[Saturday, Day 8 - Escape from Paradise]

I was tired as heck, so I decided that I had to at least get a couple hours of sleep. As shit-faced as I felt, I even took my place on Flori’s bed, as she snoozed in her drunken stupor. I slept for about 3 hours and was awoken by the roosters at about 9:30am. It didn’t take much thought … I had to get out of there. Therefore, I quickly packed my bags and even took a shower as Flori slept … I’m so glad that she’s a sound sleeper.

Here’s where things get a bit weird from my part. The monger in me still wanted a piece of her ass. So, I proceeded to hug her and - surprisingly - we had another session … finishing in her mouth. By the time we finished, she was so knocked-out that she was snoozing, again, with my cum dripping out from her mouth on the side of the bed. What a bastard I am. (Sure, flame me guys)

I tried to say bye to her, but she didn’t respond. So, I went outside and called Taca Airlines to see if I could switch my flight to Saturday, rather than Sunday. I had luck in that I was able to switch to Saturday at 4pm … without penalty. Thus, I went back to the house and grabbed my bags … back to the states!

On my way out, I awoke Flori’s younger sister. She proceeded to ask me why I was leaving. Why? Good god … go figure. I told her that I only wished the best for her and Flori, but that I needed to go home. I also told her that I didn’t wish to hurt Flori’s feelings, and that I wished them both the best. And … off I went. I flagged down a taxi (forget the bus), and drove back with the coolest taxi driver that you’d ever meet. Heck - after what I went through - it would’ve been tough for any normal taxi driver to not make a good impression on me.

I’m sure it happens with most taxi drivers … as he was a great listener and gave me sage advice. Our hours of rambling conversation pretty much summed into the following lessons:
(1) American men want non-American women.
(2) Ticas want Americans.
(3) Tico men are left with very little.
(4) In the end, Ticas are left with very little.
(5) American men can always go back to America.
He didn’t mean it maliciously, but it was a point well-taken. Was I simply using Flori, a Tica … as many other men have done in the past? What kind of pig was I? Rather than feeling that Flori was a crazy, out-of-control girl … is it our fault that she’s become this way?
I don’t have the answers, but, in a lot of ways, I do feel guilty for leaving her the way I did. Nonetheless, I felt that there wasn’t much that I could do to help her situation. In fact, the taxi driver didn’t feel that there was much than any one could do for her either. It turns out that the taxi driver was a happily-married Tico with a wife and three children … who, in the past, had led a very wild life. I appreciated his sixth lesson the most:
(6) Go home, learn from your experience, and become a better person for it.

And that’s what I hope to do. Honestly, I still feel that I have a lot of broken pieces that I can’t put together. It’s for that reason … that I haven’t written my story in almost five months.

Everything said and done, I was happy to be back at the airport in San Jose. I made my flight for the states, and I couldn’t have been happier driving on the expressway with my SUV. I even grabbed some McDonald’s on the way back home … and, at midnight, dropped by a old friend’s place … just gave her a hug and let her know that I had a crazy trip. Although she shared in my McDonald’s, it’s hard to tell if she could really share what I was thinking. Nonetheless, it was good to see an old friend.

And, it’s also good to share the full story with this board. Thank you for listening.

Excellent report!!! I had a blast reading it. What a memorable trip...thanks for sharing it.

Sterling

No problem, Sterling. I learned a lot from this trip, and I'm glad that I could share it with you guys. When I returned home, I initially felt a bit ashamed ... but - heck - in richness, I feel that it truly beat my Peru trip.

I'm not going to give you the lecture about letting the bar girl dictate your trip because each guy has a different definition of what he wants out of a sex tour and costa rica is a short flight and you can always return at any time.

Agreed ... but, FYI, I was 'this close' to naming my story "You Stupid Gringo." You could imagine how I feel about my trip ...

It is really easy to fall for some of these girls. Sometimes it is even hard to realize that we have been run over by them, and still come back for more of the same thing.

Hope you are ok now.

ps: Sometimes some of us even like getting run over, and just keep coming back for more.

Thanks, Otrohombre. In all truth, I would probably been jet-set for Brasil or Argentina for a winter trip, if it wasn't for my experience in Costa Rica. I just needed some time to get back into the date-scene groove in the states and take the taste out of my mouth. Considering how good things are in NYC on the party-front, I'll probably delay my trips to South America until next year. By that point, I should be back into mongering full-force. As always, man ... ¡VIVA AL MÁXIMO!

What a great get-away Play274, with a last minute CIM job to boot!

The devil in me, would of made me take a pix of the drooling cum! Did you? sf4dfish

Sf4dfish ... I was so tempted to do it. You read my mind man! But, unfortunately, I didn't get a photo ... and I have yet to have the balls to take a pic of these girls nude. If you noticed, I did take a couple pics of her sleeping ... but clothed, of course. Once I get the time to take a trip to BA/Rio/or return to Peru, I will have to do it.

Looking back at it, I really felt evil doing her that last time. She hated doing it in the morning, but I had morning wood. She was half asleep and, for me, it was almost like having 'angry sex' ... right before I left her one day early. Even in her stupor, sex came to her rather intuitively ... and I made out like a bandit; it had to be the best sex with her, next to the first time that we did it. Leaving her like that (with CIM) will never leave my mind. I didn't mean to disrespect her, but it was more the 'dog' in me.

Interesting report, one of the most eloquent reports I have read in the longest times. There is an old story: An Indian warrior once comes upon a wounded rattle snake. The warrior feels bad, take the snakes back to his tent, nurses the snake's wounds. When the snake gets well, the first thing it does is bite the warrior...so with his last breath, the warrior asks the snake "I have saved you, nurtured you, healed your wound and this is how you repay me?". The snake says "I am a snake, what did you expect?"

The question is who is the snake here, you, or her?

WOW...talk about living on the edge. I think you should count your lucky stars you have your balls intact.

By her irrational behavior and frequent disappearances, I'd say it was more than booze this girl was swilling.

Great report and a very different mongering experience. I think you made the right decision to leave early though.

Next trip,......remember this experience!

Sandman

Man--

I thought I had an interesting adventure in CR. Good report Play!

Avatar - In a way, I guess we were both snakes. She was a prostitute who didn't believe that she was a prostitute; she'll try and believe that she's simply dating these 'johns,' but in the end, reality is tough for her to handle and probably all boils down to cash. As for myself, I'm a monger who, at times, might belief that I have a chance to turn it into something real, but, in the end, realize that my life in the states in much better and all I'm doing is simply using her for the thrill.

Sandman - Flori was a whirlwind ... agreed - living with her was truly 'living on the edge.' If I could do it over again, I probably would've gone to Peru when I was supposed to. However, I learned a ton and will definitely be smarter on my next trip. At the very least ... I left early. Honestly, part of me still wanted to stick with her for the sex ... she had her talents. But I had a strange feeling that the way in which she didn't touch my money and stuff was going to abruptly change by late Saturday/Sunday. On the night before leaving, there was a very large Tico who mentioned to me that he could show me some 'different parts' of Quepos on Saturday night, and he had a certain look of seriousness to him - rather than the 'go for broke' look that the Ticos from Arenal had ... and I also saw him talking to Flori in the corner for a few moments. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but it's better being paranoid than dead.

Pendejo - Graciás, mi amigo!

(Message edited by play274 on December 08, 2003)

Have been to good old Costa Rica twice. My second trip went out of control like yours. When I was reading in your report that you had gone to Quepos and stayed with her, I thought that you were real daring. then i read your last post here.
There is an expression that is used in CR. That someone has too much money. That means that it is OK to kill you to steal your money. I do not think that you were being paranoid at all. Personally I think that you were damn smart and lucky to have left when you did.
I am also good at getting onto trouble. I spent the last part of my vacation in CR hiding out in hotels outside of San jose and would not return to San Jose at all and was damn happy to leave. There really are ticos in Costa Rica that will kill you for that $200 that you are carrying.
You were seeing the warning signs but lust did blind you a bit. Has happened to me and a lot of others.
When you try all of this again, just think that every Tica you meet is really such another Flori. Being a bit paranoid may seem to be dumb but it does help to keep you alive at least.

treeshark

Treeshark - Great points. These countries that we go to are extremely impoverished and a "few hundred dollars" to us may not mean very much at all, whereas the locals look at it as a veritable fortune. The more I think about it, the more I feel like Flori might have been "stuffing a chicken before the feast," myself being the chicken to be feasted upon. Either way, I'm glad that I've learned from my experience.