I spent a lot of Day 3 sleeping and recovering from the rigours of Day 2. I did one thing right: I asked the front desk to change rooms because I knew from Day 1 that fucking girls on two single beds pressed together was a less than satisfactory solution. I needed a double bed, and I got one in room 504, as well as more space and a nice corner with windows on both sides. This is a much nicer room than 902 and I didn't regret my move. Hotel management had no problem transferring my messages to the new room.

I decided to wander around for a bit to get some supplies. The local drug store had a toothbrush and toothpaste (which I'd forgotten in the old room) super-cheap, and the nearby grocery market had a six-pack of Diet Cokes for R$4.20. This is a lot cheaper than the R$2 the hotel bar charges for a single soda, although to be fair the frigibar is pretty darn cheap compared to those in other hotels.

I was anticipating seeing Tazia in the evening and figured I would save my energy for her. At the same time, I knew the probability of her flaking would be pretty high, and that made me wary. I tried calling her a few times, but the phone in the new room worked about as well as the one in the old: Not at all.

The front desk lady finally put me straight - turns out that cellular phones are dialed long distance with a "0" instead of "09" for local calls. So if you put an "09" in front of the number, the call wouldn't work. After I learned that, I had no further problems with calls.

So I finally did reach Tazia, and she suggested tomorrow at 2:00 instead. I've started having second thoughts about this since I didn't like seeing her flake, I really can't afford it, and she's asking a lot compared to the other girls I've seen. So all in all I think I will avoid her for the rest of the trip. Too bad since I think sleeping with her would have been glorious - but I had the impression that the heavy chemistry I felt was all on my side, with none from her, which might not make the meeting worth such a high percentage of my budget. Mind you, if I haven't totally antagonized her through this report, I'll stand in line to do and photograph her n my room next time I come to Rio.

So my next idea was to visit Terma L'oumo, which is not far from the hotel. I was actually able to walk there, although it's a bit more than normal walking distance. Do not walk down Avenue Atlantica (in front of the hotels); go one block away from the beach and walk down the main commercial strip. There are a lot more people there, and as a result you are far less likely to be hassled.

I ignored that advice when I went to L'umo, since I wanted to check out the beach area, and I was a victim of the "shit on your shoes" scam. Someone will throw something on your shoe and then say "there's shit on your shoes! Let me polish them for you". Since I'd been told of this scam, I walked very fast away from that person and anyone else who said the same thing. Instead, I found a McDonald's and used the sink in the bathroom to clean the junk off my shoe.

Amusingly enough, the "shit" is actually shoe polish. They actually do part one of their job as their marketing campaign. I would laugh, except I think it's a pretty - well - shitty thing to do to a tourist.

Compared to 4x4, L'uomo is tiny. It has a lot of good looking girls, but they are all pretty similar in appearance, so it was tough for me to choose a girl. None of them seemed to have the really frisky attitude I liked, until I saw Carol hiding in a corner. She was a tall, stunning early-20s beauty, with jet black hair, an exquisite smile, gorgeous biggish tits and a sexy giggle that drove me nuts in a good way.

She gave me about a 1 minute BBBJ which felt great but wasn't long enough to fully stimulate me, so the sex didn't quite work. When I finally convinced her to go back to BBBJ we were able to do the deed, and its was lots of fun watching myself screwing the brains out of that classic beauty. But the most fun I had with Carol was at the end, while we were giggling over my horrid Portuguese and comparing that with her equally poor English. She was a laugh and a half. I would try her again; I have a feeling that once she learned I needed a longer time on the BBBJ the session would have been superb. Also, I did 40 minutes with her to save money, but I should have gone the full hour since I know I could have gotten another nice pop out of her.

(Looking back at the trip with hindsight, this was probably my best session thanks to Carol's beauty, sexy giggle and attitude. If you find her, do her. And take pictures, and tell me where to find them. Thanks!).

I thought of doing another L'oumo session, and there were some quite tempting possibilities, but I realized that tonight was probably do or die if I wanted to check out the legendary Help disco, home of the most infamous hit or miss experiences on Club Hombre. As you may remember from Day 1, I really liked my experiences with girls in my room, as opposed to ones in a terma. So I felt like I almost had an obligation to check out Help before leaving. So I left, reluctantly, and went home.

As I was preparing to leave for "Helpe" at 00:36 in the morning, the phone rang. It was Fabina, the cutie from Day 1. I figured that this was all for the best, since my budget wasn't looking that hot, and she'd been very reasonable last time.

Well, letting her come up turned out to be the best decision of the trip. She learned from experience and the sex greatly improved. We did it twice, and once in the morning, and I was happy as a clam. She also did anal, which was out of this world. I particularly liked the experience of a cutie sleeping with me in the bed, instead of the rather dull experience of sleeping alone. It was a really nice feeling.

One lesson here, then, is to go for the girls who want your business intead of letting girls you want control you. It seems simple enough in theory, but you have to do it in practice to see the results.

You made the right decision not to show up at 2:00. Unfortunately, I took her that afternoon thinking she was going to hang with me alnight. She burned my bridge, and I never saw her again the rest of the trip.

Go to 4X4 and you can do her really cheap.

Sometimes it's hard to resist trophies, but sometimes they're really pleasant surprises. On a short trip, I'd say only go for the girls that give you the good vibes. On longer trips, you can then mix it up, if you have a bad trophy session, you can make it up with a sure thing.

Then again, it's easier to give advice than to follow it. There have been plenty of instances where I think, "What if I never see her again? I'll regret not knowing what I missed."