I went downstairs to use the computer before packing up since I supposedly had one free hour with my room reservation. The computer was dreadfully slow, but it seemed more like a memory or processer problem than the connection. I check and the computer had 32MB of memory. I think they had Windows 98 installed. Whatever it way, it was hardly usable.

Back upstairs I went back and forth a bit deciding between Las Torres and Suites Reforma before deciding on the latter due to better security. I didn't bother with the shower at Ramada, I packed up and caught a taxi back to Calle 13 and Avenida Reforma.

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After getting cleaned up at Suites Reforma, I decided to head back into Zone 1 where I spent most of the day just getting some exercise form walking around. Around 5:30pm, I decided to continue my quest for ladies. Casa Marujas was the one place left that had a good reputation that I hadn't visited yet, so I decided to head there. I asked a cab driver on Avendida 6 if he knew where Casa Marujas was, he said yes so we were on our way.

I should have confirmed before I got into the car, because as we were riding a thought was bothering me, the way he was pronuncing "Marujas" didn't sound right. I repeated the name again, and he said he knew where it was, so I asked what zone it was in, and he said 9. I told him Casa Marujas was in Zone 13. He told me not to worry about it, we'd find it.

Shortly after entering Zone 13, the driver pulled off the road to ask for directions at a restaurant. I couldn't hear what he was told, but the driver seemed to know where we were going after that. We continued down the road we were on, Avendia Las Americas, until we got to the end where there was a statue and a roundabout. We went part way around before pulling off on a small side road. Neither of us knew exactly what we were looking for, and nothing looked like a bar or anything, so we turned back onto Americas where he found someone else to ask for directions.

This next attempt was a failure as well. It was getting frustrating and I knew the driver would be charging me for this. Finally we found someone that seemed to give a better explanation of what we were looking for. We drove down a road and pulled up in front of what looked like a moderate sized house with a security guard by the entrance. The driver told me to wait while he talked to the guard. We finally found Casa Marujas. The driver wanted double what we agreed upon. It was probably more than double what I should have paid to begin with, but I wasn't in a negotiating position at this point. He asked if I wanted him to wait. I declined.

Casa Marujas in Zone 13

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I was led into what looked like a beautiful, well-decorated home by an older lady. She invited me into a room with several couches and asked me to have a seat, asking if I wanted a drink. I asked for and received a soda before being joined by several ladies who approached to introduce themselves before taking seats on the coach. Only several seemed to be working, and to my dismay, I wasn't very happy with the quality of any of them. A couple that had decent faces had big bodies, and the one that had a decent body only had an average face. The older lady quoted me a price, but I wasn't paying that much attention. I told her I wanted to look a bit, so she left asking me to call her if I needed anything.

I sat in the room chatting with the ladies. The one with the best face turned out to be fluent in English and had lived in California. A new lady walked in that had a large body, but unusually high sex appeal. She was very curvy and had what appeared to be a sensual looking eyes and lips partially hidden by long reddish brown hair that fell across her face. She didn't stick around to show herself off, walking by twice without stopping.

I asked the English speaking lady the price, and she quoted 520Q, about $65US although I think she mistakenly told me it worked out to about $80US.
I tried not showing that I thought the price was too high for the talent available. I also got a little uncomfortable thinking that maybe she quoted me a higher price as a foreigner.

We all sat and spoke for a while longer, listening to some awful compilation CD of horrid covers of 80's classic rock tunes. The English lady left for a bit and I confirmed the price with the older lady when she walked by. The voluptuous one soon entered the room and sat at a couch at the other end of the room. She came to sit next to me when she caught me eyeing her.

Up close, she lost a little bit of the sparkle. She was overly made up and clearly overweight, although she still looked somewhat appealing. I talked with her for a while before explaining that I needed to leave and might be back later. I got a business card from the older lady who cautioned me on the cab drivers, saying to be careful with the ones off the street. I bid farewell to the others before heading back outside where I caught a cab with the assistance of the security guard.

I wasted too much time at Casa Marujas, so I figured I should hit a place where I already had someone in mind. I had the cab driver take me to Moulin Rouge.

I hadn't been seated for long before the flirt joined me. She seemed uncertain whether she should or not, apparently her sister had expressed an interest in me and would be jealous. I didn't want to hurt the blond's feelings, but the flirt asked if I could buy her a drink and she could join me anyways, so I agreed.

When the blond appeared, she didn't look too happy. Her flirtatious sister pointed that she looked jealous and asked if it bothered me. I told her it was fine. The blond walked by with a fake half smile and her sister gave me an odd look.

When my companion left for the restroom, her blond sister came to sit with me. This time she looked upset. When I asked about it, she said she got into a fight with one of the other ladies. I did see them giving each other looks so it was probably true, although I don't know if me sitting with her sister got her into a mood. We had a few moments of uncomfortable silence before the flirt returned. The blond left again a short time after that.

I ended up taking the flirt to the short time room. She was fun once she finished playing with her cellphone, but I actually had a better time with her sister. The blond seemed more intimate, probably because she hadn't worked as long. I got the impression that flirt had worked in brothels for a while. Both of them looked much better than they do in their pictures.

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After leaving Moulin Rouge, I decided to hit up Extasis, one of the last places on my main list that I had not yet visited. I walked up Avenida 5 towards the the club, but doubled back shortly after passing Samba. I figured I should verify the Sunday opening since this was supposedly going to be my only option the next day.

A nice stage with an attractive dancer greeted me after passing the lobby and hall. To the right was some tiered seating that reminded me of theater seating. I saw what appeared to be a few attractive faces, but it was hard to tell as it was unfortunately dark. I grabbed a seat at a nearby table.

I was scanning the rest of the place when I soon exchanged looks with an attractive brunette seated with a couple other ladies nearby. She took that as an invitation and came to join me. She invited me to another part of the club to the right of the stage where it more quiet. We sat at a couch and both ordered beers. I wasn't too happy when the waiter told me the price, it was 150Q for her drink and 45Q for mine, $19 US and $6 US correspondingly.

She was soon on my lap after the waiter left, occasionally dancing, occasionally just sitting as we talked. I asked about some rooms nearby and were told they were VIP rooms for dances. A staircase led to quarters for the ladies. I became a little concerned about the protocol for Samba, thinking that maybe I would be charged for the area I was in or for the dances, so after talking a little more I told her I had to leave but would be back on Sunday. Fortunately, extra charges didn't materialize, although I did already spend an outrageous $25 for our two beers.

While we were leaving, one of the waiters or possible management tried to convince me to stay, asking why I was leaving. I wanted to tell him that I thought the drink prices were ridiculous, but I thought it better not to since I didn't have many other options on Sunday. I told him I needed to get back to meet a friend but I'd be back the next evening.

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I continued north to Extasis where they also had a show in progress. I was almost immediately accosted by a decent looking lady offering her company, but I had barely got in and looked around, so I politely declined telling her I preferred to be alone at the moment. I ordered a drink and looked around the small bar, seeing only one lady with a very pretty face that really caught my eye. She was with another customer, but caught me looking at her.

About half an hour later I left my seat to go to the restroom. I was using the urinal when I felt a hand pinch my ass. I worriedly turned my head to look, but luckily it was the attractive lady who followed me in. She asked if I needed help and wanted to watch me urinate. I thought that was an amusing approach. She gave me a kiss and told me she'd see me again upstairs.

After another 30 minutes or so, her customer left and she came to join me at my table. We ordered some beers and spent a while just talking, caressing, and teasing each other. She had a sort of a gown on over her clothes that made it hard to see her figure well. Her face was gorgeous, but I suspected she was somewhat overweight. Her face and attitude made that less important, though.

I ended up spending a good amount of time with her and was getting ready to ask if there were short time rooms we could go to when she ended up having to dance. Up on stage with the gown came off I saw that she was even bigger than I thought and questioned whether I wanted to pay for time with a larger lady, but I figured I had spent enough time with her and built enough repetoire to have a great session. I decided I probably would when she returned.

Strangely, she didn't return. I waited for a relatively long time while she was supposed to be dressing, but she didn't come back. I went to the bathroom, and when I was coming back I saw her in another room crying. She saw me and told me she'd be upstairs in a while. I returned to my table confused. I'm not sure what happened, but she had expressed some concern to me that she was worried that I would think her too overweight and unattractive, so maybe she didn't think I wanted to be with her after seeing her dance. I asked another lady that came upstairs about her and was told that she recovering from being overly drunk but would be back soon. I waited about another 20 minutes before deciding to leave.

It was approaching closing time for the clubs after all the time I spent at Extasis, so I decided to head to Platinum where I had plenty more time to find a nice lady.

Platinum in Zone 9

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I quickly spotted a number of attractive ladies and was glad that I came. On stage, a dancer was in the middle of a sexy candle wax show. Her face wasn't great, but she had a nice body. I was most attracted to two blonds, but one was stuck with a customer and the other didn't look interested in working. The tall Honduran spotted me and approached, pointing out that I never did return the other night. I ended up buying a beer, but I told her that I wanted to just hang out for a while. We talked some while she slowly drank her beer, but she left afterwards when I wanted to spend more time in the club.

After getting to know the Honduran a little better, I was most interested in her, but spent more time checking out the shows and other ladies around the club. I saw a lot of other gentlemen eyeing her, particularly when she was dancing near me with very rapid movements of her rear, but no one seemed interested in her services. Eventually I called her over again and asked about short time rooms. She quoted a reasonable price for that, so off we went.

I was with a different lady when the clothes came off. I hadn't noticed the height of her platform heels, they probably added a full foot and a half to her height. With the boots off, her body seemed disproportionate, kind of like a midget's, but of course a lot more subtle. Her stomach was also a lot bigger than I had thought it was. I'm not sure if she held her gut in or if I just was more pronounced relative to her height, but either way it was a little disappointing. She was friendly throughout, but the session could only be described as adequate.

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By the time we were done, it was nearly 4:30 in the morning. I hung around a short while longer appreciating some of the other fine ladies there before deciding to head back to the hotel. I walked down the block before catching a cab back to Reforma Suites where I came in and crashed into bed.

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