After four days of diving and a crappy tour of Monteverde, dealing with cowboy canopy tour operators and one too many granola type tourists, I couldn’t wait to set foot in San Jose again. Left with an afternoon to pick up tourist knickknacks and get some quality mongering time in, I had to have a good game plan. We would sprint through whatever shopping needed to be taken care of, and then hit as many places as we could to either check out the talent, or relax a bit. After spending only an hour shopping along Avenida Central, my buddy and I wound our way over to Krysis, 747, ChaChaCha, JetSet, and VIPs before eventually settling in La Bella Mansion. We struck out at every stop, not satisfied with the talent at any of the locations. Figuring we started too early (3 or so in the afternoon), our stop at La Bella Mansion was a beer break. After watching some basketball and downing a few Imperiales, we headed straight for New Fantasy.

I had visions of the prior weekend dancing in my head. Having thoroughly enjoyed Amanda’s company, I was happy to see her in the mini fishbowl. But I wanted to try something different, and I was immediately drawn to thin chica with nappy black hair. I had seen her in the hallway during my first visit the week before. I was about to make yet another decision I would regret. Rather than going for a surefire GFE with Amanda, I asked the hostess for the other girl.

Alaska (Aleska?) was a cute tica, 24 years old, with not an ounce of fat on her body. She had a nice demeanor heading up to the room, and gave a halfway decent massage. The massage turned out to be a good barometer of her performance as the session progressed to a halfway decent CBJ followed by halfway decent sex. She was definitely no Amanda. After we finished up in the bedroom, we headed over to the showers and sauna, talked for a bit, and then went back over to the room. I was ready to get dressed and head back to the hotel to regroup, when she points out that we still have twenty minutes left on the clock . . . I had paid for a full hour. I told her I was ready to go, and not really interested in another go round. Worried that I wasn’t satisfied, she asked me if I wanted her to call the hostess. I told her she could if she wanted to, and she immediately headed out to grab the hostess. Popping in to the room to make sure I was alright, she asked me whether I wanted to stay for the rest of my hour. Relenting to pressure and the fact that I bought an hour’s worth of time with Alaska, I stayed, and she gave me another CBJ that was completely mechanical. Unable to finish the job in the allotted time, we get dressed, and I meet my buddy in the waiting room. Realizing that it was still early, we make Idem our next stop.

After saying hi to Roberto, and telling him that our trip up north went well, I settle down with a bottle of water, looking for one of two women that I had seen the week before, one morena, and one with paler skin. The morena sauntered into the bar area, and I quickly pounced on her before anyone else had an opportunity to take her upstairs. She was a nica, but I quickly forgot her name. Attracted more by her eyes than anything else, we chat a bit, before she settles in for an enjoyable CBJ. As she was working down below, I began to realize that to this point I had only two really memorable experiences with a chica during the trip: Karla and Amanda. After the two of them, nothing seemed to measure up. The other women weren’t leaving much in the way of an impression. We finish up, and I head downstairs, intent on finding that Pension place, made famous by DonGordo for bargain basement BBBJ. My friend was going to be gambling, so I had time to bolt over and find out what the story was.

After nearly getting lost again, I find a Pension, Liliana’s, in the general area where I expected to find someplace with PENSION written vertically, per Lump’s map. Walking across a couple of gordas, I notice a chica sitting in the back, waiting. Approaching her, I ask her how the system works, and she explains—2800 for her, 1000 for the room. Not unreasonable, I pay the cashier, and we walk back to the room. After noting the differences in the quality of talent between the tico places and Idem, New Fantasy, and Del Rey, I immediately noted the difference in ambiance at this place. The rooms were cold water rooms, and rather than showering after she undressed, the tica squatted over a short sink and took a piss while blowing her nose. Wanting desperately to get something for my money, I resist the temptation to leave without even starting. The session was crappy at best, and I left without finishing for the second time that day. Mildly disappointed, I head over to VIPs and JetSet again.

Walking up to VIPs, I notice a blonde chica sitting on the stoop of JetSet, shouting to a guy across the street, “¡Te lo mamo bíen papí!” Rail thin, but cute, I file her image in my head as I walk into VIPS. The tico to tica ratio stank, but there were a few cuties , so I stuck around and watched the crowd. After downing two beers, I head outside to see if I can find the blonde. As luck would have it, she’s outside, and asks me what I’m interested in, and I tell her I wanted to find out whether she really gave a good mamada. Laughing, she replied “Claro, vamos amor.” We head inside JetSet, and find a room. The place is slightly less manky than the Pension I left earlier in the eveing, but this chica didn’t leave much to the imagination under her clothes. Her aggressive nature and looks were what kept me from bolting from a room that smelled like ass. Whipping my clothes off, she starts by giving me the best BBBJ that I have had in quite some time, and definitely the best I have had on my trip. I was ready to blow my load right into her mouth when she pushes me on the bed, slaps on a condom, and proceeds to fuck the living daylights out of me. She was great performer, moaning “Que rico” the whole time . . . after switching positions a few times, I finally finish, and lay there exhausted. After having three, hmm, interesting, sessions earlier in the evening, I have finally hit the jackpot.

Leaving JetSet, I head over to the Casino Colonial, where I expect to find my buddy somewhere in the vicinity of the craps table. We hook up, and head out to the Planet Mall for a little clubbing. Exhausted by the evening’s activities, we end up back at the hotel later that night. I fall asleep thinking already about a return trip and the next destination. Despite having bad luck that night, I can’t complain . . .