I’ve been traveling the world all my life, starting with my time in the Peace Corps. I followed that up with an MBA in International Business. I’ve been on countless trips, including 11 to Thailand, Indonesia, Cambodia and the Philippines over the last 3 years. I’ve also been to Cuba (numerous times), Costa Rica and the Dominican Republic. I’ve spent extensive time in Europe and Russia as well. For some reason however, I had never made it to Brazil.

After a string of less-than-perfect trips to the Philippines over the last several months, where my search for the perfect girl failed miserably (at least I avoided marrying the famous Gemma however), I decided to give Brazil a go. A change in latitude seemed the perfect solution to my Asian blues.

I carefully planned my trip, researching every aspect of it. I was going to stay in an apartment and had one all set to put a deposit down on, but I was in contact with Brazil Specialist as well, reasoning that it may make sense to stay with someone who knows the language for the first few days. When he stated I needed to put down a deposit within 24 hours or lose any possibility of staying with him, I decided it wouldn’t hurt to spend the first few days with him and put $100 in his bank account.

So, my vacation was all set to go. As a thanks to all the other great posters, I was set to take myriads of pictures of the garotas I met to spice up my trip report. Then my usual run of bad luck started.

As I was literally rushing out the door to get to the airport, I managed to step awkwardly while dragging my luggage down the stairs and I felt something pop in my back. I had thrown out my back completely. Spasms of pain engulfed my back and left leg. I was in agony. It was a re-occurance of an old basketball injury and usually with the help of my Chiropractor, he could fix me up as good as new in about a week. Unfortunately, my flight was leaving in 2 hours and I was an hour away from LAX. Then I had to park, get through the various levels of security, check-in (you can no longer just walk up to gate with your carry-ons) and catch my flight. I had zero time to see my Chiropractor, and I briefly thought about canceling my trip. I knew I’d not be able to reschedule anytime soon, so reluctantly decided to simply hope for the best.

Driving to the airport was miserable and I almost passed out in pain standing on the airport parking shuttle bus to the terminal. Nonetheless, I got to the terminal about 35 minutes before my flight. Once there, a sympathetic agent, seeing me stagger towards a long check-in line, took pity on me and allowed me to go to the first-class line to get my ticket. I made my flight with about 15 minutes to spare. The first leg of the flight (to Miami) was enormously uncomfortable but I made it more or less with one piece. I assumed it wouldn’t be too long a walk to the gate for the flight to Rio. I had no feeling in my left leg at all, but I got off my plane and started to trudge to the gate of the aircraft to Rio, which was on a different concourse. It took me about 10 minutes to drag myself to the head of my concourse, at which time there was a sign saying “Concourse B, 20 minute walk from this point”. At this point I wouldn’t have minded if someone would have just come up and shot me. Somehow I traversed the maze of passageways (there’s a bunch of construction going on), and got to my gate. Once I did, I simply laid down on my back on the carpet, ignored the people staring at me, and waited for my flight.

9 hours later, I was in the Ciudade Marveloso, Rio de Janeiro. I exchanged some money, got a radio taxi from two gorgeous attendants and was on my way to Copacabana. I made it without mishap to Brazil Specialist’s apartment, and managed to drag my luggage up the stairs to his penthouse. In retrospect, especially that first day, staying with him was probably the best thing. All I could really do was flop down on his bed. He made a few calls and within an hour or so, one of his girls, Laura (he’s posted her pictures) was over. I had planned on her doing all the work, but all thought processes soon became dominated by my little head, and I got a little more energetic than I should have. I had a nice session, but afterwards was in complete agony.

I took a nap and woke feeling like my left shin was broken. Obviously I needed immediate medical attention. Brazil Specialist said that he knew of no Chiropractors in Rio, but that he knew a doctor that could possibly help. I said I’m up for anything, so he set up an appointment for that night. I took an hour cab ride in rush hour traffic to the doctor’s office. I have no idea what part of town I was even in. I got there, and the doctor explained that although he was a MD, he had decided that Chinese Medicine was much better than it’s western counterpart, so that was how he would treat me. He asked me to stick out my tongue. I did and he said “Ah, the tip is red, that means you have a bad kidney”. I tried to explain to him that I had a lumbar vertebrae out of alignment pressing into my Sciatic nerve, but he stated that the kidneys dominate all of the lower part of torso and by fixing it, all my pain would go away. He then stuck needles in me for the next hour rubbed some sort of burning hot balm on me. He stated that with a little luck I would be running on the beach the next day. He was nice guy who spoke good English. He took my 200 reals, and said I should come back for the next several days. I said I’d call him about that and left, still in pain. I took a cab back, and wasn’t feeling to bad it seemed. Getting out the cab, the driver said something to me, I turned to respond and then stepped forward on the dark sidewalk. My left foot went down into a hole about 18 inches deep and I was again writhing in agony.

I managed to get back to Brazil Specialist’s (I’ll call him BS from now on) apartment, where of course he had another girl. A bit chubby but reasonably cute and with a good attitude. I restated my painful condition, but he strongly encouraged me to take her, so that she would spend the night, that way he could have her after I was finished. I forked out the too large amount of 150 Reals for a short period of time with her, which was pleasureable, and then sent her off. I got a bit of sleep on the very very hard mattress that BS was nice enough to provide me with in place of the original mattress in the room..

I awoke the next morning still in the same state. I decided a walk might loosen things up. I went down to the beach and was hobbling along like Quasimoto. I saw a guy on hooker beach (across from Meia Pataca) who had a massage table with a shiatsu sign above it, who claimed he was a physical therapist. I figured “what do I have to lose?”, and in my terrible Portuguese told him that my “columa muito mal” and he said he could fix me right up. About 20 minutes later, I had to stop him, He was pounding on me and the pain was almost unbearable. I say almost because there were two attractive topless girls about 20 feet away from me that were taking my mind off what this guy was doing to me. Finally however I simply dragged myself off the massage table and managed to make it back to the apartment. By this time, I decided the hell with spending a bunch of money on people who could not help my back and just to grit it out.

At this time I met a photographer who was just leaving BS’s place. Nice guy with great stories and the type of person you had to fight with to pick up a check. We decide to go to Lluomo early that evening. In the meantime, the bigger room in BS’s apartment is now available and I laboriously drag my stuff over there. I put most of my valuables in the great digital safe’s that BS provides, and then head off with my new friend. There were two girls at the apartment when I left, and when I briefly went back (because I forgot to bring money), there were 2 different ones. In the back of my mind, something was bothering me, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Before going into Luomo, we went to an apartment where a Madame friend of BS had a bunch of girls. It was in the same complex as Luomo, but the Madame wanted 150 Reals + taxi for girls in the 6-7 range, and especially compared with the fact that you could luxuriate in Lluomo for a couple of hours, and have a great session with a beautiful girl of your choice for about 200 Reals, the price seemed too high. Once in Lloumo, I figured out what was eating at me. I had stupidly left my digital camera out at BS’s place. When I got back it was gone. This was 100% my fault in that the safe was big enough to store 20 camera’s in. The bottom line is that there are no pictures in this report.

Rather than give a blow-by-blow report of the remainder of my trip, I’ll just hit on the highlights regarding Escorts, Help and the Termas, other observations and a quick comparison of this trip to my normal destinations.

First I decided to see if the beautiful girls listed in the internet escort ads were true. I had been wondering about that for the last year or so. The first time checking these out BS wanted me to take more than one girl so that he could pay the “switching fee” and partake in them as well. The first service I tried was Topclass Models. They sent over 2 girls who were great. The fee was tremendous. I paid 180 reals plus the taxi. The 20 real switching fee BS paid and I let him have them for a 30-40 minutes. They were attractive, both insisted on being completas and left nothing to be desired. I told my photographer buddy about this, and he came over a couple of hours later from where he was staying (Lancaster Othon), and wanted to get 4 girls between the two of us. I was tired and in pain, laying in the my usual position flat on the floor, but said I’d go along with this. BS saw on the internet ad that for 80 Reals more there was a special in which two more girls could come (6 total), so he said he’d pay the difference. We said fine. We called the girls a little after 10PM and finally after 1AM five girls arrived, with one cutie coming later. We had originally asked one to bring the “book” with the girls actual faces for us to see. She had done so earlier in the evening and they looked great. When they finally did show up, 4 of the girls were 5’s at best and the other was reasonably cute and had a good body. Photoshop was obviously at work her. Only one who resembled her pictures. The 2 girls who were either cute or had good personalities were snatched up by the other two guys, and I was left with two girls who did nothing for me, and I had a hard time getting real excited, especially after my 2-shot threesome earlier that day. I did my best and managed to consummate the act with at least 4 of the 6 girls, but it wasn’t my best effort. Later over the next week or so, I called 3 other escorts. I called two from Company Girl. One had an awesome (playmate quality) body and a so-so face and the other was overweight and unattractive, although with a good attitudes and were completas. I let that one go about 30 minutes into our session. It hurt to look at her. I also had one girl from CIA Plus. She is a tribute to what can be accomplished with Photoshop. Here body was basically terrible, but she had a good attitude, didn’t know the work nao, and wasn’t a complete waste of time. I paid 150 Reals + taxi for each of these girls. All the escort girls’ attitudes were good. However, due to the previlant use of photoshop and the fact that you can’t see their faces in the internet ads, I pretty much decided they are too big a risk to use unless your back hurts so bad that you cannot leave your hotel room. Still, especially if you do multiples from the less expensive agencies, you can get 2 conpletas to your room for 2 hours for around $75. That’s roughly 15 times less than here in California….with better attitudes and performance levels.

The morning after the 6 girl festa I described above, I limped out of bed and saw there was a guy looking at BS’s apartments. He was from Australia and seemed like a very decent and pleasant sort of person. We talked for a few minutes and he was off. Later that afternoon, I was taking a walk to get something to eat and ran into him at a restaurant. He said he was staying at the Copacabana Princess hotel, and that the place, unlike other hotels, had absolutely NO RESTRICTIONS or add-on charges for bringing girls to your room. I checked the place out and the rooms were all suites, and the hotel was almost new. It’s off Avenue Copacabana about 2-3 blocks from Help. The price, including taxes and breakfast came to about $67 a night. I felt it was time for me to move on from BS’s place, and the Copacabana Palace was an excellent choice. My room was next to my new Australian friend’s. After my photographer buddy left town, this guy was more or less my constant companion. He knew the city well, and proved to be a generous and entertaining person to hang out with.

No Rio trip is complete without a visit or two to Help, and I went there twice. Looking back on it, I think that quite possibly you are better off finding a pretty girl outside at the Terraco Atlantico, but I never did this. On my first trip inside, my photographer buddy was kidding me that I was dressed like Mr. Preppy (slacks, logo sportshirt, Italian loafers), and unlike the vast majority of guys there, probably looked like I had money. I got a huge amount of attention early, and one very attractive girl simply would not leave me alone, following me and my friend around Help and sticking her tongue down my throat every chance she got. After about 90 minutes, she wore me down and I said I’d go with her. She asked for 300 reals, but for the sake of negotiation I said 250. She said she liked me so that was no problem. Back in the room she immediately upper her demand to 300 reals. Now I had plenty of money and would have probably tipped her the next morning if she performed well, and would certainly have given her cabfare as well. However, being in business most of my life, from a matter of principal, I hate renegotiating contracts once a deal has been struck. When she pulled this ploy, I told her to leave. She immediately tried to backtrack, but I was so annoyed about this girl monopolizing me the entire time and then pulling this stunt that I kicked her out with a 20 Real cab fare. She was cussing at me as I closed the door behind her. I then paid another 28 Reals to get back into Help, but it was late by then, I was tired, I had lost my edge, and very ordinary looking girls were asking 300 Reals for the night at 3AM. I hung out an hour and went home alone.

I then went back to Help a few days ago with my Australian buddy. For about the first time all trip my back had loosened up and I felt good. I was looking for a certain type of girl (cute and sweet) and found her. She looked almost Filipino as a matter of fact. She asked 250 Reals, which was fine by me, and we were off to my room. She immediately pounced on me and she was like making love to the vine-woman. When she came, she spread-eagled herself while entwining her arms and legs around mine. She then let out a loud moan and explained that she had thrown HER back out. Now she was in agony. It was like looking into a mirror. I tried to massage her and make her feel better, but she was in extreme pain. She said she had to leave and that I only needed to pay her 200 Reals. Since she had been there less than a half hour and I hadn’t even climaxed yet, I explained that probably wasn’t fair. I countered with 150 Reals plus 20 for a cab, which she thought about and then said that was fine. She apologized and walked out the door looking very much like I had during my entire trip.

By the way on both of my trips to Help, girls outnumbered the men, but only by a very narrow margin. I certainly didn’t see the 3-1 odds many talk about. I suppose it varies from night to night however.

By this point I had pretty much decided that Termas were the all-around best adult entertainment value in Rio. I went to several of them, primarily with my Australian friend. He would usually go in, and leave without picking a girl. The exception was one girl from Monte Carlo. He kept pleading with me to admit she was the only 9 we saw all week. Just to annoy him, I wouldn’t do so. He was with her 4 or 5 times while I we were hanging out together. She was a cutie. As far as the 4 termas I spent my time at:

Solarium: A friendly place, but lacking first-line talent. The first time we went there, on Saturday, we spent about 90 minutes there and simply couldn’t fine anyone we want to go to a cabine with. There was an energy lacking in the place, the girls seemed to all have slightly large butts, and we ended up leaving without making a choice. We were told the selection was better on Monday, so we went back. As far as I could tell, the selection was the same. My pal again didn’t pick anyone. I decided I didn’t want to waste two entrance fees (plus this time I had a coupon go for a free Cabine on Mondays) so I went ahead and picked a nice tall young lady who was graduating in December with a degree in Fashion Design. She was very nice and I have no complaints.

Monte Carlo: Before we even made to the main Boite, my friend saw his perfect girl on the phone and he was with her on all of subsequent trips there. Two minutes after entering the bar area, a girl came up to me who was very attractive and simply a mind-blowing performer. The type I’d imagine exist in only very minute numbers outside of Brazil. In spite of the fact she stood me up on her day off, which didn’t bother me at all, I had good times with her twice at Monte Carlo. She was the type who skipped vagina sex altogether and demanded anal back in the cabine. The talent there this past week was certainly better Solarium but not up to Lluomo by any stretch of the imagination. BIG PROPS go to the management there however. I had mentioned my terrible luck on this trip. After basically closing Monte Carlo one night. I woke up the next morning and realized I didn’t have my watch. It wasn’t a Rolex, but it had cost a few hundred dollars and I was sure I would never see it again. I knew I had left it at Monte Carlo, but I figured the locker room attendant, who makes about $15 a week, would keep it. Before leaving, I had impulsively given her a nice tip however. I wasn’t even going to call MC, but my buddy suggested I give it a shot. I called, they had my watch and I picked it up. I suppose things like this aren’t too common in Rio, but it’s nice to say that honesty, even among poor employees, does exist.

My Australian buddy, wanted to check out a Massagem around the corner from MC. He said that BS had told him about it and that it was 30 Reals for 30 minutes. Now, this guy had been kidding me about printing out an internet coupon for Solarium, and he had an income of several million dollars a year, believe it or not. Still he wanted to check out the place. There was one black girl working that he was raving about and a couple of other girls who weren’t totally ugly. Still, I would think that that the very least you would get after coupling on one of the mattresses there would be a dose of crabs. We left without partaking.

4X4: It was enjoyable getting out of Copacabana and taking the Metro to the 4X4. Luckily my buddy knew how to walk from metro terminal to the Terma, and it was nice seeing what downtown was like. There is a lot of energy at 4X4, and it is a fun atmosphere. Since it caters to Brazilian businessmen who like big bundas, there were quite a few of those types working there, but there were several very attractive slimmer girls as well. I picked a girl with a very average body but a very cute young face (which I found somewhat rare, especially in termas). I bought a number of drinks and we probably stayed there for 2 ½ hours, including my time with the girl. My bill was under 200 Reals.

Lloumo: I never made it to Centauraus, but of the other termas I entered, Lloumo was clearly the best from a looks and energy standpoint. I was there 3 times and each time was excellent. The price is lower than any major terma besides 4X4 and the quality is higher. Plus the girls just have a partying attitude. On my last day in town, Lloumo held my bags, when I arrived shortly after 4PM. I had a great session with a tall morena, and I decided that was going to be it. I was just going to have some food, buy a few drinks and head to the airport around 7PM for my 10:15 flight. My buddy however had different ideas. Although he had never paid for any girls there due to having a girl friend who worked there but was now in her home city, he decided to break his rule and picked out three girls for a festa for me (he came along too…to “supervise”). He insisted the fee was on him (although I picked up the sizable cocktail bill consisting of about 20 shots of tequila). It was probably the best time of my trip. The booze was flowing and the girls were all friends and had great attitudes. 2 of them insisted on anal. At 7:20PM, drenched in sweat, I said my goodbyes hopped in the shower and then headed for the airport. If your reading this, thanks again for the festa, mate.

On a non-sexual note, I made a couple of excursions. One was to Ipanema on a sunny Sunday afternoon. We hit the beach and then had lunch at the Garota de Ipanema (girl from Ipanema) Café. It was a nice way to spend the afternoon. Nicer and more to see than the beach at Copacabana. We also hit Cocorvado. I’ve traveled around the world several times, but besides the view from Victoria Peak in Hong Kong, I cannot recall a more spectacular city view than Rio from the top of this mountain. The setting is absolutely spectacular. It is well worth the 100 reals or so it will cost for a taxi and entrace to the statue and viewing area.

A note about the food. I travel to Asia all the time. I just expect stomach problems no matter how careful I am. In Rio I experienced none of these, in spite of eating tons of native fruits from the Juice bars on every corner. I ate somewhere along Atlantico every night and usually paid about $12 for a really nice meal. Which would be triple that amount in the U.S.. I enjoyed the Kilo places as well. All-in-all the food is a great value in Rio.

Another positive note is that in spite of the abnormally large number of girls I was with, I came from my trip 100% healthy except for my pre-existing back problem that my Chiropractor is slowly making right.

Comparison with other single male venues…

I really expected Rio to be paradise on earth for me. Maybe it was because of my phyisical problems, but, at least after one trip, I cannot rate Rio any higher than my other favorite destinations. I had no really bad experiences, met great guys, and all the girls had good attitudes. Plus I never felt unsafe. In 9 full days, and being with over 20 women, I only spent a little over $2,000 (not including airfare), so it certainly wasn’t an overly expensive trip. I came home with about $850 in cash that I had planned on spending but did need, and never used my ATM card.

I stopped going to Cuba several years ago after the crackdown started, but certainly in the late 90’s the beauty of the girls there was in my opinion a little better than the garotas on the program in Rio. It seemed that every girl on the Island was available and they were all smiling at you. Of course Cuba is no longer a viable option.

As far as Thailand, it is just an easy and comfortable place for me after a couple of dozen trips. Whereas if you go to a terma or Help, you usually pick a girl from there since there are no other nearby options, in Thailand, there are dozens of gogo bars within easy walking distance with no cover charge. You certainly don’t find too many completas in Thaland, but it seems everyone speaks at least some English, the prices are low (about $50 less a day than Rio in my experience), and everyone is friendly. If you like Asian girls, it is an experience about on par with Rio. Both Bangkok and Pattaya have great slection, great infrastructures and a ton of things to do, especially Pattaya

I go the Philippines all the time. I have a girlfriend there who I basically support, who is as cute as a bug and speaks and writes English really well. One thing about Rio… I saw a lot of beautiful women who were OUTSTANDING in bed, but very few cute and young girls who still had a touch of innocence. That certainly isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but after a few days, I found myself looking for young, cute, fresh girls as opposed to beautiful, sensual women in their early or mid 20’s. In the Philippines, in Angeles City, a girl for all night is less than $20 plus a small tip in the morning. Most are around 18/19. There are about 50 gogo bars within about a quarter mile of the hotel I always stay at, and it is a fun place to go if you like to drink cheap beer and ogle at bikini-clad dancers. The average girl there is not up to her average counterpart on the programma in Brazil, but with the odds 5 or 10 to 1 in your favor in Angeles, it’s easy to find a nice, cute girl each night. The problem is that it’s easy to become involved with these girls. They all pledge their undying love to you, and all have email addresses. They also all have mothers with heart conditions, and are experts at getting money out of stupid mongers like myself. All-in-all however, the Philippines is a lot of fun. There are also plenty of inexpensive places to take a girl that you find in Angeles and Manila that have a lot of natural beauty.

Where’s my trip going to be? I have no idea. What type of girl do I like best? Blonde? Brunette? Light skin? Dark Skin? Teenager? 20’s? Asian? Black? Brown? White? Tall and slim? Petite? Curvy and voluptuous? Innocent? Experienced?

The problem is, I love them all (an after a while, they all drive me crazy). In the end, I’ve come to conclusion that, at least for me, variety really is the spice of life. I want to continue to be able to experience all the various types of girls I listed above as the mood strikes me.

I’ll be back to Brazil, maybe in the very near future, but I’ll never be able to limit myself to any one part of the world.

Thanks again to everyone who contributed to my trip with their great trip reports here, and to those who I met, befriended, and received invaluable help from on this recently completed trip.

Enjoy the life,

Alk

Good report, Alkie. What a bummer, to start off with a back problem. And even more to loose your camera. But you got a good start with Laura, one of my favorites, and it sounds like you managed to sample what Rio has to offer pretty extensively.

That was one of my favorite reports I have read lately. Well constucted and seemed to be an honest, straight-forward opinion. I have lived in thailand for the past year, but brazil is an option I will explore next fall. Thank you again for a nice report.

Alkie,

Great report! I also lost my camera to a sticky fingered garota on my first Rio trip. Unfortunately, I was at a VIP's festa when mine disappeared. Imagine the photos on that one...ugh!!!!!

I also liked your comparison between Rio to other locales. I've often felt conflicted about my lack of enthusiasm for the girls in Rio. I think they are good, but most guys are out of their skulls over them. Personally, I find the girls in Rio to be a little "rough" looking. I prefer the girls in Argentina. They are more European looking and have much softer skin (less body hair).

I'll be interested to check out some of the other places you've been in Asia. Thanks for a great report.

Sterling

Alkie,

That was a great report. Sorry you had to go through so much pain, but you made it through and wound up with a great holiday. Was wopndering if you could give me the contact info for "Brazil Specialist"? Been hearing a lot of good things hope you can help?

Khun Sean

Alkie - What a facinating report. I almost never can get thru long reports. Kudos to you and your writing style.

When I was in my 30's I had the worse back spasms. Now that I'm in my early 50"s, no problem. Go figure. Maybe because now I work out.

I'll be making my 4th and 5th trips to Rio this holiday season. but in may i have 7 weeks off and trying to decide what to do. I've not been to Asia or Eastern Europe, so I may be PM'ing you.

Thanks again.

Just in case anybody has similar problems, a former member of our board, who is a Chiro., recommended a great guy to me in Ipanema.

Sorry about your problems but glad you had a good time anyway.