Monday. I woke up to the telephone ringing. It was Madame X calling me to tell me about some beautiful girl that she had. I'd been planning to go to Four by Four with a couple of guys, and I took my time, with a leisurely stroll up the beach to go to Madame X's. It was a beautiful, sunny day. The beach was not particularly crowded at 1:00 in the afternoon, even on a beautiful day because it was a Monday. I stopped at the Citibank Instant Teller on the way over.

X had two lovely girls; tall, slim, both of them; one a little taller than me, the other somewhat shorter. The shorter one looked very young, so I wanted to make sure she had I.D. I told them I wanted to see them the next day. Just then, Thumper called to arrange our meeting to go to 4x4, he was a couple blocks away and we were both hungry, so we met for lunch.

So, Thumper and I had lunch together at a restaurant near the Blockbuster and walked back to his place. He was expecting two girls from Karla Models and they showed up exactly as we got there. He had said they were reputed to be a particularly hot combination, especially together, so I was interested in meeting them, and I got the chance. They looked eminently doable. He said goodbye, he’d see me at 4x4 later, and I wished him a good time. Then I walked back to my place.

Just as I was getting close to my apartment, G called to arrange getting together to go to 4x4. I wanted to visit a shoemaker, and he wanted to visit some stores and he said he'd be ready in 20 minutes. I went back up to the apartment to catch up on a few things and wait for his call.

He finally called, and I took a cab and met him at his place; then we continued on downtown. He found the shoemaker that I had located and we talked to him about getting some shoes made. Wow, what a deal. It would cost R$250 for a pair of shoes, 350 for a pair of ankle-high boots. However, it would take five weeks, and I would have to come back a couple of times for the fittings. So, it would not be possible this time. Maybe next time.

G. was able to find our way over to 4x4, and we sat at the little café next to it and had a cup of coffee, which he said was his normal routine. They rarely saw gringos there, but they greeted us warmly. Then we went into 4x4.

Wow, what a place. I had a different reaction this time than the only other time I had been there, probably two years ago. Somehow, then, I was not excited by it, and did not have a particularly good time there. But probably, that had to do more with my lack of experience, since I did not interview garotas at all then, even if they spoke some English. I either was lucky or not; I had been lucky at Monte Carlo (really lucky) but not at 4x4. I went in with an opened mind, since so many people on this board seemed to be high on 4x4, and I had benefited from their experience.

After I had been looking around a while, a girl named Deise came up to me and started talking in English. She was not my preferred body type, but she was okay with a great bunda, and speaking English was definitely a plus. I had decided I wanted to do anal for a change, and Deise told me how much she liked it—even needed it for good sex. After more interviewing, which she passed with flying colors, I was really turned on at the thought of having sex with her the way she said she liked it, and decided to take her to the room. Also, my thought was that since she spoke English quite well, I would be able to use her as a translator and as a finder for subsequent garotas at 4x4. We went up to the room and it was as good an experience as I expected. She was really into the anal part, just as she had described during the interview.

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I went back down to the bar and G. was still there. A few minutes later, I noticed that Thumper had come in. Apparently the two girls from KarlaModels had not tired him out enough. I went over and said hello and introduced him to G., and we sat there for a while. Soon, the lights dimmed and a show started. Several garotas were featured in strip show/dances of about 10 minutes each. The performers were hot, and although I have never been too excited by such shows, I was transfixed by their sensuality. Wow.

Deise disappeared shortly after we returned to the boite, and I did not see her again. But I got a chance to practice Portuguese with several other garotas there, since most did not speak much (if any) English. I saw one garota who looked a lot like a college sweetheart, and chatted with her a little bit. I would have taken her if I would have had a little more (recovery) time before I had to leave.

I stayed there until I had to leave at 9:30. There were a couple more shows which were really exciting, featuring some very attractive garotas. Unfortunately, this trip was pretty much booked up through the end, so I will not be able to return frequently until my next trip. I think that my plan will be to get there on the early side, and stay till late, sessioning two or three times.

The reason I had to leave was I had agreed to meet my friend Bob at Terraco Atlantico, to sit and have dinner and watch. Bob had been my first mongering advisor, knew a lot of garotas, and had a lot of good information on a variety of topics Brazilian since he had lived there almost 20 years. I got there about 10:30, and Bob had already taken a table. As I went over to the table, I noticed a really cute spinner, tiny girl with long brown hair midway down her back, and a really broad smile. She was so cute, I just knew that she would be the one for tonight, even though the night was just beginning.

So I beckoned her over, and she came over, and to my surprise, she spoke perfect English. So we chatted for a minute and I told her that I wanted to have dinner with my friend and talk with him, but I definitely wanted to see her later, and we negotiated, well, we did not negotiate--I asked her how much she wanted, and she said, “How much are you willing to give?” I looked at her and said, “200 reals.” And then she said, “Fine.” So I told her to come back in an hour or so, after we had finished dinner, and we would then go home together.

Just then, a beautiful tall girl walked by, and Bob said, “Hey, I know her.” And I said, “You want me to go get her?” as he was unable to catch her attention while she walked by. He said, “Sure.” So I got up and walked after her as she worked her way among the tables at the restaurant. I caught up with her and said that her friend Bob wanted to talk with her and pointed; she saw him. Her face lit up and she went back over there. Meanwhile, right by where I caught up with her, I saw Luciana, my cousin’s girlfriend. I said, “Hey, come on over to the table,” and she said, “In a few minutes.” She was busy having dinner with her friends.

The beautiful tall girl came over to our table and I went back. Her name was Michele and she was from Petropolis. Bob said she came to Rio just Monday and Tuesdays of the week and went back to Petropolis the rest of the time. I told her that I was busy that night, since I had already set it up with Alline, but I would like to see her tomorrow night. Would she be here? She said yes. And I told her I would meet her there the following night.

A few minutes later, Luciana came over, and we talked for a few minutes. She was living in Belo Horizonte with her family, but had come to Rio for a few days. I did not ask her if she was still working in Help, but I told her that I had not told my cousin that I had seen her working in Help after he had left in December. That had been a very embarrassing moment for her--as I was arriving at Help at 12:30 one night, I saw her getting into a cab with a client. She tried to hide her face from me, but I saw it was her and waved. I thought that my cousin expected she would not be working, since he was supporting her. But I decided it would be better if I did not mention anything to him, so I did not. I told Luciana that and she said, “Oh, well, I told him, anyway.” I asked if they were still engaged, and she said, “No, but we’re close.”

After she left, Alline came over to make sure we were still on, I told her we were. As we ate, I was watching Alline go back and forth, keeping an eye on me while she trolled for customers. Bob and I had a nice conversation with dinner. And as we were finishing, it was getting a little bit late, so, I beckoned Alline over and we all sat and talked for a while.

Alline was a very, very sweet, nice young lady. She was a junior in college in industrial design, and her English was almost perfect. Later, reading some of the posts on this board, I found that I am not the first person to meet her. In fact, she apparently was Sandman’s recommended translator, and had helped Randalst when he arrived. I did not see anything about the other services she provided, but after taking her home, I can recommend them, too. And I really enjoyed her company, we were flirting and joking all evening.

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She went home for the night because she had to get up early and go to school. I rode with her in the cab down to her apartment, near Copacabana Palace, and then took the cab back. She said her cell phone had been stolen, but she gave me the number anyway, said it would be good in a few days, and gave me her email address, too. And I said I would keep in touch, that she was going to be my new girlfriend. She said, “Yeah, right.” She was definitely skilled in the art of sarcasm.

Tuesday. I slept a little late, and after I got up, I called M. He wanted to go over to X’s, and so did I, so we went over there together to see what was available. There were the two girls that I liked, Deborah, the tall one, and Juliana, the short one. They came back with me and started clowning around a little bit. After a short time, I got them into bed, but Deborah was just too busy talking and having fun, and it was not working out. She wanted to put a rubber on me to suck. I called Claudia and told her Deborah was not any good, and Claudia had a few words with Deborah, and then Deborah said she was leaving. So, there I was with Juliana. That was fine for an hour-and-a-half, or so. But then Juliana said that she had to leave. She had a doctor’s appointment. This was not part of the game plan, but what could I do? So, she took off.

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Meanwhile, Brazil_Specialist had called and said that “Laura” was available. So, I called him back and asked if she was still there. She was, so I said, “Come on over.”

I had forgotten how much I liked “Laura,” she was really a hottie in bed. She started off giving me head, and after a while I reached for her pussy. It was so dripping wet she reached for a towel to soak up the goo that had oozed out onto her leg. How could I forget that? So, we had a good time, but she really was reluctant to let me take pictures this time. I had plenty of pictures from before, so I was a little surprised at that.

“Laura” left about a quarter after four, because she had to go to school. So, I went over to Brazil_Specialist’s to hang out for a few minutes before it was time to go meet my friends. Who should come in but Michele, my date for New Years Eve, and the last girl that I saw on my previous trip, except of course, my college girls who took me to the airport. When Michele saw me, she let out a little shriek and jumped up into my arms, wrapping her legs around my back. Fortunately, I was able to maintain my balance, and I returned the embrace. I asked her if she could spend the night with me, and she said, well, no, not that night, but she could the next night. So, I said, “Great. I’ll call you, let’s get together about 9:00.”

She was with her friend, Cris, whom I had seen with her two of three times I had been with Michele before. Cris was okay, and very skilled, but not someone I wanted to be with again. But she said it was her birthday the next day, and I thought it would be nice to buy something for her. So, I told Michele aside that we would buy Cris a present the next day.

I went out to meet some friends, and then a little bit later hooked up with Bob again at TA. We sat for a couple of hours before ordering dinner, just chatting about things, and watching the crowd build up. I saw Alline again fairly early, and she came over and we talked for a few minutes. I told her how much I had enjoyed seeing her the night before. She asked if I wanted to be with her again tonight, and I said I would see, and I did not know yet, I was just sitting down to have dinner with my friend. Anyway, I was waiting for Michele, but she never showed up. Damn, because she was one of the hottest-looking women I saw my whole trip.

Funny how things seem to work out. Last night when I had committed to Alline at the beginning of the evening it seemed like the restaurant was full of beautiful women. Tonight when I had no commitments there was not a woman to be seen except for Alline, and after 11:30 or so, she was gone (she said later that she had left alone because she had schoolwork). Bob left on the early side because he had to go to the hospital the next day to have some tests done. He was telling me about the really good medical system that Brazil has. Everything is free, and apparently, he says, they take good care of you. He says the medical system in Brazil is better than the insurance plan he had back in the U.S.

After he left, I continued looking around. There really was not a whole lot out there. I thought about going into Help, but decided against it because I was a bit on the tired side and it was already 1:30 by that time. I thought, “Well, why not actually get a good night’s sleep for a change?”

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free medical service??

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He was telling me about the really good medical system that Brazil has. Everything is free, and apparently, he says, they take good care of you. He says the medical system in Brazil is better than the insurance plan he had back in the U.S.

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he must be paying a health plan!!

The free service involves about 6 hours wait standing in some health center with 100's of sick people and minimum quality service, only for some ailments. Still requires buying your medicines, I believe.

Just had a girl who has a " hymen complacente" (her hymen never broke completely so he has pain during intercourse), she told me she could get the 10 minute operation in about a year, if she applied for it at the free medical service.

My friend Bob is a caricature of a cheapskate, so major inconveniences wouldn't be important to him if it's free--so perhaps he didn't mention them.

Actually, one time I had a bad rash (from eating some unfamiliar shellfish at Marius, I think). My masseuse (legit) took me to the park at Rua Siqueira Campos and Ave. Copacabana, where they apparently have an open clinic. She found a (female) doctor who spoke English and told me she could see me in about 3 hours (free, I believe--and I'm a tourist). Of course, I had better things to do than wait, so I did not taste the system further....

I have a friend in Canada who keeps telling me how good the Canadian socialized medicine system is, but can't explain why Canadians keep coming here (USA) to see doctors. Answer: even Canadians like to decide their own fate and its timing, not have some beaurocrat do it.

Any time you have socialized medicine, you'll have that type of situation, having to wait forever to be seen. Living in metro Detroit area, we continually see many Canadians in our hospitals to get elective procedures. What does it cost for health insurance in Brasil ? Can foreigners buy into it ?