THE INFAMOUS TONY: About 11:00 I decided to stroll down to the beach. This is Monday morning but it is a holiday in Colombia. I get to the beach by Las Velas and cannot believe my eyes. Cabanas are 4-5-6-7 deep. People are everywhere. Thousands, hundreds of thousands. It looked like a throng of people from a Woodstock kind of environment. You could barely move, much less walk unencumbered. I walked a short distance and decided I would give Pablo a try. Pablo wasn't there today. I started strolling towards Tony's' pavilion just to see if he was around. Now, I had only met Tony once before in April for a brief two hours on the beach. He lined me up with a cute Chica he had just met for the first time. Today, I am wearing a hat, sunglasses, shorts and a shirt. All of a sudden I hear, "mimo", my nickname in Spanish. Tony comes running up to me, shaking my hand and asks me if I am meeting Catalina today. I am stunned. Not only did he recognize me under the hat and sunglasses, he remembered my name from a brief two hour encounter back in April, but he remembered the girl's name I left with that day.

I begin to think there may be more to Tony than a lot of people give him credit for. He asks the usual, how long you here for, where you stay, what you want etc. I just look at him and say, I don t want anything but a girl. He asks me to sit down and he will be right back. Ok. I had told myself I would stay away from Tony because I know of his reputation for pestering you for drinks, tips, padding your bill and all the other shit he is famous for. But in this throng of people, I decide a little help will come in handy. Tony comes back in about 10 minutes and says, just a few more minutes Fifteen more minutes pass and he is standing by my side with his cell phone in his hand saying he is calling someone but needs 5K for the call. I say, no, just find one on the beach. With all these thousands of people there must be somebody. I am sitting there baking in the typical mid-day heat and humidity coupled with the body heat of perhaps half a million people and Tony returns empty handed telling me there are only families on the beach today.

TONY HAS FAILED! I laugh and say never mind. I'll just go back to the hotel and call a friend. Gents, you can say you heard it here first. He was unable to score in an hour. I gave him 2K for the chair although he initially asks for 10K. I gave him a look and said, "don't try to bullshit me Tony" (good line to use with him on any occasion) . He asks for his tip and I tell him he didn't produce and therefore didn't earn one. He looked really defeated. One for the good guys I'd say!

I start back to the hotel and decide to stop for a bite to eat. Having had a big breakfast, I decided a little frozen yogurt might be a good idea to help cool down my body. I stopped at the Yogurt Fruz and ordered a cone. I sat down and began to do some people watching (note: see observations in Ctg. Myths and legends). The sights that continually paraded by were breathtaking. The tiny string bikinis with beach wraps and full breasted women walking by spilling out of their tops made for very pleasant eye candy. Two girls stopped, ordered yogurt and sat down at a table next to mine. I struck up a conversation and asked if they were from CTG. They were both from Cali (I should have known, they were very pretty). I asked if they were here on vacation and they said no, they were working in CTG to earn their tuition. My ears laid back on my head like an old mongrel dog. They were staying at El Conquistador which is the Apt. building where most working girls stay, sometimes 5-6 to a room. It is well known in El Laguito. We chat some more and I ask them if they would like to go swimming in the pool at the Hilton. Of course they would! Many never get the chance to swim in a pool. I cashed a couple of travelers checks at the Hilton for $2050 per hundred. Bad deal!

Off we go to up to my room. I tell them I need to take a shower to get the sand off before going in the pool. I strip out of my bathing suit and head for the shower hoping they would follow. I get the water going and one sheepishly pokes her head in the bathroom. Seems she needed to pee but doesn't want me to watch. I turn my head while she finishes and into the shower she steps followed closely by her friend. The three of us do the soapy thing, groping and washing each other down. I get out while they wash their hair with the Physique shampoo (will definitely bring more on the next trip. It was a real winner). I am lying on the bed wrapped in a towel and they emerge in towels around their bodies and hair. We watch TV, have a beer from my stores in the mini bar and just relax in the coolness of the air conditioning. Naturally, I jump up and grab my camera. Not these two. Seems a guy a few months ago took pictures of them and put them all over the internet. B They are looking a little bored and one finally says she needs money to stay. I ask how much and am told two hundred. Well, a $100CP's each didn't sound bad but I asked for how long and they said two hours. Good timing since I wanted to go out that night. I said, OK, $100K each and they quickly corrected me. No, $200 each US dollars! I laughed and said no way but I would give them $100 US for both of them for 2 hours and that was a good deal more than I was used to paying for short time. Must have been the ambiance of the Hilton because they stood firm. Guess they figured if I could afford the Hilton, I could afford $200 USD each.

I said no thanks, put on a pair of shorts and T-shirt and told them I would walk them to the lobby. They told me I needed to give them 20K each for a taxi. I told them I would walk them across the street to the Conquistador for free. Made them mad. Said I owed them 20K each for the shower. I told them they owed me 20K each for the shower. Made them even madder. They put on their bikinis and beach wraps and walked out of the room. Only in CTG!

I spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on my notes for the articles (necessary evil or you tend to forget too many details), doing some more research on CTG. and planning out the next few days. My roommate Juan was arriving tomorrow and I needed to pack and get ready to move to the Apt. I also needed to start getting ready for a party I had planned for Friday night. I called M to see if he wanted to do anything that night. He was busy with his family. I worked and read a Ludlum book until about 8PM and decided to head out even though it was very early. At the front of the hotel I ran into a guy in one of the Tourissimo taxis. (Not the yellow ones. These are green and white, usually have A/C but run a little more in costs) He walks up and in perfect English asks me if I need a taxi. I said I was just getting ready to go out and look for some chicas. Again in perfect English, he tells me the best chicas are at the Casa International. I told him I had been by there and was not real comfortable with the place. He told me it is no problem and he would go in with me to make sure I was safe. I asked him if they paid him a commission and he acknowledged they pay him a small percentage of the bar fine. I told him he was not on their commission that night and that I would pay him to do my bidding. He agreed. His name was Jimmy and he had driven a hack in NY for 8 years before coming back to his home in CTG. Just what I needed. A N.Y. cab driver! Jimmy stops by the little amusement park near El Laguito to tell his wife he will be late. She is there with his two kids who are riding the rides and having fun. We head out to Casa International in the Bosque area of CTG.

Just like in the other reports, this place looks a little ominous. Surrounded by steel gates, two burly looking guys sitting outside of the door and lots of cars. Jimmy pulls up and parks right in front. He is greeted by the guys at the front door and is instantly waved inside. I am right behind him. A dark dance floor to the right, tables full of chicas to the left and a wall separating two seating areas of the place, music louder than hell, smoke filled and lots of locals. Jimmy and I find a table, order a beer and I begin to check out the ladies in the room. About 20-25 chicas, mostly 4s, 5s and 6s. Then I notice this one girl at a table with 6 guys who are definitely not locals. They all had light colored hair except one but he did not have Hispanic features. Something is drawing her to me when I realize, damn, she looks a lot like Julia Roberts. This one young guy is hugging her and she is obviously trying to get him to take her upstairs for a ST. I look at Jimmy and point at her.

Just then she gets up to go to the bathroom and walks past our table. Jimmy stops her and we introduce ourselves to each other. Jimmy tells her I am interested in her but she says she already has company and walks on to the bathroom. When she walks by again, I catch her arm, give her a big smile and rub my fingers together indicating money. She returns to the young blond headed guy but I keep up my insistence. I am frequently catching her eye, smiling and rubbing my fingers together. She is trying to keep from laughing and keeps covering her face with her hands. We have a waitress to go over and tell her she is leaving with me. She shakes her head no. I even send another girl over to take her place with the blond headed guy. She finally comes over and I tell her to get her stuff, walk out the front door, I will be right behind her and Jimmy will follow to make sure there is no trouble. I think the adventure intrigues her because she goes in the back room and emerges with a small overnight-bag and heads for the door. I walk over to the bar to pay her bar fine. The guy says $40US. I say $25. We settle on $30 because I want to get the hell out of there before these six guys realize they have been snaked. (Would later find the going rate is $25 and that is all I ever paid from then on). I followed her out and we got into the back seat of Jimmy's cab and locked the doors. About that time one of the male waiters comes running out shouting something in rapid fire Spanish. He is obviously upset about something. I am fearful a fight or something has erupted inside and just kind of ignore him. He is knocking on the window shouting something and then I hear an all too familiar word. Cerveza. I had forgotten to pay for the beers. I rolled down the window, asked how much. He told me 8K; I threw a 10K at him and told him to keep the change. His face suddenly beamed with a smile and he said Muchas Gracias

Where's Jimmy? For what seemed like an eternity, no Jimmy. Finally he came out and I told him to hurry. He jumped in and away we went. (I suspect he was getting his commission after all). We just started laughing our asses off. The girl called me a chistoso (joker) and we were recanting about what a snake I had been. She told me her name was Milena (another M so she will be M-2), 23 and from Bucaramunga. And, yes, close up she did bear a striking resemblance to Julia Roberts. We got real cozy in the backseat but still continued to laugh all the way back to the Hotel. Jimmy asked for 15K roundtrip and I gave him 20K. (Way too much I know but he had covered my ass.)

M-2 and I got down to serious business right away. Although from a casa, she immediately became more like a GFE. Posed for pictures, took a nice long leisurely shower, hugged and cuddled after making love. Listened to music and she was teaching me the Salsa (naked of course). We stayed up most of the night getting to know each other. I liked this one and knew I would be seeing a lot of her. She was just so sweet, considerate, warm and loving. She actually folded the towels in the bathroom the next morning and was so grateful when I gave her a brand new toothbrush. We had three very satisfying sessions that night and I woke up with a woody with her sleeping next to me. She rose to the occasion and made quick work of that problem. In fact, from then on whenever I got a hard on she would simply say, "we have to take care of that problem."

Just bumping this message to point out the photo I forgot to add, link is above.