Breakfast was wonderful on the veranda of the Hilton. We spent well over 2 hours, talking, feeding birds, eating and drinking coffee. She actually looked presentable in a pair of slacks and tube top (with a bra) that was not too revealing. She didn't look like a casa girl but more like the other ladies in the place. It dawned on me I had not asked her how much. She told me whatever I felt like paying. Now, here is a different twist. I suggested 120K CP's (about $55US) but only if she would stay with me for the rest of the day. She agreed. We had a wonderful afternoon and she even helped me move to the Apt. It was a nice 2 BR/2Bath in Torre Marina about a block from the Hilton. I took the room with the King bed and private bath because, well, I was there first and had made all the arrangements. I was expecting Juan-1 later so M-2 and I decided to initiate the shower and bed. The shower was oversized and more than ample room for 2-3 people. I began filling the tub, put in some bath gel and we enjoyed a long relaxing (no hot water of course) bath.





We retired to the bed and had just finished making love when Juan arrived almost an hour early. M-2 was in a T shirt, but thought little of prancing around in the Apt. Juan and I chatted a while and M-2 watched TV in my bedroom. I decided we needed some food and drinks so I told M-2 to get dressed and that we were going shopping. Now, our Apt. came with a daily maid (Ruth) for $10 per day. It included her cooking, cleaning, doing our laundry and she would stay all day if we wanted. This sounded pretty good although I would later find it was about twice what a normal Domestica earns. Juan V recommended her, said she was very trustworthy, wouldn't steal and didn't care about the chicas. Juan my roommate (guess I'll have to call him Juan-1) and I agreed.

M-2 and I went to the Carullo grocery store close to El Laguito. It was rather small but served our few needs. Scotch (whiskey in Co),Rum, beer, snacks, eggs, coffee, bread, lunch meat etc.

Juan-1 was interested in meeting a chica right away so we agreed to return to the International where M-2 had friends. We went by Taxi and Juan-1 was a little apprehensive like I had been. We walked in and it was still early afternoon and the place was packed......with Phillipino's. The cruise ship was in port and this was part of the crew. While in port, they are given liberty and naturally, like sailors for centuries have been doing, they headed straight for the local whorehouse. There must have been 50 guys and about 35 chicas. The door to the upstairs was opening and closing so fast it was creating a draft in the place. I told M-2 I was looking for some models and asked her if she thought any of her friends would be interested. She brought over a couple but they had a little too much heft on them. I told her I had seen one girl that would be perfect. I finally located her and when asked, she flatly declined. M-2 told me she was a bitch anyway and I wouldn't like her. (Funny thing. The guy this looker had been with upstairs was not Pilipino but was a gringo sporting an Auburn Tigers baseball cap. I walked over and asked if he had gone to Auburn. He said, no, he did it to piss off his brother who was a Fla. fan and Auburn had beaten them this year. I asked where he was from and he said Tampa. I just said, hello neighbor ! Turns out, we used to live in the same apartment complex. Small world!) M-2 also told me it was OK to photograph any of her friends but I couldn't sleep with them. (UH OH..Celoso (jealous). M-2 introduced Juan-1 to several of her friends but none piqued his interest. Finally one dark haired girl caught his eye. Her name was Paola and supposedly she didn't really work there. They hit it off but there was a problem. Her stomach hurt but it was not from her period. This meant...no sex! We guessed she was hurting from too much sex and she needed a break or that she had some other kind of problem. Juan-1 couldn't make a decision and I said it was up to him. Finally he said what the hell and decided to take her. I paid M-2s' bar fine again but this time only $25. I didn't understand why Juan-1 had to pay a bar fine for Paola if she didn't work there, but he did it anyway. We went back to the Apt., ate some sandwiches and M-2 and I departed for the bedroom. Juan-1 and Paola departed for a walk down the street. M-2 and I spent the rest of the afternoon sleeping, making love, cuddling, kissing watching TV and enjoying each other.



Even though she was a casa girl I knew I had something special on my hands. When we finally got up and got dressed for the night, Paola and Juan-1 came walking out of his room. She was in a T-shirt and he was in a pair of shorts. I smiled and suggested she got over her stomach problems. Juan-1 said, "no, but there is more to come." We all decided to go to Plaza Santo Domingo for dinner at Pacos'. Paola went across the street to where she supposedly lived (probably El conquistador), changed her clothes and met us back in the Apt. We took a cab to the old city and sat outside in the Plaza Santo Domingo. This is the Plaza where the famous "Figura Reclina" by Ferdnando Botera is located. He is famous in Colombia and Europe and is noted for his use of "fat people" for models.



I had read this was a great place to eat and was really looking forward to a nice meal with the ambiance of this quaint little plaza and all that was going on around us.

After we ordered our meals, I asked Milena to go for a walk. There are a number of vendors selling jewelry under the big tree on the Plaza. I asked Milena if she saw anything she liked and to my astonishment, she didn't. Now here was a chance for a free piece of jewelry and she declined the offer. Gotta love this girl!

The girls both ordered the same kind of steaks. Juan-1 had a slightly different version of the same steak and I ordered chicken kabobs. I had a beer, Juan-1 had a glass of wine and the girls had some kind of frozen drink. There were a couple of mimes that were absolutely hysterical in their antics with people walking by and riding by in the carriages. We sat for half an hour and never tired of seeing the same stunts over and over because the reaction of the various people was so different.

I noticed M-2 was having trouble cutting her steak and thought she had a dull knife. I asked for another knife for her but she was still struggling. I asked Juan-1 how his steak was and he said it was like shoe leather. I told all three of them to send them back. (My chicken was just fine). They declined. We all had coffee and the girls had dessert. Total bill was 78KCP s or about $34US-$17 per couple and that included tip. Maybe a bad night for the chef, maybe a bad cow but this did not live up to the reports of others who had eaten at Pacos'. We walked around for a while and then Juan-1 and Paola wanted to split to the Apt. I wanted to go someplace with M-2 where we could talk without loud music and just enjoy each others company. She recommended the Intriga Tropical which is just down the street from the Hilton on El Laguito. Really nice place. Soft music, outside under the stars, cool evening, moonlight reflecting off the water. Good place to bring a date/girlfriend. (Juan-1 went there for dinner one night. He said the food was good but it was too dark to see what you were eating). We stayed for about an hour. I had two beers. M-2 had a single drink and didn't quite finish it. Her story is: she was formerly married to an abusive husband (not uncommon in Co. BTW) she had a 4 year old son who was living with her mother. She had a college degree but there were no jobs in Bucaramunga. She was working in CTG for several months trying to save money so she could open her own business, a styling salon. And, she liked me very much. Thought I was a gentleman and very nice person with a kind heart. (Well, OK, I can be a softie at times).