2003/11 Zeus_Trafalgar - Rookie in Rio from 23 Sept to 1 Oct
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2003/11 Zeus_Trafalgar - Rookie in Rio from 23 Sept to 1 Oct
I've been back from Rio for a few weeks or so now, and I needed the time to collect my thoughts. I had intended to keep careful notes each day, and post a truly detailed account of my time in Rio. Well, not so much. Instead what follows is a stream-of-consciousness about my week in Rio from 23 Sept – 1 Oct..
Travel and arrival: This starts out poorly, in that the cab who took me to the airport overcharged me. They have a flat rate but he was all “you have to ask for that up front.” So basically I chose to pay more. But dammit, I’m going to Rio, so I cough up and carry on. This is not the last money I’ll spend this week!
The United flight went through Dulles and Sao Paulo. I’m not a super-experienced traveller, but the flight was pretty good to me. It was about half full, so I had 2 seats to myself. I watched Bruce Almighty, had a tasty meal and conked out. The stop in SP actually helped me become a little accustomed to Portuguese. I took Spanish for years and was surprised at how much I retained. But, as people point out, it is no substitute. I wanted to get a coffee, but I didn’t know how to order – the menu items are different than the average Starbucks, no?
Finally I arrive in Rio – about 20 min early, at 1120h or so. I had made arrangements through Don & Karl, and a driver was there to pick me up. Because I was early, he wasn’t there yet. I sat down and within 10 min a guy in a photographers vest and asked if my name was ******. It was Don’s guy Reuben (Rubem?) and he took me on the most confusing and terrifying ride of my life. We arrived in Copa shortly and waited for Karl to roll over with the key to the apartment. It was a nice 2 bedroom with a king and a double sized bed, nice facilities all round. The building was a tad spooky though…
Karl was great. First thing he did was bum a smoke off me, and as we talked it became clear that we had a lot in common. Karl was there to save my ass a few times and never failed to ensure that I was having the best time possible. I was still a little out of sorts from travelling, so I took a shower and relaxed a bit.
Went to lunch with Karl and SF_Hombre at a little restaurant (XuaXia?) where the waiter was either new or retarded…I don’t know which. The chicken sandwich was pretty good though. After, Karl and I toured Copa, where I learned the following rules:
- Don’t die.
- The traffic has the right of way, not your pedestrian ass, so LOOK before stepping in the street.
- Don’t carry anything flashy, fancy, or apparently expensive. Fake Oakleys will disappear off your face as fast as the real thing.
- Shitflingers are everywhere, and they have eerie powers.
- Don’t die.
- Have a good time!
From there, we decided to go to Luomo with Don, who was chomping furiously on his cigar, and a few other mongers. I’ll avoid names generally, but one or two well known hombres were there, and where relevant I’ll mention them by name. Unfortunately, I’m bad with names, so if I screw up hombres OR garotas, my bad.
Luomo was the perfect first terma. We walked up, and were the first in the door at about 1601h exactly. Went into the boite and got a drink, then sat near the bar to size things up. I have no idea how many girls were there – a dozen or so? But they were all so beautiful, and all so AVAILABLE!! I started to flip out a bit I think, and there was Karl, laughing at me as I’m sure he’s seen the reaction a hundred times. We’re laughing and having a good time when suddenly I remember that hotness abounds. A tall redhead named Elena comes over to make herself known, and I find her to be extremely warm and friendly, not to mention the sweetest body I can remember running my hands over. She had that awesome Brazilian ass, was about 5’8”, had big eyes and a spectacular rack. We move over to the tables and continue our kindergarten level conversation. “Where are you from?” and “I like Rio.” Meanwhile, her hands are all over my junk and she’s sighing about how much she likes it. Yeehaw. I‘m still not sure about her though – paralysed by possibilities - but a more experienced monger with us gave me some simple, good advice for a newbie: “Just break one off, and you’ll relax a lot.” Truer words have never been spoken, and in short order we are off to a cabine. It got a touch more business-like in the cabine, but I don’t care, since I’m ready to go. We move through various positions, but no BJ – she didn’t offer and I didn’t ask – first time, remember – but her ass was divine, so I helped myself to a run up in there. I hate condoms (way it goes, though), so I don’t actually complete in her, but she offers up her amazing breasts, and ooops! There it goes. Lovely. I barely used 25 minutes, but what the hell. On to victory!!!
After a shower I’m back in the boite, feeling remarkably refreshed and alive. It’s not even 1730h, which is weird for me since I’m used to doing my fucking later at night, but what the hell. A few more drinks and smokes, and I meet Anna while I am relaxing in the lounge. This girl is the sweetest thing, 20 yrs old, and has a lovely frame on her. Sorry, no pictures. We’re stretched out on the chair and she arranges our legs into a remarkably comfortable position – now there’s a really bankable skill! We play and make out for a while, and she grabs my cock, looks me straight in the eye and says “only for me.” I laugh and tell her she’ll have to share. Nice try though. A few minutes later I decide to take her back, almost as an afterthought. She was excellent, very attentive and responsive. She gave a great blowjob, and the sex was exhaustive. “All the positions,” she demanded, and all the positions she got! Time seemed to slow down and it felt like we’d been fucking for hours. We were both pretty spent when she whispered that she thought the front desk had forgotten about us. Just as she uttered the last word, the phone rang! Hilarity ensued, and I sternly admonished her to NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN!!
Anna has a bit of a scar on her ass, or something, but that is inconsequential compared to the horrendous C-section scars I’ve seen. I couldn’t get enough of her ass! I’d been warned not to fall for these girls, but this one I almost did. She was a repeat, and I think it hurt her feelings when I was with other garotas. Oh well too bad so sad. I try to be understanding when talking to them, but I will be carrying out my mission to nail hot chicks according to my own plan, and not following the orders sent from Garota High Command!
I was pretty well spent, and with the adage “Don’t forget to eat” in mind, we went to a Chinese place just up Av Atlantico. Me, Don, Karl, SF_Hombre, and another guy went and mowed through vast amounts of Chinese food. Then we split up on the agreement to meet at Terraco Atlantico around 11pm. I went and looked around, generally enjoying the conversation and view, but was too beat to go in. I eventually made it back to the apartment and crashed.
Day 2: Not much to tell here. First thing I remember about Day 2 is that it was my first day in Rio and some asshole was calling my cell phone. I guess it was about 11am. I answer (which means getting up because the phone gets reception in a 2’x2’ square in the other room.) It’s Karl, who verbally abuses me for a minute until I’m laughing, then tells me to get done to Alcazar. I shower and dress and off I go. It’s about 50 metres away…
Later that afternoon (Thursday) we go to 4x4. This is more complicated, since it requires a car, but Don’s all over it like a fat kid on a Smartie. There’s 2 cars worth of guys, and off we go. 4x4 was wicked, but I was feeling a bit off – not ill or anything, just not quite right. I try to shake it off, and spot Taiza in the boite. I recognize her from her previous exposure on this board, and decide that I want to fuck a legend. Off we go to a cabini, where I pull out the digital camera. Her eyes light up, and I got a few choice pictures.
Photos: Taiza 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11
She asked if I had seen her on the Internet, and I naturally pretended I had never heard of this so-called In-ter-neche. Having a terma girl try to explain the Internet while naked and stroking my cock was sublimely amusing. Taiza was a little firecracker, and I had a freaky good time. She also insisted on giving me her phone number and wanted to make plans for Saturday. I accepted knowing that my whole world would be different by Saturday. Just after the phone rang another garota knocked on the door whom Taiza introduced as her cousin. She struck me as almost the same, just 10% bigger all around. Images of a dupla danced before my eyes…
Afterwards, I went down to the boite again. I had sessioned before 5pm to get the entry wiaved, and it was almost 6 when I got down there. Don came up to me and joked “Things have changed while you were away.” Indeed they had – the place was jammed. I’m a short guy and dislike navigating busy bars at home, but when you’re in a robe and sandals the experience is much worse. There were a bunch of Brazilian-looking dudes in there with their robes only around their waists, chest and shoulders bare. I didn’t come to Rio for manflesh, dammit!
That night I went to Help with Karl and had a wicked time. I think of Help as a ‘Pick your own fruit’-type farm. It’s all up to you, but the garotas certainly make it easy! I was first accosted by a little thing that I thought was an Innuit or something. She was a touch too aggressive, and in a buyers market the slightest thing can turn me off. A few minutes later I spotted the Queen of the Spinners – an absolutely tiny thing (not one of the dwarves, though. They were wicked; they remind me of Soft Cell’s Sex Dwarf. But I digress). Her name was Camilla, morena, and she wasn’t the hottest thing going, but I’m a fairy short dude so for me to find someone ‘spinner quality’ was important at the time. She motioned me over and told me she had watched me shoo away several girls and apparently this was a good sign. I decided to take her home and got Karl to do the deal – R$200, for TLN, but she warned him that if I was an asshole she would leave. I found this hilarious, and agreed immediately. I also resolved to learn enough Portuguese to do my own negotiations, thank you very much.
We got back to the place, and one thing I’ve noticed about garotas is they’re much more likely than an hombre to give the street kids a couple reais. A stripper I dated back home was the same way. Easy cum, easy go.
What an awesome little ride! We got showered and naked, and I just loved watching her tiny figure. We fell into the bed in a flurry of kissing and grab-ass. She dove onto the cock and I enjoyed a lovely blowjob with a side order of ball-licking. She taught me lots of words as she went about her work, and I found it amusing that the word for blowjob was pronounced “BOO-ka-chay” – I thought it was bukkake. She kept mumbling “Grande” over and over, and I laughed – I know how big my hog is, and it ain’t huge. Matters not. At one point Camilla reached into her little bag of tricks and whipped out her vibrator, which went straight up her snatch as she sucked me. A few moments later it reappeared as she rimmed my ass with it and smiled as best she could with a face full of dick. We moved on to the 69 and monster-good sex and eventually snuggled up together quite spent. At this point she chose to regale me with her life story, and I didn’t have the heart to ask her to please shut up. Told me about her sick kid, and I thought “here it comes” and how her friend suggested she work at Help. Seems to agree with her. The next morning we had a little more sex and went to TA for breakfast since it’s the only place I know. I wasn’t sure about the etiquette of bringing a girl there, but hell with it. She saw a phone card guy and got a card to call her son, and came back rather subdued – the kid is really sick, see? She never asked me for more cash though, so who knows. She told me that she knew she’d see me in Help again, and if I liked other girls, that was OK. Sweet girl.
So what day is it? I honestly don’t know, but I’m having a wicked time. I spent the rest of the morning rolling around Copa, getting a feel for the neighbourhood. Right outside Debret, I feel something on my sandal – GODDAMN SHITFLINGERS!!!! I instantly started looking around really hard, all over, but I didn’t see either No. 1 (the flinger) or his No. 2. I went into Alcazar and cleaned the material off and man was it nasty. It smelled of chemicals, so I think it had paint or something in it. OK, shake it off. I moved up to Av N.S. Copacabana and as I wait to cross, I hear “Oh, senhor, your shoe…” I looked down and the little fuckers had gotten me again! I figure they were mad that their initial attempt had failed and they wanted their two dollars. I told the guy to fuck right off and left for my apartment to clean off and put on hiking boots. Little bastards. I want to know where they learn their skills though – I think they must be ninjas. Someone should do an undercover exposé on the shitflingers of Rio.
Went to the Terrace that night and met the esteemed Layne. Hey dude! He was hilarious. He got his hands on an absolutely stunning little morena with exotic, Asian looking eyes whose name escapes me (Mara?), but couldn’t decide what to do with her. She was sexy and all, but there was something spooky about her eyes, and she didn’t want to kiss him. He eventually took her home, but the group was split 50/50 whether or not he made the right call. Turns out it WAS the right call, and next time I go back I’m looking for her.
Friday was slow. Boo.
Saturday, I went back to Luomo and was accosted by Latecia, who made a big show of how I had taken other girls from Help but not her and that therefore I didn’t like her. I love this – they complain that you don’t fuck them! Hahaha! Now, I find Latecia fascinating – she’s got a bit if a hardass attitude in her that I like. I asked her what we should do about it, and eventually we wind up in a cabine. DAMN!! This girl was freaky and is apparently all about the ass. I liked that she was about my age – 29. Experience shows! Session was wild and I ended up cumming all over the place. After that I lay on my front as she rimmed me for 5-10 minutes straight. Now if lying around with a freshly spent dick while a chick licks your ass isn’t about as good as it gets, take your next vacation at Disneyland. As for the guy she was kissing in the boite a few minutes later, sorry dude! I think this was when I realized that I was going to retire in Rio.
Laticia introduced me to her friend Camilli, a tall darker girl with a beautiful body, face like an angel and a dull vacant stare. Trophy time! I’m ready to go, but Karl gives her my number and we have an agreement in principal to meet and go to Help.
Camilli and Latecia showed up at TA as promised and all mongers nod their approval at my choice. (Trophies are best when other see them.) We get through the negotiations with the help of Layne – thanks again buddy. She wants R$300, I counter with R$200 – not good enough. We meet at $R250, plus $R20 cab. I wanted to go R$10, but Layne points out that we’re arguing about $3. It occurs to me that since I invited her, I should pay her cover. (opinions on this? I did want to go in…) Problem is, I have hardly any cash and no wallet on me, as an armed mugging had befallen one of our number the previous night and I was experiencing Gringo’s Paranoia. I get us in, but now have enough for 1 drink. The girls take care of themselves, and I amuse myself watching the girls. They never let me more than 3 feet from them, even following me to the washroom and waiting outside. Competition is fierce, I guess. Latecia is bummed because she has nobody to fuck her. Poor thing. I consider taking her home too, but the contents of the safe in my apartment don’t go that far. Next time I will make sure that my poor planning doesn’t prevent enjoying myself. Finally it’s time to go. The ladies want to go to Bob’s, but I have no interest in their cardboard offerings. I had had the Chateaubriand Pompadour at TA already. That is reason enough to go to Rio – one of the best meals I‘ve ever had.
Camilli was a disappointment, and my performance suffered as a result. I wasn’t quite sure what the problem was, but there was no real spark. I realized that she was just kind of lazy! I mean, she spread when asked, and dutifully adopted the various positions, but there wasn’t much in the way of initiative. Add to that the robotic “I love you, baby” (which I think she may have learned phonetically from other garotas) and I wasn’t having the best time. Her body was insane, though. She may well have had the tightest bunda I’ve ever handled. I’d give the session a 6-7 if I were the type to rate things numerically. After some more sex, she apparently decided she’d had enough and rolled over to sleep. I played with her tits and ass for a bit more – hell, I’m paying - but decided to sleep too.
The next morning the sex was better, but I was determined to ditch her before breakfast. I paid her and we went downstairs. I put her in a cab and went looking for food.
OK What day is it now? Sunday morning. The night before Camilli had assured me that Luomo was open, so it must be Sunday, right? I forget what else happened on Sunday. Mostly hung out and talked to various people around Alcazar.
Monday – This morning I went down to Ipanema beach with a fellow monger and hung out on the beach. I saw the chick with the massage table set up – that’s pretty cool! Again, I love Rio. Got a chair and had a couple of beers, but the clouds were closing in and the beach was pretty empty. I got a tip on a tour place that had an all-the-Rio-sights tour so I went down and signed up for that, so I’d have some cover pictures to show…
Tuesday: Went on the tour I had signed up for. I forget the name of the place; it was a few blocks from Alcazar away from Ipanema. This took all day. It was supposed to be from 9am to 4:30. In the morning we did a quick favela stop, saw some beaches, and went up to Sugarloaf. There was an Israeli couple in the trip, and the woman was a little hot Russian émigré who said she had worked for Israeli military intelligence during her conscription period because of her language ability. This I find extremely cool. The tour guide Lorenzo kept trying to get us to buy things, he clearly gets a commission from the various gift shops. It got very annoying after a while. I wanted to get back to Copa and find some hotties to fuck, but Lorenzo kept announcing that we had another place to go. The last straw was when he took us to some jewellery store in Centro during rush hour, and I stayed in the van, as I have no interest in such things. This pud actually brought the counter woman OUT TO THE VAN!! To sell us shit. What a shitpump.
Eventually I got back to Copa, probably about 6pm. I hightailed it over to Luomo. Aaah, now I can relax. Anna was there, and decided that I wanted her for a session again. Then she asked if she could take MY picture – holy role reversal, Batman! I asked why, and she explained that it was for her memories, because she really liked me. OK, sure, whatever. I have a kind of sensitive position at work, but decided that one clothed pic would be OK. It was a crappy old film camera, and I doubt she had any nefarious plans in mind. In the cabine, with me in the robe and her in the little black mini-robe they wear, I took a picture of us by holding the camera at arm’s length. The session that followed was remarkable. The sex really seems to get better for me with each encounter. She settled down into a wicked BBBJ, and rode the cock for all it was worth. As I said before, I really felt something for this little garota, though at the time I relentlessly suppressed any feelings that tried to develop. Good call, too. She was really sweet and I could have screwed up hugely with her, I think.
After the session, I went for a shower. As I came out into the lounge I saw Latecia and Myara, so I ambled over to say Oi. Latecia and I started chatting, and Myara joined in. I needed a drink, and Myara offered to get it – and one for herself too. In the nuts-drained state, I am highly suggestible apparently, because I just said sure and gave her my key. Guess what she got? Here’s a hint – it rhymes with Bed Full (which I got a few minutes later LOL). We yammered about inconsequential shit, then Latecia ask if I wanted her. I told her “Of course, I will always want you”. She upped the ante by asking if I wanted Myara to join us. Myara simply winked and reached under my robe. I smiled and lay back to think about it, then said “Sure, why not?” I think it actually took them by surprise and that they didn’t have to try harder. I loved the contrast of their different skin tones, plus my Caspar The Friendly Ghost skin. We got the regular suite, and were off to the races. I’m not sure these two routinely work together, but I didn’t really care. I wish I’d had some Viagra though. Latecia went to work on my cock while Myara showered, then they switched up. I was fairly tired and drained, so I let them do all the work, wicked safado that I am. One thing I loved was the matter of fact way they chatted in Portuguese. I filled in the dialog in my head.
“OK, I’ll suck on the dick for a bit, and you let him eat you, OK?”
“Sure. Oh, and make sure he sucks on your tits – he loves that. Then I’ll climb on his cock. It’s pretty huge, eh?”
“Oh yeah, the biggest I’ve ever seen. I must have it immediately”
(Remember, that this was MY translation. They could have been talking about international politics.)
Once my turgid member was deemed hard enough, Myara scooched forward from her kneeling position over my tongue and settled into a reverse cowgirl. I couldn’t see Latecia, but I know she was there, doing all sorts of wicked little things. Good times. I watched in the mirror, but without my glasses, I couldn’t see well. It looked like a great porno, though!! I started to wilt a bit, being a complete pansy, so off came the condom and another torrid round of cocksucking ensued. I think they realized I wasn’t going to be an Apollo Rocket of Love that night. Oh well. Finally Latecia got her hands and mouth on me and I decided to work towards my finish. Myara knelt beside me and as Latecia worked on her favourite area, I released. Myara looked over at Latecia and asked in a calm bored voice “Gozo?” I felt like a piece of meat, and it was awesome!! We messed around a bit more, but they had more money to make, so we split.
That was about it for me, so we left and went to TA. More bullshitting with the guys followed. There was one utterly hammered Norwegian. You could see all the programa girls trying to decide if he was worth the hassle. A few tried, but this guy was gone. I bet he got mugged bad that night. Karl and I went into Help, where I enjoyed campirhnas. Karl told me that I had to introduce myself as Snake Plissken, so I told the next garota who asked that my name was Plissken, Snake Plissken. Nothing registered. Hahaha. OK, drunk and tired I go home. It’s my last night here.
Wednesday morning, I get up and start to pack. I went to the beach, and had a coconut. I tried to put my thoughts on Rio into some semblance of order. I am overwhelmed, to say the least. I know I’ll be back, and my main concern now is how to make enough money at home to afford multiple trips down here for the nest 30-40 years. I go home to finish my packing. Don has a car coming to get me at 4:30. As I check my tickets and passport, I realize that I was supposed to have left YESTERDAY (during my first ever dupla – what would you have done??) Awwwwww CRAP!! I called Don to tell him, and he got hold of the airline for me. I know the United flight is daily, but I’m on an economy ticket, so I’m worried they’ll make me buy a new one completely. After a half hour or so, I’m clear. They’ll charge me the change fee of $85Cdn, and warned me that changes are supposed to be done in 1 day in advance. The rest of the trip passed without incident. On the trip to SP, a cute brasiliera was in the seat beside me; she’s a consultant with Accenture on her way to Denver. Nice girl. We talked and found that we both had MBA’s, so I was OK to talk to. She asked about my trip, and I said I’d been in Copa. She frowned and said there were a lot of prostitutes there. I nodded and said it was very sad that some girls had to do that. Ha ha ha. We exchanged business cards, but I never emailed her – what’s the point?
I’m home now, and already planning my next trip. I have a buddy who is in raring to go, so we’ll be coming down sometime in the spring. Now I have to get through the winter…
ZT
"I felt like a piece of meat, and it was awesome!!" And people wonder why we travel to Rio!
Nothing like having the tables turned, in help the girls hunt you down, in the termas the girls fuck you, and get dissapointed when you run out of steam. Rio is a man's world, and Life is good!
Thanks for the report
Roadglide
ZT-
Loved your report! You have a great attitude and approached the whole experience with an open mind and consequently got a lot out of your trip. You fell prey to a few newbie mistakes but clearly learned from them.
Rio's the only place where I've had that experience you talk about, where the tables are turned and the girls are viewing you as a sex object. I'm not forgetting that in the end it's all about $$$, but while they have you they USE you. Name another place where working girls will fairly routinely scold you if you don't get them off--or get off yourself --multiple times?
Now, missing your flight by a whole day is a classic experience. I've had that happen twice. Accident? I think not...Freudians use the term repression, or motivated forgetting. Eventually you'll do as many of us do, and routinely call the airlines 24 hours in advance to delay your return home.
BTW, I heard the story of the very drunk Norweigan you mentioned, and he did get his ass hauled off to jail.
Welcome to the Brotherhood; you are now a doomed man!
Thanks guys! Bwana, I think we may have met briefly at Alcazar on my last day or so.
I think this Freud fellow may be on to something...motivated forgetting, or willful blindness? Either way, I'll have to add the change fee into next trip's budget and treat it like a snooze alarm!
Excellent reading, eh! Nobody writes like a canuuck. Must be all those essays we had to write in school all the way up to grade 13 eh?
I had a similar experience with Camili. Vacant is right. Her heart isn't into it. But that body...
Photo: Camili
So you're amusing yer chums up there with the photos you took? How many of them believe ya? Isn't it the damdest thing - noone can believe what we tell them about Rio. It's just as well that they shrug us off and go back to swilling Labatts and watching the Leafs
| By Aldaron on Thursday, November 13, 2003 - 06:05 pm: Edit |
One of these days I am going to break down and do Leticia. I told her during my last trip that she was like my sister, but after reading your review of her, there may be some incest going on in a couple of weeks.
Also, I did have an encounter with Camillie... sort of. She came in the lounge area and just layed down in my recliner with me. She seemed like she would be a lot of fun. We couldn't stop laughing about a couple of things. She wanted me to go with her but I was spent. I told her tomorrow but she said she was off the next day. I think she is on my hit list next.
Six trips and counting... and no shit slinger victim yet. I guess I will get it one of these days.
| By Moondog on Friday, November 14, 2003 - 12:05 am: Edit |
ZT,
Loved the re-cap. Thanks.
Moondog
| By Sandman on Friday, November 14, 2003 - 01:25 am: Edit |
GNM Glad you learned about the value of chocolates..(on the bed in the photo)
Aldaron...Now let's see....! 1st trip in July and you already have 6 trips under your belt??
Zeus-Bwana is right...you get to join the ranks of doomed men...see, Aldaron comment above...LOL
| By Aldaron on Friday, November 14, 2003 - 01:44 pm: Edit |
Sorry, I was counting my upcoming one already as number 6. I should have said 5... that is if you count my first one twice.... which I do. I flew 300 miles away, spent the night in another city, then returned. They are beginning to blur together. I'm fucked for life.
| By Buttman on Friday, November 14, 2003 - 08:12 pm: Edit |
Don't let Karl negotiate for you when he is drunk!
Buttman
"Don't let Karl negotiate for you when he is drunk!"
Redundancy abounds in comments like this
Aldaron,
Leticia is definitely worth the price of admission. After the session she collapsed and shook her head as if to clear it, declaring "I LOVE sex!!" She reiterated similar sentiments at Help. Just a whole lot of pornstar fun, and pretty fun to talk to.
AS for Karl negotiating drunk,I have to say he was very solicitious of my welfare and made sure everything was understood - I never saw him get overly hammered, and never out of control. Don, on the other hand,is quite hilarious when drunk!
If anyone has a pic or two of the garotas I've mentioned, I would really like to see them, for my own memories. Thanks
| By Tpdl555 on Wednesday, November 26, 2003 - 03:54 pm: Edit |
As a newbie myself, and planning my own first trip for early next year, I really enjoyed your report. I need to find out more info about the shitslingers though.
| By Sterling on Wednesday, November 26, 2003 - 04:15 pm: Edit |
The shitlflingers are unbelievable. Back in May avoided them by wearing flip flops most of the time. However, one day Robewarrior and I were walking along Avenida Atlantica when we noticed a shoe shine guy about 25 feet ahead of us. He was walking the same direction as us so I just told RW to hang back and not pass the guy.
Well, the traffic light turned red so we all accumulated on the corner together. I never took my eye off the guy. Suddently, he points down at Robewarriors shoe and says "Senor..your shoe" and lo and bohold, there was a gob of brown stuf right on RW's shoe. DAMN! How did he do that?
I told the flinger that I knew what he was up to and we got into a shouting match. He finally got down and cleaned it off. But, then he had the nerve to ask for a tip. I coulda killed the litte fucker. He almost got the tip of my foot up his ass.
Anyway, it's really impressive how good they are. Don't worry about them though. They are a harmless.
Sterling
I believe they work in a 2 man team. The one you see is a 'straight man' - all he offered to do was clean your shoe, you dirty gringo. Right? How can you call the cops for that? It's the number one, the actual flinger, who's the one you want to find. As for spotting them, I have no advice. If anyone catches one alive, he must be made to give up his secrets.
ZT
You're probably right. They've gotta work in teams. It's just eerie how elusive they are.
Sterling
Zeus, thanx for the report! that was HELLUVA!! Come August, I'll be making my pilgrimage to falacio. I'm pretty excited. I heard about this site from a friend and I'm glad you cats can express the vibe so vividly. All this info is much appreciated. So now, I guess I'll go head and pay this measley $25US to see the pics....Hell yeah!! Thankx again!
Gentlemen, I would like to thank you for all your supportive comments. I've noticed that a number of hombres have decided to post less often or less detail. Personal decisions, to be sure, which I completely understand. I was fortunate to benefit greatly from trip reports on this board, and certainly hope others feel that they can too.
I had a hell of a time on that trip, and writing the report was also a lot of fun. I just wish I had taken more/better pictures.
Looks like April is a no-go, and I don't get leave again until September, so needless to say I am saving up for an huge blow-out!
Until then, keep me informed about what I'm missing!!
ZT