Rio Trip Report: July 7-13, 2004


Well, where do I begin…I am writing this report on AA#904 on my way home to Miami…I guess I should preface that it is my first and contains the good, bad & the ugly of my first dedicated monger trip which was to Rio de Janeiro with a buddy of mine (I should also note it was his first trip as well). I have traveled to many continents around the world, but have only been to Argentina, Uruguay & Chile in South America—never Brazil. I had previously always ruled it out as a vacation destination just because of my assumptions that the country had significant crime, poverty and other social issues…it was just never a destination I wanted to go for a multitude of reasons. I can now report that my perception was grossly inaccurate. While it does have many of these problems to a degree, the areas (Copacabana, Ipanema, Centro) we frequented were far better than I expected and no different that that of Buenos Aires, Santiago or many other metropolitan cities around the world—the U.S. included. Walking home from Terraco Atlantica/Help at night we’d see a few transvestites, beggars, etc, but we never, ever had any issues—you can always carry a blackjack or something with you if you are concerned or just cab it. Police presence is extensive during the day (especially around the hotels), but less significant in the nighttime hours. In short, Rio is a monger’s paradise! It has many beautiful women (of all shapes & sizes), great food and just downright offers an amazing value for your dollar—from every perspective. Unless you have an aversion to International travel or are not particularly street savvy, there is absolutely no reason why you shouldn’t do a trip like this at least once in your life. My only regret is that I didn’t do it 10 years ago; well, and that I didn’t have a threesome with the two cousins at L’uomo, but I’ll mention more on that later. Before I begin, I will summarize that over the course of 7 days/6 nights, I had the company of 13+ women (many of which I had on multiple occasions). Unfortunately, there is just too much to see & do in one trip; hence, I will likely be returning over Labor Day for Blame It on Rio – Round 2…I have pictures, numbers & some emails for all but a few of my ladies, but will only post certain pics due to understandable discretionary issues (i.e. specific requests from the girl). I will provide general information about them & occasionally a name. Time for details…

Naturally, the trip started out a little hectic…I was originating out of Miami, but my buddy was connecting from the northeast. Needless to say, weather that evening meant he was due to land late only 17 minutes prior to our 11:15pm scheduled departure and way over at B7 (a brisk 10+ minute walk to our E9 departure gate). When I checked in, AA said they had already booked him on tomorrow’s flight—yikes! Do I wait & loose a day in Miami with him or go & let him meet me 24 hours later? I checked in, went to E9 to see if they were going to hold the plane (they said no, they had 4 misconnects on my buddy’s flight & unless they were at the gate 5 minutes before—they gotta wait until tomorrow)…and you wonder why the airlines are in such bad shape. Hold the plane maybe 10 minutes for 4 connecting passengers or pay for 4 hotel rooms & have 4 pissed off customers (well, 5 if you include me). What’s the big deal if the plane arrives Rio a few minutes late—it only sits there until it turns around to come back the following night…unbelievable! No luck persuading the gate agent to wait either—operations makes the final call on whether to dispatch the plane on schedule (or delay it which they said they don’t do unless it’s a large group of misconnects). So, I’m now off to do a dry run over to B7…12 minutes walking normally. Decided I would wait at B7 until10:55pm & make a final decision whether to hustle back & go it alone or wait for him. Decided to wait for him; all or nothing (plus he didn’t know MIA & with all the new terminal construction I knew he’d never make it unless I was there to escort him). Part of my strategy, since I had a bag checked, was that if I wasn’t at the gate 5 minutes before, they would have to pull my bag since it was an international flight—figured that would buy us at least 10+ minutes. His plane got to the gate about 11pm and we made E9 (along with the 3 other people from his plane going to Rio) in about 9 minutes. As we are coming up to E9, they are making announcements looking for my ass—we’re on, they shut the door & we are pushing back about 10 minutes later. Things are looking good & luck is on our side! His bag didn’t make the flight, but arrived the following day. What’s the moral? Always pack at least one full day’s change of clothes, critical items & toiletries in a carry on; thankfully, he did per my recommendation. I would also recommending not scheduling the last connecting flight (give yourself options—taking the last connecting flight for the last flight of the day doesn’t leave the airlines any room for error & will cost you a full 24 hours).

Wednesday: In Rio, we wait a long time for my bag (they apparently scan everything before it goes on the conveyor), but clear customs with ease. Did the cambio exchange just after customs for a rate of $1 to 2.92 Reais (knew it wouldn’t be the best, but wanted to hit the ground running). We rented our apartment through Kenn at EZ-Riorentals (good guy, no problems). He had his driver pick us up ($50r) which is about the same as a radio taxi (I like turnkey—no f**king around on the inbound). Got settled at the apartment on Rua Raul Pompeia (about 7 blocks from Help & closer to Ipanema), but ended up taking a 2-hour nap, then shower & off for lunch around 1pm (went to a quick & cheap kilo place called Temperarte, Ave. Copacabana on the way to scope out the Alcazar, Terraco Atlantica, Help, Meia Pataca, etc & get the lay of the land)…very easy getting around. We started off by going to a dive (by my standards, but gotta do almost everything once). Next to McDonald’s on Rua xxx Hilario (Apt. #1103); took Priscilla who was recommended in a previous write-up. Petite, but not the caliber of woman or place I would do again (well, probably not again). A lot of miles, be safe in place like this—small apartment broken up with 3-4 little f**k rooms & about 4 girls working—a couple guys coming or going (no pun intended); run by a black guy (gay, I think). $30r for 20-min, $50r for 30-min (had to do 30-min; I don’t like rush programs). My buddy didn’t partake…off to the café on the corner next to Monte Carlo for a Caiparinha until they open at 3pm. Not my thing—tastes like Tequila to me (but I believe they are vodka based); my first & last, but to each their own…I’ll stick with my Cuba Libre’s from here on out. Entered M.C. by 3:30pm; only one other guy in there at the time (& about 10 girls to start). We found that at every Terma we went to at least one front desk girl spoke some or a lot of English. It was $50r entry (waived if you take a girl prior to 5pm I think); it was $170r ($50r for the room & $120r for the girl) for a 40-min session; something like $220r for a 60-min suite session (can’t recall precisely). Good facilities, smaller lounge, but lit just good enough to get a look at what to buy (& avoid). First real wave of guys came between 5-6pm (about 18 girls at that point), then it slowed again by 7pm or so. My program consisted of Suzie (2 40-min sessions) that day; nice body, does completa, good oral, dirty (in a good way), good kisser, GFE, etc (1 K*D, 4yr old boy)—a Miller Lite girl (but I let that slide). Have pic(s); will post accordingly. My buddy had a girl (no pic, name?); brunette, decent body. Not long after he got done, he has this girl (& another girl in his other arm, etc)…soon enough, the f**ker is off with both of them! Let the games begin…Now, this a buddy of mine for the past 15 years who is more than 2x my age (I hope I’m going half as strong as him when I get to his age)! Yes, I nicknamed him “Safado” for the girls from here on out. Of course, this is the sick bastard who just reminded me over our caiparinhas of the “…let’s walk down & f**k ‘em all” bull story. That strategy lasted all of about 2 hours! He returns after his threesome and after a couple more drinks (& half a Levitra each), he wants to take the new girl from his 3some & my original girl and do a 4some; yes, the plot thickens! I’m not a natural porn star & have only done the 3some/4some thing with another buddy of mine a few times before, but (what the f**k!) this is Rio. Off to a suite for some Lesbo action and he worked on my original girl while I worked on his new girl—she was a good lay too; bonked her up against the door +++. Unfortunately, forgot to write her name down (& the pics on my camera phone didn’t come out worth a s**t—too bad). I liked having my camera phone with me in my robe at the Termas, was not obvious (but unfortunately the technology/quality isn’t quite up to caliber yet). Rolled out of M.C. about 8pm (damage report was $225 for me & $275 for my buddy); already over budget (what’s new)! That’s US$, when I note $225r, that’s in Reais. Walked to Meia Pataca for a good dinner, lots of activity (& some worthy candidates), but avoided Terraco Atlantica & Help that night (wanted to catch up on sleep & not overdo it since I was still slightly sick from a few days before). Note: At all the Termas you can charge all your expenses when leaving, but you must pay the girl’s fees in cash (Reais). Most Termas gave an ok exchange rate if you only had US$, but Quatro por Quatro (4x4) only gave $1=$2.5r (a 20%+ whack)

Thursday: Ham & cheese omelette breakfast at M. Pataca (became routine for us), some beach sightseeing (my buddy took some pictures of one of the sand castles & didn’t tip the guys—they got all pissed off; what a D*ck, but as he said, if they don’t want people taking pictures don’t build the f**king things!); also should note some gay guys hang out around the beach too (big surprise; everyone wears a bikini/speedo down there no matter what the shape, size or age); just don’t be shocked when some of them are checking you out. Midday we are off to downtown (Centro) to check out other Termas. Should note some girls at Meia Pataca/etc are more aggressive (or interested?) than others; a pair left their numbers on the way out even though we didn’t even talk with them while eating. Sometimes the aggressive ones are hot in bed; other times they are just looking for the buck (hit & miss)—we didn’t bother to find out with these two. Got a bite to eat & then went to the destack/cobertura place…I had high expectations after viewing their website, but it was very dark in there (quite a few locals as it was lunch time) & the offerings did not live up to the pics on their website. We didn’t even sit down…Headed to 4x4 from there. $30r entry waived if you take a girl by 5pm; $130r for 40-min & $150r total for 60-min. Only a couple other guys when we got there & about 18 girls (some decent girls, but you had to look hard). Filled up with locals by 6pm & was too crowded for us (a decent value, but that’s the tradeoff). My first was Rebecca, 24 (no K*D), nice “C” tits—firm body (will post pic); had a tongue barbell. She was worth it, but not top-5 material. My second was Vivian (pic looks better than reality); she is an avoid in my book. This was a mercy f**k for my buddy who liked her friend; he set up for both to come to the house (his girl was Daniella w/1 K*D; he said she was a great lay & took her twice), but I always like to sample the goods before committing to an all-nighter, so I did…money well spent from this standpoint—not again. I blew Vivian off, but Daniella was still supposed to come over that night—she ended up being a no-show (who knows why; miscommunication, got tired, got lost, got a better offer—whatever); she actually invited him to her apartment, but we never stopped by. He had negotiated $200r, but it ended up being moot. Outta there soon after 6pm; total damage around $300r each with drinks, etc. As mentioned, they give the worst exchange rate $1=2.5r (so charge or pay Reais here—don’t exchange US$). Leaving, some cazzo asked us “Taxi”, we said yes & he walked us to another Taxi waiting (wanted to make a quick tip—he didn’t have his own taxi); we ignored him—I hate the “make work” mentally in countries like this…best to try & discourage it if possible (we had the same b.s. upon arriving at the airport)—you just gotta tell these people “NO” or “Nao”, don’t let them carry your bags, etc…they eventually get the point (hopefully).

Tonight is Terraco Atlantica again—a lot of action! Had a good dinner while scoping out desert for me (my buddy thought he had Daniella all lined up tonight; otherwise, he would grabbed one too…ah, the best laid plans of mice & mongers. Anyhoo, I had been watching mine patiently over the course of 90-minutes or so & finally decided it was time to negotiate. A tall brunette young hard body named Iliana (sadly, I didn’t get a pic of her that night); she had a petite friend with a little bit of a punka-belly that would have worked fine for my buddy if he had only known Daniella was going to be a no-show. Iliana doesn’t do all-nighters (lives over an hour away & only comes to Help a couple times a week which is probably true b/c I only ever saw her again the last night we were in town which was 4 days later); ended up at $200r for about 3 hours (which honestly was probably $50r reais too much, but I wanted to avoid going into Help/etc since my buddy had to get back for his presumed date—oh well.). She was worth it though—the firmest, hard-body I had all trip…her ass & tits were amazingly tight—yummy! Needed to work on trimming up the bush a little more for me (but that’s just me)…a good experience nonetheless. Another plus, she spoke good Spanish (& a little English), so communicating with her was quite easy for me.

Friday; my birthday—lookout! Usual Meia Pataca breakfast; yes, ham & cheese omelette, Coca-Light, etc. Found a good Cambio (money exchange) afterwards: Pioneer (also a travel agency), Rua Sa Ferreia #38, just off the corner from Rua Copacabana about 3-4 blocks from Help; open every day but Sunday. Rate was $1=2.97r then $1=3.00r on Monday. Other than ATM’s, cambios are your best bet—there are others scattered around town. When looking for something, keep in mind it’s always easy to stop in one of the larger hotels & ask the Concierge for assistance. Well, time to get the party started…arrive L’uomo at 4:24pm—only about 3-4 other guys and a very nice selection of ladies (12+ to start with more rolling in over next hour). It’s a $50r entry (which is reduced to $35r if you take a girl), then 45+110=$155r I think for a 40-min session in a regular cabine (which I never did); 70+150=$220r for a 1-hr suite session which has its own bathroom/shower (the only way to go in my opinion); basically $73us. The super-suite (just a larger bed) was a few Reais more. As noted in other reports, L’uomo is upstairs (2nd floor in section “E”)…the entrance overlooks the balcony parallel Rua Sequiera Campos. Tonight, I made a valiant effort to free Cuba once again (I suck down a couple in the first 10 minutes to quench my thirst from the long walk here. My first girl (L001; sorry no pics for public consumption) ended up being one of two real winners for my trip (my #1 girl actually). Great attitude & body, always laughing—a real joy to be around. Of course, there’s more to this story as I would learn, but tonight we’re here to celebrate so I’m already looking for number two. My buddy finds a cutie as well which he said was the best of his entire trip L002; no pics). She had him rapped up in her scarf & one of her gold hoop earrings—he looked like a fricken’ pirate…too funny (I’d love to post the pic, but he would kill me). My next kill was a brunette (L003; pic to follow) wearing a red bikini that night, braces & great “C” tits, not to mention the prettiest & nicest tasting pu*sy of my entire trip! She came so hard that night it was unbelievable—I needed one of those dentist things to suck the excess juices out. She has only been there about 5 months & will only work another 8 months or so then she said her place would be paid off? 21 years old, no K*ds—a definite recommend. I’m pacing myself, so by now, I’m only up to 6 or so Cuba Libres. My buddy’s new friend (L004), which he ended up spending a lot of time with over the next few days, was a good looking, tall & firm gal (I’m waiting for him to email me his pics of her)…but, boy, could she suck down tequila with the best of ‘em: 8 to 10 in a night; f**king crazy! I’d be puking everywhere if I even attempted that (tequila is right up there with Jagermeister of things I no longer due based on previous excesses from my youth). By now, my amigo (who said he was only going to L’uomo because it was my birthday) has got L001, L002, L003 & L004 all lined up for a Super-Suite birthday bash. I should note that there is an L005 (a cute girl wearing a white bikini that night which I really wanted to try, but we had to draw the line somewhere; albeit painful). This would probably be the right time to mention L006 too (24, no K*ds), she was a girl that had wanted to party with me that night too, but I managed to abstain during regular business hours. She gave me her number & told me to call her at 1:45am—I can’t commit my body that far out, but I told her “yes” anyway…a lot can happen in a few hours down in Rio you know. Now, the six of us are off to the S-suite for an hour of absurd fun…5 girls would have been just too many; 4 was almost one too many; we managed, but it wasn’t easy. The one thing that really amazed me is how quickly an hour can pass when you have 4 girls in a Super-suite? Oh well…Lot’s of pics, but either me or my buddy is in them; in hindsight, we should have been smart enough just to get one with the 4 girls alone that we could have posted—another reason to go back. We extracted ourselves from L’uomo sometime after 11pm. The damage report for him was a little over $1,000r and something north of $1,100r for me…that was at least 8 sessions total + a lot of drinks, some food, etc. The 4-girl S-suite party was almost half our total expenses. No doubt, my best birthday ever, but the night is still young. By the way, having a cell in your pocket allows you to program names/numbers of girls you like in the privacy of your cabine/suite so you don’t forget anything later (which I tend to do since there is so much happening every day). I even took a few camera-phone pics at the bar in L’uomo of the girls & my buddy—the bartenders didn’t seem to care. Of course, we were certainly dropping a few Reais that night. Met a couple nice guys too on the way out, one was a UAL check-captain; so far, L’uomo is my favorite locale. Dinner, you guessed it, Terraco Atlantica (ground zero for take home shopping & watching the Help activity). Sadly, we skipped the disco again that night because I’ve got to go call L006. She shows up around 2am, calls upstairs & says come down; I’m thinking just to meet her at the desk & bring her up so I throw on a t-shirt, sweats and, thankfully, shoes—no money, no underwear—nothing, right? Well, I get downstairs & she’s with some other friends (a few guys & a couple other girls who work at L’uomo or Monte Carlo) and she insists we all head out for a bite & some beers. This wasn’t on my agenda, plus I wanted prepared, but what the f**k, it’s Rio right? Anyway, we had some laughs—two of the guys were really nice, the one spoke a lot of English and is a Lear 35 pilot for one of the local corporations so we ended up talking airplanes for a while. One of her L’uomo friends was kind of cute (& petite) in a demure way (more on that later); she remembered seeing me from earlier that night, I didn’t recognize her…whatever (for future reference: L007; yes, details to follow). So, this girl (L006) that I did nothing other than buy a drink or two for at L’uomo earlier in the night (& bum a couple cigarettes off) is now buying me drinks & dinner—I like this one already! Long & short, we bailed sometime around 3:30am and got down to business, slept and did an am program before she left mid-morning. We didn’t negotiate anything, but I felt compelled to reimburse her for buying drinks/dinner & giving her some bucks since we dropped so much $$$ at L’uomo and she wasn’t included in our party. I gave her $300r total which was certainly generous, but it was still my birthday (sort of) & I was feeling like a nice guy; plus, I had a genuinely good time (trust she earned it). For sure, buying the girls drinks, treating them like ladies, making them laugh & having a good time goes a LONG way in helping you find some real winners among the group.

Saturday: We actually did some tourist crap today—we needed to have something to tell the wives that was legitimate. Hired a taxi to do a round-trip drive up to the top of Corcovado (no tram), wait for us, etc: $100r total; ended up taking about 4 hours because the traffic at the top moved so f-ing slowly! Impressive firsthand after seeing so many pictures of it over the years & amazing view of the city—360 degrees. The terrain in Rio is so different from that of Buenos Aires & other S. America cities—it is quite beautiful & inspiring. This is something you must do; hell, even take a girl with you. I noticed a couple guys from Meia Pataca & elsewhere that had some arm-candy with them. Well, enough of this s**t, time for lunch & back to L’uomo…yes, we are creatures of habit! We arrived late—after 5pm (shame on us); the place was really hopping—lot’s of guys (some repeats from the night before too). As luck would have it, I went to take a shower & picked a cold-only shower. Subsequently, I discovered the 2 showers on the right are cold only (for after a sauna or if you have an aversion to warm water), the 2 showers on the left are normal hot & cold; oh well. Many of the same girls, but not all—some new ones too that I didn’t think met basic criteria; still, not bad—just not quite as good as last. Plus a lot of activity already with quite a few guys there—they also have a free buffet in the separate lounge area which is probably another reason why the Saturday crowd is a little bigger. I had L003 again tonight, but she wasn’t drinking (not as much fun) & was a little selfish…probably spent about half the session going down on her (which I don’t mind because she really does have a phenomenal p**sy), but just wasn’t quite as stellar as yesterday…probably the been there, done that mentality—that’ll teach me for not trying out her cousin instead. Did I mention that? She has a petite cousin that looks just like her (other than her cousin is an “A” not a “C” cup); I really should have just done her cousin—or the two of them together (which I what I really wanted to do the night before too)…this is the one thing I regret; another reason to go back down over Labor Day—or would this be two more reasons? My buddy, of course, was still celebrating my birthday a day later, so he was partying like a rock star with ladies from last night. He really liked my first girl (L001), but it didn’t happen. For round two, I ended up with L007 that I met early am while out for drinks/dinner with L006 in my sweats/t-shirt. Although nothing in the breasts department, she was an energetic lay…wanted it up the ass, but I didn’t have it in me by then. I was already running on dry—you’ll typically find that’s your biggest problem in Rio (keeping enough water in well). Still, I told her I might call her for an overnight later (didn’t get any pics—I was getting lazy by this time). We closed the place down at midnight, outta of there for about $770r (& $550r) for my buddy—we bought a lot of drinks that night…partying again with all of the previous night’s girls & some new ones. By now, we got complacent & should have been negotiating waived entry fees & some freebie stuff at the desk, but we will work on that next time around…we dropped a lot more money than average here. Another thing to note is that the girl is always supposed to take your key/# up to the bar to get a drink—a couple times they didn’t (which was ok with us, because we knew what girls we were buying drinks, but just keep an eye on things). I didn’t do anything with L001 or L006 at L’uomo tonight, but L006 was all over me again…another great night! Of course, there were a few goofballs (gringos) dancing on the couch; one guy trying to smoke a cigarette through his D*ck—whatever. Unbeknownst to me, my buddy already negotiated L001 & L004 for an all-nighter after work, so after we left we met them downstairs at about 12:05am. I’ve also found the Terma girls to be much more discreet than your regular street girls—not quite as whorish. In fact, I think a lot of them tell their families they work elsewhere. I know L006’s mom thinks she works at the Bingo place—too funny. Now, the four of us cab over to Terraco Atlantica for dinner & people watching. Naturally, I’m in the front of the cab giving directions & my buddy is in back (between the girls)—I’ve got to watch this f**ker every minute of day! With friends like these…

Had a good dinner—way too much food. You can pretty much split all the entrees, etc so order appropriately…you’ll only make this mistake a couple times (unless you want to take food home to your room). Well, we got home around 1:30am and the plan was respective showers then let the girls put on a show and have some fun. That plan lasted all of about 3 minutes. In fact, during the whole trip, I found the plan was always changing—really, we had no consistent plan…just keep going until someone OD’s on Cialis or until we run out of money. Truly, after the bull story on Day-1, it was all downhill. Back to the details, I get in the shower with my girl (L001) & that’s why the plan went to hell—yes, something to do with me f**king her in the shower. My buddy got impatient & took L004 to his room & did a solo photo shoot—got some fantastic pics, this girl could really be a model…legs up to her armpits (probably about 5’11”); I never had her other than fooling around in the Super suite, but I could tell she would be worth a go at least once. L001 & I cease the aquatics crap & head to our room (the one with the custom Do Not Disturb sign—see photo)…all I can say is, if I slept at all tonight, it couldn’t have been for more than an hour at most. Every time I would roll over, she was wanting to get it on! This was the biggest all-nighter I’ve had probably ever…she’s got to be nympho. Got up around 8am (after more sex of course); looking at my clock, I’m guessing (hoping) I got a little sleep somewhere between the hours of 4-5am. For some weird f-ing reason, L004 had to bail early, she was up & showered, whereas my girl was ready to hang out & do a morning program/photo shoot or whatever. It got all f**ked up (probably because we didn’t have a plan?)…anyway, both girls ended up leaving around 9am; which was probably good, because I for one needed a break; well, my body needed one, but I didn’t want one—does that make any sense?

Sunday: Crappy-ass weather, rainy/windy/colder. My buddy supposedly already arranged with L004 for tonight again before she left (I hedged & told L001 I would call her—what a dog I am!). Spent the day not doing much (I stopped taking daily notes by now too, so I’m trying to think back 5 days now & not forget anything. We ended up sneaking into the Othon Palace Hotel for a free buffet breakfast (that’s one way to save money every day) since it was too early for Meia Pattaca, etc. Might have done lunch at Bob’s (burger joint); can’t recall for sure. Then went home to take nap & rest up for tonight’s activities. Got woken up by our maid—she was cute (can’t remember her name though); I think I could have had a lot of fun with her—next time for sure! Of course, being the value-shopper slut I am, I had to call an escort agency because for $130-150r for 2-hours how can you go wrong or is it “how wrong can you go?”…probably the later for me, I couldn’t get any answers after multiple tries on both numbers at Karla Models (should have quit then). This, of course, was after spending 30-min going through their whole website to develop a short wish list of names (I saved all the appropriate websites onto my laptop in Adobe Acrobat so I could reference anything that might be of interest like this during our trip). Ended up at Cassia Escorts, was a bait & switch, but for $130r—what the f**k! Was ok, but should’ve skipped it altogether—lesson learned. I’m normally big on escorts (stateside), but down here there is really no need to go that route, although if you could get a couple good ones out of Karla Models (which I will try next time I’m down probably once just to see if it works out)—you could end up with additional options/more phone numbers for cheap. Alternatively, there is plenty of shit to go trolling for between the Alcazar, Meia Pataca & the beach midday—no lack of options. The Termas are such a great opportunity to mingle, socialize & interact with a girl (then take her up for a session) before getting her number for an overnight/etc; I really like that route the best. I always like to sample the goods first—I just think you have more control over your destiny that way. Lastly, all of the girls at the Termas (at least L’uomo & the higher end ones) are blood tested monthly…that doesn’t mean much, but it does provide some additional level of vetting which is just more reassuring to me. My buddy slept through my escort experience; I only kept her for half the time & tossed her—had to get some more sleep now. We got showered & rolling late evening…off to Terraco Atlantica—do you see a pattern emerging? Had another great dinner, wanted to go into Help (mind you, we still haven’t set foot in the door on Day-5 now—no excuse, absolutely shameful!), but we had to get back so my buddy could get ready for L004. Went we got home, I had a message waiting for me from L006…I ignored this for the time being & called L001 to tell her to come along with L004 (which I though she might anyway), but left her a message accordingly. Walking home on Rua Raul Pompeia, for the first time, we noticed that Le Boy was a gay club (on the same block as our apartment); the other night there seemed to be both guys & girls outside, but tonight was almost all guys—yikes! Long & short, L004 never showed and my buddy went downstairs to confirm Le Boy was truly a gay (he didn’t believe me at first); who does he run into, but L006! She’s going dancing at Le Boy, wants me to come along & calls upstairs…I tell her I’m just going to take it easy tonight, blah, blah, blah. However, supposedly she tells my buddy that L001 is already inside Le Boy dancing…he comes up to tell me this (I’m sleeping on the couch waiting for him to return at this point; about 2am)…I told him that’s probably b.s. because I don’t think they are really friends. Anyway, this horny bastard (like I’m not, right?) talks me into going down into this dungeon of a gay bar so he can f**k my L001 which means I have to settle for L006 tonight—what a sport I am (but, honestly, it didn’t take much convincing)! I’ve never been into a true all-gay club, so on one hand I’m like “what the f**k” probably will be worth a few laughs—whatever, right? Once inside, I knew this was gonna be interesting—the usual rules apply: if you drop something on the floor—leave it! Don’t pick anything up…first floor is: pay your cover ($10r), coat/bag check, casual bar, bathrooms, not too crowded…there is an upstairs that is roped off (I don’t even want to know). So, we head to the basement level, halfway down the stairs it becomes almost shoulder-to-shoulder, smoky, loud music & darker (I can see my obituary now)…like South Beach, most of the guys are buff, not wearing shirts & a lot are wearing sun-glasses (how the f**k can you see anything like that)—maybe that’s the point? Big bar, dance floor, good music—but 99% gay clientele! It would have been a cool place if the demographics were different…guys making out, dancing, you name it. I made it my mission to find L006 expeditiously in this place—didn’t want to loiter around alone too long! She said L001 wasn’t there (she was just trying to get to me—what a slut!); there were a few other girls there dancing that were actually quite cute and your odds are great, because all the guys are fricken’ gay, but my buddy wasn’t going to hang around; plus, with the language barrier he would have been up s**t’s creek! He’s out within 15-minutes, so there I am with L006 among a sea of seamen—I couldn’t dreamed of shit like this a week ago…one trip to Rio will change your life forever. On top of that, while I wish I could move & groove standing up, I cannot…I’m an ultra-gringo when it comes to dancing! However, I do love to watch the girls dance, but I just can’t do it very good. Time for some drinks & smokes if I’m gonna hang here. The drag show started in a few minutes which was pretty funny actually, but then the guys in jock straps started dancing in the cages, then they started dancing without the jock-straps (holding their hand in front of them to barely cover Mr. Happy), then I turn around & some guy is giving head to another guy under the stairs adjacent the bar—holy shit batman, time for another Skol quick! You know this kind of shit goes on, but seeing it firsthand is quite unique. At least I know where I can get a blowjob if I run completely out of money. By now, I’m staying close to the bar with L006 so I only have to keep watch on about a 180 degree horizon…it was also around this time that I discovered she had no panties on under her mini-skirt. I knew the trip to Le Boy would be worth the sacrifice, but little touches (no pun intended) make the night more memorable. We ended up doing a little dancing, more drinking, more smoking & a lot of making out—the usual. We started to bail after 4am, but who did we see coming in as we were leaving: L007 & she wasn’t thrilled with me—since I was supposed to call her (you know, there is only so much time in a day). Sadly, I wasn’t quick enough to suggest that she come with us & party with my buddy—I screwed up (his loss—he should’ve stuck around); oh well! Now, L006 & I went to a corner café (Baco Loco) for more beers & a burger/fries. At 24, she says she wants to party some more, etc but then make Babi*s with me in 10 years, loves my eyes, etc. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that in 10 years she’ll be too old for me. Perhaps I should have suggested that she have a baby now with some other guy, then I’ll come back in 20 years, then f**k her & her daughter…what a sick bastard I am! A buddy of mine from Milan is into mother/daughters big-time, that’s right up his ally. Sorry, didn’t mean to digress. Back to the room now…she calls her mom to tell her that after work (Bingo, of course) she’s been out with a girlfriend partying & is spending the night with her…I had to be quiet while this call was going on. After that, we kick it up a notch and it’s on (& in) for awhile! Admittedly, it’s also getting light out at this hour…more morning sex; my buddy was impatient because it was well past our usual ham & cheese omelette time. Got her on her way around 11am and we headed out. Naturally, she wanted to go dancing & party with me again tonight (but not at a gay bar this time). Notably, I should also say that other than buying a some drinks during the night, she would only take a few Reais for taxi fare for me. At this point, I know she’s being sincere…these are the types of girls everyone should find. Ah, free p**sy—the best kind!

Monday: We’re now on our last full day in-country and we start to panic! So much we haven’t done: Solarium, Centarius & Help all come to mind! We did lunch at the Alcazar today—a much quieter spot (more family oriented, etc); but a nice break. Checked out the beach, walked down to the AA ticket office to try & get on the non-stop flight Tuesday instead of having to go back via Sao Paolo—there was a really nice woman working there; next time I will go to see if I can buy her dinner…she was very engaging (I wish the flight attendants were as nice as this ticket agent was—I’d start flying more often). Also walked around Ipanema—much nicer residential area, canopied trees, lovely parks, great shopping (higher end though); in general, the women in Ipanema have larger breasts (haven’t figured why though, but I like the trend)…it is more subdued (from a sexual standpoint), but definitely a nice area to take a lady & walk around, eat, shop, etc. Also, did some cell phone research…I probably should have rented a local cell on this trip, but we would have only needed it a few times—next time I will get a phone for sure since I’ve got a good rolodex of numbers now & so we aren’t tied to the landline in our room. Unfortunately, my AT&T GSM phone isn’t unlocked so I couldn’t buy a local SIM card to use in it. Late afternoon, we’ve got L001 & L004 lined up for sure, I spoke with my girl (well, she called me) & I set it up—no more letting my buddy coordinate this stuff. He was still pissed that L004 was a no-show last night, but it worked out well for me & L006. Of course, he wasn’t so disappointed that he didn’t want L004 to come (or is it C*m?) tonight. A quick nap & off to Terraco Atlantica for dinner; tonight, no matter what happens—we are going into Help for at least one cocktail before we go back to the apartment to meet the girls. T.A. was bustling as usual (it was only quiet yesterday due to the weather); saw Iliana & her friend for the first time since last week and a lot of other lookers (she was hoping to go round-2 with me, but I had plans). We went into Help just before midnight ($18r entry instead of $28r) which is the way to do it in my book. There were probably 75 people in there by then (just keep an eye on door traffic while dining at T.A.). Based on what everyone said I honestly thought it would be even bigger? Conversely, it was a lot nicer than I expected—more of a lounge atmosphere with quite a bit of seating a la Studio 54 or something. It’s not a warehouse-type standing room only dance club. $7r for a Cuba Libre (which was almost as good as my “media y media” Cubas at T.A.—half Rum; half Coke); $3r for a Skol (beer). For $20, you can get in before midnight & have 6 Cuba Libres—that’s pretty damn good in my book! On top of that, watching these girls move & grove is a real treat. Likely, never again will I negotiate a girl from outside of Help—there are a lot more options inside (always more girls than guys) & I imagine by 1-2am it really peaks. Next trip I will be at Help at least half the nights—it is ‘the’ spot for sure. I found, though, that a lot of the Terma girls don’t go there—seems to be a separate crowd which is just fine with me. I don’t want to muddy the waters too much with the ladies—I can only give so much time to each. It was extremely painful, but we forced ourselves to leave by 12:45am (thinking we’d be meeting the girls at 1am); naturally, when we got back, we got a call & they were running late (L004 had to go home first), so it was going be another 45-min. This sold me on a cell phone for next time; would have been much easier coordinating & we could’ve spent almost another hour at Help—damn! Probably just as well, another hour there & we might not have gone home empty handed…could’ve been a 3 or 4 girl night instead of just 2. While we waited L004, my buddy came up with a plan to clear out all the living room furniture & put mattresses on floor (I told you he was a sick f**k); however, common sense (& decency for others) prevailed—we didn’t want to shock them too much, but after my birthday bash at L’uomo I don’t think it would’ve been an issue. We also searched diligently for robes that day so we could be wearing more normal “Terma attire” when they arrived, but no such luck. For our next trip, I am in charge of buying two nice robes & getting our names embroidered, etc. Yes, we take this stuff seriously! Now, the phone rings & its L006 calling for me; I have my buddy tell her I’m still at Help…she then has the doorman call up—she’s in the lobby & ready to go dancing. He covers for me, but I’m sure I’m busted! The doormen just saw the two of us come home 30-min ago, then I went back out to get a bag of ice & just walked in like 5-min earlier. Oh well…now, I K*D you not, no more than 2 minutes later the doorman calls up again & L001 is in the lobby…send her up. I’m certain L006 & L001 saw each other (unless L006 left right away & L001 got out of a cab 30 seconds later); of course, even if L006 saw her, she might have though L001 was going to see my buddy & not me that night (since L001 had been hanging out with both us last time she saw us together on Saturday at L’uomo)…either way, it was a near miss (or direct hit) & I’m sure I broke L006’s heart that night…I don’t know what that girl sees in me, but something I guess? Maybe it’s because I’m half lesbian & like eating pu*sy—who knows! I tried calling her before we left Rio, but didn’t get a hold of her; I will try her again so as not to burn the bridge—I do like her & want to see her again over Labor Day. I know a lot of this starts getting repetitive, so I’ll skip the basics—no lesbo show tonight (my buddy’s girl, L004) was tired so they went to their room, my girl & I did some more aquatics to start the night, then retired for another all-nighter program; although, admittedly, I probably got about 2 hours of sleep this time. Thought we might have some type of morning show, but no go. L004 had to bail early (again); although, this time my girl wasn’t falling for the bait—she wanted to spend the day with me (yes!). Overnight/in the morning, the pocket rocket got some more action, as did my C*ck ring & this dangerous looking pearl-beaded (4 rows of 4 each) C*ck sleeve/extension/etc. My golf ball sized asymmetrically-weighted vaginal orgasm balls didn’t get any action this trip; however, they are returning with me in 6 weeks…I’ll have to look for some new toys as well. By mid-morning my buddy was hungry again, my girl wasn’t—it was the usual overnighter: didn’t want to sleep, didn’t want eat in the morning—just suck, lick & Phuck. At one point she was so f-ing wet, she pulled me out of her so she could dry both me & her off with a towel…is that problem? I think not—I sure wasn’t complaining…Btw, she didn’t ask for or expect any money, but I did give her taxi money (plus some extra Reais b/c I wanted to)…

Tuesday (departure day): Post morning-sexo, we went to eat, then I said my goodbye’s; she would have hung out until 3pm or so, but we had to go finish packing & check out at noon, so having her around would have just been a distraction & would have resulted in me having to bonk her one more time somewhere…somehow. As luck would have it, someone else was checking into our room that afternoon (which is why we couldn’t keep it until later in the day—our flight wasn’t until 6:25pm), but they let us store our luggage in one of the penthouse suites & gave us a key! If I had known that, I never would have cut L001 loose—lesson learned (again). The same lady owns three apartments in the building; have to say, we looked at both P.H. suites (2 levels, 2bed/ba); spiral staircase to the upstairs bedroom which went out to its private rooftop jacuzzi—oh my god! I was so pissed we didn’t rent one of these (only $15/day more), Kenn offered them to me, but I figured it would be much cooler this time of year & we’d never use it (mistaken again)! The downstairs living/kitchen layout & furnishings were much nicer & the downstairs suite was big (low bed, kind of Japanese-style), but sprawling & great for a 3-some, crazy-ass orgy or whatever. Plus, the views were fantastic; either suite would have been well worth it—live & learn; next time! Went & did Sugar Loaf—great attraction; a definite must do on your trip…then back to Meia Pataca for a farewell lunch & some strategy/alibi planning. What the f**k do you tell the wives about this trip and/or why in the hell you might be coming back in 6 weeks—nothing (in my opinion). Don’t tell them you’re coming back in 6 weeks…at least that is my plan right now; but if she pisses me off, I might tell her (don’t really care)…she’s gonna be in Italy over Labor Day (maybe she can find some action & won’t be so f-ing miserable). If she sees my passport stamps years from now, I will deal with it then (or I can get my passport renewed early). A lot of guys at M. Pataca this afternoon; counted 10-11 of our African American brothers that day alone (& saw quite a few during the trip in total)…I think a lot of exposure has been given to Rio in recent years by some rappers (Snoop Doggy-Dog, etc); doesn’t bother me. I only wish I had taken the initiative to go speak with some other mongers (I don’t care what the color of their skin is) to learn about their experiences; will definitely do that next time. A lot of guys like the darker Brazilian chicks with bigger asses, but there is plenty (both quality & quantity) to go around for everybody in all shapes & sizes. I personally prefer more Caucasian girls with a nice, moderately-sized ass and a “C” cup, but my mood varies…many times petite, other times tall; occasionally, a toned & tan hot Brazilian garota—mix it up, it’s all good! One thing to note is the street vendors, you will have countless f**ks all trying to sell you the same shit, the only thing we bought of value was umbrellas just before it started pouring rain (best purchase of the trip); you’re best to make eye contact, say no or wave them off—they tend to stand there until they get a decisive “no/nao”; if you really have a hassle, the café chairs are nice & light and would make a good projectile to get your point across…fortunately, we never had to resort to throwing furniture; after my buddy dumped one beggar out of his wheelchair, they all started to leave us alone (just kidding here). Next time, I might get a t-shirts or hats printed up that say: “I don’t want to buy any of your shit” in Portuguese and go sell them to all the tourists to wear (I think I could make a fortune). After lunch, we went by a couple drugstores; my buddy bought some Viagra to try…Levitra, Cialis is all available over the counter & about $1-3 cheaper per pill down there (you can buy the higher doses even cheaper & then take half a pill)…Valium & stuff like that requires some type of script. Subsequently, we got our bags out of the penthouse & our same driver took us back to the airport. Naturally, at that point, we were able to hop the 9:15pm non-stop which meant we had to loiter around the airport a bit. I still think they need to open a Terma at the airport—it would be a cash cow (first thing every guy does when he lands; plus it would make the wait for your luggage go a lot faster and the last thing you do before you leave to go home)! Duty free has a decent selection (which I mentioned you can buy on the way in too when you land); got some last-minute crap for the wife, then went to the Admiral’s Club for a bite & some detox (a couple glasses of wine—my first the whole trip); I’ve given up on trying to free Cuba (for now). Btw, you can buy a 24-hour club access pass for $35 if you don’t have a membership & have a long wait (can also use it in Miami or other connecting cities on your way home). At least it’s a quiet atmosphere, free local calls, drinks & some food. However, I would like to note, those of you that do make calls, please DO NOT be obnoxious about it. There was this one dickhead monger going to the west coast that called everybody he knew on his cell phone at $2.50/minute that was a complete f**khead; ultimately, he quieted down, but I was about ready to go pound the shit out of him. Some people are real phucking a**holes & he was one of them. Naturally, we were in the last row, but at least we got an aisle/window two-seat combo. My buddy caught up on Playboy & I started working on my trip report—36 hours later I’m still trying to finish this damn thing! On the adjacent aisle was a nice guy (tall gringo) who has been working down in Rio for 5 years—lucky bastard! We asked him if his company was hiring (I’d be happy to relocate)…until we found out he worked on oil rigs & doesn’t get onto land to party much—so close, yet so far away just offshore…that must be torture! Also a lot of K*ds in the back of the bus who, throughout the night, would get on the service call rampage & ring the call button on/off about 10-15 times at a go. Next time, I’m going to buy a cigar cutter at the duty free shop before getting on the plane & am gonna snip the finger off of one of the little bastards to make an example for the rest of ‘em. In Miami, I got picked for the full Customs bag search (wasn’t too bad, just extra time)…ran me through the computer, asked if I was a pilot—I asked what else they had in there on me?

To conclude…which I better because I am approaching page 14 in Word & could put a s**tload more detail in here than I already have…Rio is an adult playground. I absolutely love it; sad to say, but it’s probably gonna be long time until I get to the Blue Marlin with the CRT gang. Like I said early on, there is no plausible reason why anyone shouldn’t go to Rio—it offers everything one could want (unless you’re strictly into Asian girls or something alternative). On top of that, I found at least 2 girls that wanted to (& did) party with me overnight on multiple occasions that didn’t really cost anything but taxi fare & some food or drinks…I’m sure there are plenty more out there like that too, you just have to have the time to find them. A lot of the girls at the Termas only go for one session in night (don’t think I saw any girl go twice unless it was with the same guy—maybe once, but wasn’t prevalent); if it’s a slow night, many girls may not get to go at all...which means they are horny & hungry for a good time—it’s all about having fun!!!

It appears almost certain that I (along with my buddy) will be returning in late August; likely on AA#905 on the 28th (arriving the morning of the 29th) and departing Saturday night Sept. 4th on AA#980; I’d rather return a day later, but the wife returns on 5th & I should be home before her. I know some of the CRT guys are going down on the 30th and home on the 6th. American has some fare sales to Rio around those dates, but cheap seats are limited/unavailable certain days. I’ll be happy to entertain questions, etc (where & when I can); just shoot me a message…although I’m going to be extremely busy the next 6 weeks until I leave again (I’ve really got a lot to do), so I may not be ultra-punctual in my responses…cheers & sorry for the long read (probably too much detail)!

Thanks for the details. I head south tomorrow and I'm chomping at the bit!

Excursion7, if you don't mind my asking, how much was that PH suite? Also is the building on Atlantica or inland? Thanks.

Hey Excursion 7, did you ever get some pictures and/or action from Daniella at Help or Antica Terrace. I was there in July for the first time and thought she had the hottest Cosmo type model face. She was firm at $300 so I never partoook but I would love to hear about her performance and if you have any pictures I would love to see some.....please email me. thanks!