just after 9:00 and I think about going to check in on Favorita #2. Nah….. she's ok. She sleeps like she's on Ambien. I need to go fire off a couple of emails to my pathetic married friends in the States. I head up Atlantica Ave towards the internet place. However, I find it closed and they don't open until 10:00, so I think about killing some time and going back in a little while. I start to head up Atlantica Ave even further and then it occurs to me. I have a sexy woman lying in my bed in my apartment and I'm hanging around killing time so I can get on the internet like a God Damn nerd. I quickly head back to the apartment. Back inside, I crawl into bed and within minutes I'm back asleep.

About an hour later, I'm lying there half-asleep in somewhat of a stupor when I began to stretch my legs a bit. About that instant I catch a cramp in my left calf, and I sit straight up in bed. (If any of you have ever gotten one of these things, you know how bad they can hurt.) I try to wake Favorita #2 up because I hate rubbing these things out myself. How do you say "ouch… help…. Fuckin-A" in Portuguese? She's about half asleep and I'm patting her on the back, ass and leg trying to get her attention. Finally she says, "Aldaron" in a questioning "what-the-fuck-are-you-doing? AND “stop-fucking-around" kind of way. (I would laugh about this later as she told the story to Don) I persist and she finally turns over and sees what is going on and sits up and starts rubbing it out. For the next 2 or 3 minutes this goes on and finally the cramp subsides. She inquires if I am ok and lays her head back down on me. Sweetmesquite was right… this girl is a total sweetheart.

Favorita #2 would leave about 3:00, but not before she tells me that she saw me go into Luomo Thursday. This was the same day that she left at 4:00. "Why do you say that", I ask. Well apparently Favorita #2 lives right across the street from Luomo in an apartment with a couple of other girls and she saw me actually go in. (Doh!!!!!!) To make matter worse, this was about an hour after she had left my apartment. Apparently, her roommates work at Luomo also. I just smile. "No problemo", she says. This is what makes this girl different. She smiles and calls me safado and off she goes.

It's well into the afternoon and now I'm thinking about my date with Shayla at Luomo. This has to be done. I head up Copacobanna Ave stopping at the McDonalds along the way. It was here that I see the only anti-American sentiment (if you can call it that) during my whole time in Rio. This kid, who is probably 16 or 17, is standing in line and on the back of his shirt it reads FUCK USA. I find this amusing because he is standing in THE American fast food restaurant ordering his dinner. I wonder if he even realizes it.

I head towards Blockbusters to replenish my cash reserves and run into Sweetmesquite there. He says that Skull Jockey is at Monte Carlo and he is headed that way. I've never been to MC, so I decide to join him and off we go.

Monte Carlo was ok, but there appears to be more guys than normal in this place today, so the odds aren't good. Skull Jockey has a 19-year-old blonde hanging on him. He tells me that I need to do her. It's tempting, but I waiver and someone else grabs her up. Sweetmesquite and I decide to save our ammunition and we all set out for Luomo.

This is it. I have to do what must be done to make a statement to "the first". I like her, but she isn't going to tell me who I can and can't fuck. She's not in the bar area when I come out, so this is perfect. I soon spot Shayla at the end of the bar all alone. I smile, she smiles and here she comes. She has a body that I cannot resist and soon she has it all over me as I try to maintain my balance on the barstool. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see "the first" has returned. I'm not worried about any drama though. This has to be done and off we go.

I do my thing, Shayla does her thing and then its time to talk. Shayla is a very fun girl to be around. It's been said by someone already that a lot of the girls don't like her, but I'm not sure why. She speaks a little English, and I want to see how much I can get out of her regarding “the first”. From what I can tell, I think it is all about being the new kid on the block and probably just terma competition for Reals. You know how girls can be toward each other in general. I sensed no animousity from Shayla toward any of the other girls at Luomo though, but I can’t say for sure whether or not she is an instigator is some way or the other. Anyway, Terma Politics ….. who can figure it? She is a nice girl and I will definitely see her again when I go back. We say our good-byes and I go out to find Sweetmesquite in his extra long robe at the bar. He looks like Moses standing there. Its time to leave, so we grab a cab and head for Terraco.

The plan now is to decide where we want to eat tonight. Arriving at Terraco, Sandman already has his nightly dessert with him along with two of her friends and is sitting outside at a table. I leave for a moment and go change my clothes and return. The girl's two friends are taking an interest in me, but I'm keeping them at arm's length because none of the guys know these girls. We decide to eat here, but we go inside because it is a bit chilly outside. I actually had a very good dish here. It was some kind of chicken with some blended rice on the side. (I think it was the Chicken Palm on the menu) During dinner, I have one of these girls sitting next to me, and the other directly across from me. I can basically have either one I want, but I opt for the one rubbing my cock all through dinner.

It's only about 11:00, but we all head in different directions. I am taking this girl back to my apartment. Once inside, this chick turns all business and starts throwing out 400R. I laugh at her and then I start to think that I would rather be hanging out with the hombres than here with her. She had a really tight body and sort of reminded me of Celine Dion in the face, but I just wasn't into this now. I tell her 150R to try to get rid of her. "Not Possible" she says. Ok, leave then, I think to myself. She starts trying to work something out and comes down to 300R, but I am firm. Finally I tell her to come on and let's go back. She is clearly frustrated, but I'm not into it anymore. I remember my rule I made yesterday about girls picking me, and this isn't happening. Now she wants something for a taxi because she says she doesn't have any money. “No, I'm not giving you any taxi money” I tell her. We just took a 90-second walk from where we were. She can walk her ass right back over there and do whatever she was going to do had she not met me tonight. It's only 11:15 and she has plenty of time to round up a sucker. Later, I would feel a little remorse for not giving her 10R or something, but unfortunately for her, she caught the brunt of my new "no bullshit" policy. (The funny thing is that later I would see Sandman with her friend inside Help, and the girl gave me the strangest look like "what the fuck are you doing here", because by then I was with another girl.)

With that bit of unpleasantness done, I head back to Terraco and find Sweetmesquite, another hombre (don't know his hombre name), and two girlfriends of Sweet's. Sweet is in the process of telling a big yarn about how South America was divided up by the Pope in the 1500s and basically split it down the middle between Portugal and Spain and that's where the language differences originated. The girl's question this bit of history somewhat, but Sweet proclaims that he knows it is true because he saw it on American television. Then he goes off into a sordid tale about the inventor of the brassiere; a man named Titslinger. After we stopped laughing we called bullshit, and he finally admits that he thinks it was some internet hoax that went around.

Around 12:00, Skull Jockey shows up and he and I go into Help. It's a Saturday night and there are a lot of girls here tonight, but I don't like pulling girls out of here that I don't know or that are not being referred to me, and I'm certainly not letting another one pick me again. If all else fails, I will take Skull Jockey's little part-time girl home with me, as Sweetmesquite did the night before. That's my plan actually. As the night progresses, I keep telling Skull Jockey that I'm going to fuck his wife tonight. "Please do so she will get off of me", he says. That's the plan at least until Favorita #2 shows up. She walks over and gives me a kiss. Looks like another repeat.

We hang around Help for a while because it is Saturday night and the place is jumping. Skull Jockey has a semi-stalker after him and offers to do him tonight for free. It seems he was here during the Christmas Holidays last year and all of the good girls were out of town, so he broke down and had relations with this one. She isn't bad, but she has to be near 30. He doesn't want anyone tonight though and he keeps pushing her away. He wants to spend his last night in Rio alone. (what a fag!) I get an hour's worth of amusement out of this game he has going with this woman.

Favorita #2 leaves me for a few minutes and Skull Jockey and I are standing around and in walks half of the Luomo girls in single file like they own the place. "The first" is with them. As they make their way past us, I reach out to her and grab her hand and try to pull her to me. She smiles, but doesn't say anything, and will not come to me. It seems a cold chill has set in Help tonight and this is the first sign of fallout from my Shayla indiscretion this afternoon.

Favorita #2's back now and we sit for a while. It's funny how the male mind works. An hour ago I was wishing Favorita #2 would show up so I wouldn't have to take a chance on a girl I didn't know. Now, I am wishing I could go be with "the first". Ahhhh… the grass is always greener…….

Now I'm sitting behind Favorita #2 with my arm around her taking in the scene. Once again, she leaves me for a few minutes so I have another chance to say hello to "the first". At this moment she is about 15 feet away, so I get up and walk over to her, and put my hand around her waste, kiss her on the cheek, and walk away without saying a word. I'll make up with her tomorrow.

Favorita #2 and I leave and as we settle in the apartment, I have no regrets with being with this girl again. She has been here three out of the last four nights and that is fine by me. It's a little chilly tonight, so I give her one of my long sleeve pullover shirts to wear. (remember this part for tomorrow) I offer her some pajama bottoms, but she will have none of that… just a long sleeve shirt and no panties. You gotta love these women in Brazil.

I love your detailed blow by blow reporting style. Helps a lot to survive intertrip live so to speak. I see a lot of similarities between my first trip and yours.
Been with most of the garotas you mentioned, extended my trip for a week on day I supposed to leave.
Thanks for sharing with us.

I told the guys in Rio that I wasn't going to write a trip report, and if I did, I wasn't going to publish it, and they jumped all over me. I had tod o this for me so I would never forget.

Hehe, amazing that of all the apartments in rio, your girl lives across from L'Uomo. I was having a quick drink with another CH member at the first floor kiosk near the escalators in the L'Uomo mall, and we see one of his wives who he's had a bit of a falling out with. At first we think she's stalking him, but, no, she actually LIVES in that building! BTW, she's with a friend, doesn't acknowledge us, and then pops one of the best quick "fuck you" fingers you'll ever see. Even funnier, he wasn't going to L'uomo - just having a guarana with me before i went. After all the shit we get away with, he gets busted for being innocent.

That's funny Seaman.

She definitely surprised me when she told me that. I didn't understand what she was trying to tell me at first. I had no clue there was even an apartment building around Luomo. She was cool though. She didn't start any of that possessive shit, which is why I kept having her back over. She deserves to be rescued, but it won't be me. I only have kindness to offer her when I am in town.

When you walk into the main mall entrance near the kiosks-and you see the escalators on your right, if you look straight you'll see elevators. Those are apartments and, i guess, a bunch of programa girls live there.

Hmmm...Kenn, Don, other apartment guys: Got any rentals in THAT building?

If I stayed in that building I wouldn't get any sleep. Those girls are insatiable.

A Brazilian girl I know told me that if she doesn't have sex at least several times a day, she starts to go nuts. (Sorry honey, too late) She wasn't the best looking, but she was wild in bed. I'll normally only screw a girl once and save my other goes for other girls, but she didn't want to let me go until she had me three times.

I don't think I am going to be able to stay away from those girls for very long.

So, had SweetMesquite finished his bottle of wine before or after discussing the Treaty of Tordesillas with you guys and the girls at dinner?

For you history buffs out there, The Treaty of Tordesillas split the world between Spain and Portugal in 1494. At that point, I don't think Vespuci had discovered North America, so the Papal split was intended to protect Portugal's interests in Africa and Inda. Portugal got everything east of the line of demarcation (All of Brazil basically plus Africa and India), Spain got the west side, which seemed like a shitty deal at the time because all they knew about were the islands in the Caribbean and but of course, within just a few decades, turned out to be all of North America and the areas west of the Andes and the northern portion of South America, plus The Phillipines.

He was on his second bottle, but it sounds like American television was right.

many trips to brazil and many bottles of brazilian wine and one night on the history channel, finally one fellow monger understands why they speak portugese rather than spanish! you will never get a garotta to believe this story.

I think Sweet discussed this with me one night at Luomo (or was it 65?). Here's a link for more details...

http://campus.northpark.edu/history/WebChron/Americas/Tordesillas.html

Sweet's just a wealth of knowledge. Now somebody find out about Titslinger.

seaman..ahhh memories...a fine finger it was at that...I miss that little girl ..

alas , i told you i personally did the research and it is unfortunately not true that otto titslinger invented the bra[ hence the TITslinger], a great story nonetheless but fiction .however i stand by your research on why they speak portugese in brazil. most garotas will tell you they do because they are better than the other countries in SA, your article tells otherwise