Sunday was a very strange day, on many fronts. I did the usual morning and lunch routines and then headed up the street to Luomo right around opening time, at 4:00 P.M. Most of the guys were there and in fact the terma was pretty much a Club Hombre-only crowd that afternoon. I got a massage from Jackie that I'm still recuperating from. She gives a seriously rough and hard massage and I was happy to get off the table when she was done. If you ever get a massage from her I recommend that, if don't know much Portuguese, at least learn "softer" and "you're killing me" before utilizing her services.

After a brief recuperation from my massage I remembered the real reason for going to Luomo. Marina plopped down beside me on the couch and before too long I was back in a cabini with her. Very interesting girl, she pretty much insisted on me fucking her in the ass. In fact, she didn't really give me an option; after a few minutes or more-or-less normal sex she turned around, lubed her bung up and away we went. The most interesting part of the session though was towards the end. I managed to pop twice in about 35 minutes and so there was 5 minutes or so left. I got up to leave and as I reached for my robe she made a little noise. I looked over and she was frigging the hell out of herself, real Rio raunchy style. She then told me to wait for the phone to ring and until then, to get back to work. I ended up practicing some bowling techniques with her, specifically ball-finger placement - thumb on the clit, middle three fingers in her twat and my pinky in her ass. A very fun girl indeed!

Back in the bar things were getting just a bit out of control. The dance routines had started and most of the guys were either hanging in the bar or were stretched out in the chairs in the relaxation room. One interesting sight of mention: SuperJeff in the corner off to the left side of the bar, getting de-robed by some garota who appeared to be checking him for a hernia or something. I chatted with Shayla again and once more declined to take her back. This was a bad habit that I hope to remedy when I return in November. That girl has the hardest body that I have groped in a long time!

There is a little blonde spinner working there, her name is Gina or Tina, something along those lines. She's maybe 5'1" and maybe 95 pounds or so. I kept eyeing her both trips to Luomo but she wasn't very aggressive and every time I thought about going over and saying hi some other garota would come up and kiss me, grope me, etc etc. God I love termas! But this time, she went to the far back of the bar on the couches and was just sitting there talking to Patricia. I walked on back and climbed behind the table to sit beside her and she immediately brightened up, climbed on my lap and started some serious DFK. UWPhoto had sessioned with her before and said that she was one of the better ones there; in fact, one that he would do again. Hey, if a garota has UW's seal of approval, she can't not be good, right?

We made out for a while and just as I was thinking about doing session number two, they brought in the free food in the relaxation room and every chick in the bar emptied out and headed over for grub. Shit, what a development! At about that time, I realized that I wasn't feeling that well. After hanging out for a bit more I decided to try and get in a meal and a quick nap before attempting to make it down to Help that night so I left Luomo without giving Gina a try. That's two on my hit list for my return visit!

Now those of you have been to Rio know exactly how this illness occurs. You sleep less and less each night and you end up skipping every meal during the day. Add this to the fact that you're fucking everything in sight and tongue kissing a couple of different girls a day so the logical result is, sooner or later you're going to catch a cold. This has happened to me in a number of countries I've been to, most notably Korea where I contracted the Korean Krud a week after I moved there and ended up flat on my back for three days in my hotel with a lovely combination of strep throat and dysentery.

So, I stagger back to my hotel and grab some spaghetti from the restaurant just beside it on the sidewalk. Quick side note - the place serves a very nice Spaghetti Bolognese, three platefuls for about R$12. That's an $18 meal in most places and you pay $4.50 in Rio. Good stuff.

Now, at least fed but really feeling green at the gills I stumble back to the hotel entrance - and Paula, the cute bell captain who works the evening shift comes excitedly up to me and tells me that "your friend, the blonde" had stopped by the hotel a while earlier - and camped out in the lobby waiting for me! I thought for a second that I had scheduled another date with her, but I knew I hadn't. Pretty weird. So, I go on in - and the security guy comes up and says "your friend, the blonde" had been asking around about me. O-kay, I'm thinking that this may be a small problem. As I walked by the front desk and the concierge desk I received notifications number three and four that "your friend, the blonde" had come by looking for me. I officially had a stalker!

Luckily everyone at the hotel took this in stride and didn't make too much of an issue out of it. I discovered that she had come in and waited for about 45 minutes and had asked around for info on me - where was I from, did they think I had a wife back home, had I brought any women into the hotel with me, little things that all of my girls tend to ask the hotel staff of the places I stay in. I now had my first official Rio Stalker - and I thought it was cool as shit!

I crashed for a couple of hours, ate a handful of aspirin and grabbed a taxi down to TA. This was actually the best night on the Terraco that I had. Sandman was squiring Thaiza around and had bestowed her on Aldaron, who had a serious shit-eating grin on his face the entire night. SweetMesquite nearly killed a chicklet kid who came up to him trying to sell something or other. Word to the wise - when SweetMesquite is eating, do not fuck with him! The night before there was some psycho-whore walking around grabbing guys on the shoulder as a way to say hi. When she made a move on our table most of us grabbed our wallets and watches, but not SweetMesquite - he hunched over his plate like a bear protecting a cub and actually grunted at her to go away! Funny as hell.

BedBreaker was in good form this night. For those of you who don't know the background on this guy, he's a good friend of UWPhotos who was on his first trip to Rio. His first night in town he pulls a girl out of Help and takes her back to their apartment. He managed to destroy two beds that first night while fucking her, and he busted up another the second night. UWPhoto hauled in a cute little garota but had to play catch and release - a little under regulation on the age scale. More fun was had in Help but once again I declined to take a girl out of there. Too bad as that was my second and final trip to Help this time out.

Maybe time to re-hash the "how to stay healthy in Rio" discussion.

I normally start a heavy regime of Echinacia before leaving for Rio just to build up the immune system. The lack of sleep, scant eating and all the kissing is going to expose you to all kinds of shit there. I also make it a point to buy or bring a good broad spectrun anitbiotic (Amoxicillin Etc) and start the first day with 2 and one per day thereafter. You may also want to bring some Lomotil or similar medicine with you for as Don says, "after about three days in Rio you can shit through a screen and not have any of it stick".....he he. Not Montezumas like in Mex. More from the drinking, infrequent eating and possibly bad seasfood (eh Bwana?).

As in the NYE Rio report (and NYL12 has the same affliction), my biggest problem is that I forget to eat. You literally get so damn busy or so damn intertwined with a garota in your arms that time passes when you suddenly realize, "oh shit, I haven't eaten all day and it's too late to now" or, "Nothing is open this early in the morning, I'll eat later". Forget looking at your watch for the time to eat. Listen to your stomach and eat when you are hungry. Kice Sucos opens at 9:00AM and I have eaten more than one of their (and I consider it world class) Chicken Salad sandwiches for breakfast. (If you like Chicken Salad...and it is one of my favorites...you need to try theirs. I even did take out and kept a couple in my room for late night snacks and took a couple to Vips with me one day).

Drink lots of water. Not only to keep your stomach flushed of bad shit but to keep the pump primed and avoiding hitting the wall. It does work guys.....

Just remember to eat...Eh NYL?

Yes!! You must eat. Even if its something little. It will keep your energy up.

But when you are running around at times you make choices that are hard. Example over 4th of July I was in VIPS with the crew and in the downstairs Jacuzzi area in the millennium suit banging a way doggie looking out towards the living room. Just then a hotel employee comes in with food on two platters . . .Now the dilemma. I have not eaten since lunch and now it’s close to 9pm. Do I stop, eat and then go back to what I am doing OR continue and hope that some of the food is left.

Well I continued banging away. I mean what would you have done?? Needless to say the food was gone. And I did not end up eating anything until just before going into HELP around 11:30. The choices we make for our hobby!!!

Also this trip I did NOT get sick when I returned (which I did on my 2 previous trips) I loaded up on general vitamins and vitamins C, 3 weeks before as well as while in country. Really really helped. Find what works for you when you get sick and load up on that before you go and while your there. It should help.

I was waiting for the bowling grip story. I was there at Luomo that Sunday, but I don't know why I missed you. Maybe I didn't. Also... It wasn't a shit eating grin. It was an anticipation grin.

Yes.... Dr. Sandman put me on Echinacea a week before I left. I didn't start getting sick until 2 days after I gave it to Skull Jockey when I was leaving.... well... supposed to leave, the first time. I made a vow to stay away from fish in Rio also.

I lost 5 lbs. my first week, but I stabilized during the second week because I started hitting the kilo restaurants regularly.