I took a shower and walked down to Citibank to get some money, and on the way back, stopped off at Ba'bouska on Rua Constante Ramos for some ice cream, and then walked along the beach back to my apartment.

Vera had brought her camera over for me to fix, she had some kind of a problem with the memory chip. It was not too difficult to fix using the reset button, and so I fixed it and then called her. I needed to get together with her for her to explain the new telephone she had given me. I knew how to work the old one, but this was a new model and was totally inscrutable, even though she had programmed it to present its instructions in English. Still, some of the words on the screen were in Portuguese. And I could not figure out how to get numbers out of the phone book, although I did seem to get a few into the phone book, but not as smoothly as they should have gone in. So it was time to sit down and have her read the instruction manual in Portuguese and translate it for me in English. I was having a lot of trouble using the phone, and had become dependent enough now on having a phone that I was a major problem for me, one I had to fix.

I walked down to Sindicato do Chopp and had a bit of lunch while I waited for her to cut through traffic. She showed up as I was just finishing lunch and, always in a hurry, stopped with me for a couple of minutes, looked at the instruction book, said that she did not really understand it either. I made the mistake of saying that I was able to read Portuguese better than I could speak it, so she said, “Why don’t you try and read the book?” and she gave me the book and left.

A main problem I had was getting into the MCI net so I could use my phone credit card to call home, so went to the Internet café to try to get the local access number through the Internet. It was frustrating because MCI did not seem to post its access numbers on the Internet, so I was reduced to sending them an email and asking them to reply with the International access code that I needed to dial in Brazil.

After that I went over to see Brazil_Specialist, and to use his telephone to call the United States. His telephone was not working properly, and I was not able to dial out. After a short time I had to leave to meet a friend, but came back after that. This time, I was able to access my voicemail. 17 messages. Many of them important for business, so I called the clients that I had to call, and apologized for being out of touch for 3 days.

Brazil_Specialist had a couple of guys staying in his apartments, and we chatted for a little while and looked at some pictures that Brazil_Specialist had taken. After a while the guys left, and Brazil_Specialist and I talked for a while. He was having some more work done on his patio. A swimming pool had been installed there, an above ground pool that looked pretty big. I was amazed to see it. The trees around the edge of the patio had grown up, so there was considerable privacy, and Brazil_Specialist was improving the drainage on the patio with the construction worker that had done all the remodeling on his apartments previously.

He told me that the supermodel was coming off her period and was ready to go. I asked when, he said today or tomorrow. He called her and she said she would come over tomorrow, Saturday, about noon, and I made a date with her for that time. She was one of the hottest from my last trip, and I wanted to see her, even though at R$300, she was one of the most expensive of the garotas I had been with.

Eventually, I left there to see if I knew anybody around Terazzo Atlantico or Meia Pataca, and walked around for a little while. In the course of doing that I stubbed my toe in a damaged piece of concrete sidewalk and cut it, so I had to go to a drug store to get some bandages for that. Also, Brazil_Specialist had warned me that redeye was everywhere at that time, so I picked up a bottle of antibiotic eye drops just in case.

After I put the bandage on my toe I ran into Christiane, whom I had first met three years before. She was a friend of Monica, my bisexual girlfriend at that time, and I had done them both one night. I ran into Christiane at Help every time I returned to Rio, ans she spoke English almost well enough to understand. Usually I bought her a caipirana and chatted with her for a moment about Monica. This time she was looking good, and said her boyfriend had just left and she was out for the first time if four months. We kept talking while I considered doing her, and after looking at her great body and remembering that she had been pretty wild in bed (waking me up in the middle of the night to drag me into the other bedroom so we could make love while Monica slept), I decided to bring her back to my apartment. I wanted to kill a little time before going to Help, and hadn’t gotten laid yet during the day.

We went over to Terazzo Atlantico to have a drink (it was still empty), and then come back. I made the mistake one more time of not negotiating the price ahead of time. Somehow, I guess I thought that because she was an old friend it would not be a problem. Well it was. She wanted 200 reals, and I though 100 reals would be appropriate for the short time she spent with me-- she was out the door 45 minutes later, didn’t want to do a second round. And after all, it was only 10:00. Of course I ended up giving her the 200, but I was not happy and let her know that. She just left, and I didn’t expect that we would be very friendly in the future—and I’m certainly not buying her any more drinks.

Photo: Christiane 06

A few minutes later I went down to Terazzo Atlantico to get a bite to eat. As I was walking around the tables to see what was available, I spotted Claudia, one of my favoritas from the last trip.

Claudia is a beautiful classy blonde (real) from Porto Allegri. She was older than most of the girls there, but to my eyes absolutely stunning. She was on her way to the ladies room when I saw her, so I took a table and kept an eye out for her, and when she was walking back to her table I called out her name. She looked over, saw me, her face lit up, and she came over to greet me. She said she had some friends that she was sitting with but she would bring her drink over to my table, or something like that. Claudia did not speak much English. Obviously I misunderstood because she did not bring a drink. I think she finished her drink, but came over to my table a few minutes later.

She kept me company during dinner and we talked. Mostly I talked in Portuguese, and she told me she was impressed that I had learned so much since the last time. I had taken her out to dinner months before and tried to talk in Portuguese, but this time I was much more fluent and she was smiling and seemed very happy. I was a little surprised that she stayed with me until I finished dinner and left the table. I made a date with her for dinner (plus) Sunday night, and we talked about some possible restaurants to go to. I knew of two that she would like, seafood restaurants, and she had not been to either one.

I was kind of sorry that I had been with Christiane earlier because here was Claudia, available. I had been planning to go to Help Saturday night, but didn’t want to go tonight, because I wanted to save all my energy for the model, who is an animal. And I thought the model would tire me out, so I really did not want to make a date with Claudia for Saturday night, although I thought about it—dates with her tended to be earlier ones, dinner and then my apartment, no staying up all night dancing. So Sunday would be perfect for me, and it was good for her. She said to call her around 6 to confirm. Alas, to have to wait so long. I finished my dinner, had dessert and coffee, and went home to go to bed—I had to get up early the next morning. Of course Claudia stayed, to seek her fortune that night.

Saturday. I woke up early so that I could get a manicure before meeting Vera to go to the phone place (I was still unable to make the phone work for me the way I wanted). I walked around, and the first couple of shops I saw were closed. Then I remembered, “Oh, it’s Labor Day, a holiday.” As I realized that I was walking past Bobby’s travel agency and he was there, so I waved hello. He told me that perhaps some places would be open. I walked around a couple of blocks, and after seeing one which didn’t look attractive, I found another one that looked like a good place to get a manicure so I went in and sat down and had a manicure and pedicure.

One more time, I forgot to ask the price before going in. The manicure was 25 reals, which I think is a little bit more expensive than it should have been, but no problem (I didn’t ask first). It was a good job. I think the last time I got a manicure, it was 14 reals.

I met up with Vera and we went to the phone store to have my phone fixed, or rather, programmed properly. The girl there pretty much fixed it, but the phone seemed to be irregular in its function. Sometimes I had difficulty getting through on a call. I had to call a couple of times before it would ring through. Oh well. New equipment can be confusing.

Then I went over to Brazil_Specialist’s and hung out for a while with him and two guys renting his apartments, M and G. He informed me that the model had decided to split with her boyfriend for the weekend. I was pissed, since I had basically planned a lot of time around being with her, but we recover quickly from disappointments in Rio. I made a few phone calls on his Internet service to the United States, looked at the CH board a little. I checked the hours of some termas on the cheat sheet for M and G, although we weren’t sure they would be open on the holiday. The best bet seemed to be to go over and see Madame X. M had called earlier, and said that no one would be there until about 3:00. It was 1:30 at the time, but wanted to go anyway and perhaps stop at one of the termas afterward if he didn’t find anything at Madame X’s. So we took a cab over there after stopping at my apartment so M and G could see what it was like. They took a few pictures in front of the window with the ocean in the background. Yes, it’s nice to have oceanfront.

At Madame X’s, Deise (whom I had enjoyed on my last trip) was there and X was having her hair done. No other girls were around and X said several were going to come in at 3:00. At 3:30, they hadn’t arrived and M wanted to go to Monte Carlo and G wanted to go look at another apartment. I had appointments to meet some friends in Ipanema at 4:00 so we all left. Half an hour later, Brazil_Specialist called me and said that Claudia had called him to say that the girls were there. He was going to a beauty contest to shoot some photos of the models and wanted us to come along, but I didn’t want to go to Barra for the afternoon. I didn’t know how long the photo shoot would be and anyway, I had promised Vera that I would take her out for dinner that night.

So I called her. Vera told me that one of her employees was having a birthday and they were having a birthday party, and I should come to the party because there would be a number of English-speaking people there, ex-patriots living in Brazil, and I would have a good time. So I said, “Fine.”

Meanwhile, I had a few hours to kill and an urge that I had to take care of, so I went over to Monte Carlo.

At Monte Carlo, they explained that the price had risen to 120 reals for the girl. I said, “Fine” and went upstairs. There were about 20 girls there, a couple of sevens or eights perhaps, nothing really special. I was immediately approached by one girl, and after telling her that I was just looking around, a few minutes later I was approached by another girl, a blonde named Susie, who was actually pretty cute and nicely aggressive. But, I still wanted to look around and I did for at least half an hour. Finally a cute the eye of a cute little spinner that had seemed fairly disinterested. I beckoned her over and she came over and sat down. Her name was Carolina and she had a cute little bikini top, which had the Brazil emblem on each cup and the Brazil emblem on the bottom piece. She was reasonably affectionate for a few minutes after we talked, but then she got up and went away and when she came back five minutes later, she said, “I’m sorry. I’m with another person.” I was kind of disappointed. She was my top choice there, but then I spotted another little spinner that I had seen earlier but who had disappeared and while I was waiting for Carolina, she had come back. So I beckoned her over.

Her name was Cynthia, very petite, very nice slim body. She didn’t really kiss as deeply as I would have liked but she seemed pretty sweet so I decided to take her up to the cabin. We had a good time and I finished just before the phone rang, incidentally about seven or eight minutes short.

I asked her if it would be okay if I took some pictures and she said, “Only one. You are going to put them on the Internet” and I assured her that it was for me and she said, “Well, no face” so I ended up taking two pictures and I had to erase the third one because it did have a little piece of her face in the mirror, but I got two good pictures.

Photos: Cynthia 07 08

I went straight down to the showers and left because, by this time, it was just after 8:00 and time to call Vera and see what the arrangements were for the party. Vera didn’t know exactly where we were going to be going yet. She said she would call me as soon as she knew. So I took a cab home to change clothes.

Vera never called so eventually, I went down to the ferias and did a little bit of shopping. I got a couple of very nice shirts there. Then I went over to Terraco Atlantico and sat down at my favorite table and waited to meet Randalst, another monger from this board. We had dinner together and talked and he said he should probably go to Help at least once since this was his first time here and I heartily agreed. At one point, when we had just ordered, he saw a garota he thought was really cute, and he beckoned her over (asking me, “What do I do now” when she started moving to our table). He figured it out, he introduced himself, asked if she was going in to Help, and said he’d look for her in there. So we got in line about ten minutes before the midnight cutoff for the low admission price. The line was long and we were wondering whether we were going to make it but we just made it before the bell. I think the people behind us were the last people to get the low admission price, that’s how close it was.

Anyway, inside it was fairly empty. I have usually gotten to help at 12:30 to 1:30 and it has been somewhat more crowded than it was. I started to look around and the garota that Randalst had talked to outside came up to him and wanted to dance with him. He looked at me and said again, “What do I do now?” and I said, “Dance. If you don’t like her, you leave.” Anyway, he knew that. So he went off to dance and I started looking. I saw this one girl in an orange dress who was getting down and dirty, showing off her moves on the side of the dance floor and made a mental note about her. As I looked around, I did not really see very many women that interested me. About 12:30, I found myself next to the girl in the orange dress and she touched me. I touched her back. And we ended up dancing for the next hour and a half (except for a while we spent upstairs making out like teenagers).

While I was dancing with Ana Paula, Randalst came over to me and said, “Hey, that girl is really good. You’ll have a really good time.” It turned out that she was his “Halle Berry” (see his trip report) from two days before. Very interesting.

We came back to the apartment and had a really good time. Randalst was right, she ws HOT. She liked to kiss, deeply and everywhere (think Beijos negros). It was really enjoyable making love with her, and we prolonged it for a while before I came deep inside on top of her. She didn’t stop, and managed to make me come in her mouth after a remarkably short time (for me). Sometime after 4:00 a.m., we looked out the window and saw a big crowd of people on the street in front of Help basically blocking traffic. It looked like somebody had been hit by a car and sure enough, the ambulance arrived a few minutes later to put somebody in the back of the ambulance and take them away. Later, I walked Ana Paula down to her cab and came back up to go to sleep.

Photos: Ana Paula 09

Sunday. I slept kind of late (until about 12:30), and it was a glorious day to sleep late since it was sort of overcast and not a really good beach day. I got myself up slowly and called Brazil_Specialist, who said that there was a girl over there on her way to Madame X’s, would I like to see her. I said, “Of course,” and he said he would see if he could hold her. I quickly took a shower and went over there.

He hadn’t been able to keep her from going to Madam X’s, she was gone. We talked for a little while. Then I went over to Madame X’s, stopping at the Citibank first. I noticed a sign pasted on the door that was new. The hours had been changed from 6:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m. at Citibank (the one next to Blockbuster). Too bad. That makes it a lot less convenient now. And, when I went in, the machines were not working, so I came away empty-handed and went on over X’s. There were a few girls there, two that I knew and two that I didn’t know. One was a tall girl that Claudia said had never worked before. I would be her first customer. Yeah, right.

We took a cab back to my apartment, and after a few minutes, I could tell that it probably was her first time. She was very shy, didn't like to kiss and just generally didn't seem to know really what to do. She was sweet, and I didn't want to be too oppressive. Anyway, we were having trouble communicating. I couldn't understand her Portuguese very well, and she couldn't understand mine. That part was understandable.

Anyway, I thought I heard her say that she wanted to go over to Brazil_Specialist's. I called him to see if he was interested in having this girl come over and checking her out. He said, "Sure," so I said we'd be over in 15 minutes. We went over there, but when we got there, she said, "Where are we going?" And, I said, "To Brazil_Specialist's." And, she said, "Oh, I thought you were Brazil_Specialist." So, I'm not really sure what the communication confusion was, but anyway, we went up to Brazil_Specialist's and he looked at her and said, "She's not my type." It turned out that her husband had died (or been killed) recently, and she was trying this to make some money.

At that time, M was finishing off with Gloria, one of the girls from Madame X's (who I had been with and liked a lot), so the two girls took a cab back to Madame Gloria's together.

After the girls left, I hung out and talked with G and M for a while and then went home to change clothes and get ready for my date with Claudia a little bit later.

Claudia came over to my apartment, and we went out to Sri Mole & Cia, a lovely restaurant at the foot of Copacabana, adjacent to our Arpoador. This was my third time at the restaurant, and it's been excellent every time. This time, I had a dish described as mixed seafood with beaten eggs. When I got it, I thought it was a quiche. Apparently, it was a seafood stew with a mixture of eggs that had been poured on the top, and it was big, so it sort of looked like a big omelet or a quiche, and it tasted just delicious.

After dinner, we came back to my apartment and chatted for a few minutes, and then enjoyed ourselves. Claudia was tender and affectionate, and I enjoyed making love with her. She left about 12:45. She didn't want to spend the night, and I wasn’t completely satisfied yet.

So, I went over to Help; wandered around TA for a few minutes to see if there was anyone interesting there. There wasn't, so after a few minutes of indecision, I went in to help. I looked around to help and there wasn't a whole lot of interest at first, then Ana Paula from last night came up to me and started flirting with me, and I told her “Maybe” and was looking around some more, but we kept flirting.

Then Kelly came over. I had met Kelly during Carnival the year before, and knew that she was a pretty hot woman. She had learned some English since then. She had been in Rio one month when I met her at Carnival, and now she knew English well enough to communicate at a basic level. I was impressed. Her pronunciation was difficult to follow, but she had decent vocabulary. I'd seen Kelly every time I'd come to Rio, since I met her, bought her drinks, got her phone number, never managed to call her; so, it was about time. Kelly had come over to me when I was with Ana Paula the night before, and had promoted Ana Paula to me. But tonight, I told Kelly, "I want you," and negotiated a price with her (all the while, continuing to flirt with Ana Paula). Anyway, Ana Paula got mad and went off to the dance floor, then found a guy. I was still thinking that maybe I should go with known quality—Ana Paula had been SOOOO good the night before--and she was somewhat less expensive than Kelly, but I discovered that Ana Paula had left—I looked around and couldn't find her, so I went with Kelly, no problem.

We danced a little bit, and then I brought her home and we had a great time She was every bit as passionate and energetic as I remembered, and after a lot of lovemaking, we drifted off to sleep. We slept well, but she woke up on the early side (like around 9).

Kelly told me about an interesting scam that she had experienced. Somebody gave her a $100.00 bill that was counterfeit, so now she looks at the hidden markings on the bill to make sure it's real. She also said that she had been to Spain, and made a lot of money. She wanted to buy an apartment here, not to live in for herself, but to rent to tourists. Smart girl. I took a few more pictures, we played around some more, and then she went off. I went back to sleep.

Photos: Kelly 12 13 14 15 16 17

Great report and some great pics. Have to try the ice cream place next time in rio. Thanks

Yes, Ba'bouska (I think I'm spelling it right) is on Rua Constante Ramos a block off the beach on the corner. You grab a scooper, put as much as you want of whatever flavors you want in a cup, and they weigh it to get your price. Toppings are available, and I think you can get cones, although I've never done that--ice cream melts too fast in Rio. It's excellent quality, and since W converted the Haagen Das to its hotel space, my first choice. (I haven't really given the Italian ice cream chain a fair try, though.)