The needs of the far-flung Sandy empire (Thanks O'Toole, where the hell are you)took me to Bogota for the first time.

Not sure what I was expecting, probably kind of a"TJ South". I got off the plane after a rather horrid flight, much of it spent next to about 400 lbs of female flesh, all packed into one large frame. I was met by a factor, much recommended, and had little or no contact with the immigration process.

Suddenly, there was this absolutely beautiful, immaculately clean city! I fell in love! Not only is the physical setting wonderful, but there is a local cottage industry spray painting pants on the butts of lovely, shapely young ladies, all of whom are dressed to the nines. Climate perfect. I am in love!

I spent three days in the office, no time to even get out into the streets. Hard not to drool on one's tie as the parade of lovely young Latinas clicked by on pretty high heels (a particular fetish), their hair in place, business clothes clean, pressed, and well fitting.Did I mention their asses? I think I saw only one young lady in a skirt in my 10 days in Bogota, and it fit pretty well too. I keep thinking of the phrase, think it was from Godfather "hairy legs in Birkenstocks headed to a NOW meeting". And people wonder why I like to travel to Latin America!

Finally I was able to get an evening to myself,and made my way to the former Zivago Bar (Calle 93 and Carrera 18). The name has changed, but I did not
write down the new one. It sits alone in a quiet residential neighborhood. I went in expecting a hussle, and, sure enough, a matre-de met me at the door and escorted me to the bar, seating me to a stunning young lady named Nicole. This was the end of the hussle. Nicole was the only one there, but I could find no reason to object. I bought a
beer and offered her one (noticing that she did not ask, nor did the bartender). The room was quiet, with music at a level appropriate for a good conversation. We spent about 1 1/2 hours talking and working on a second beer as the bar filled up a bit with about 8 ladies, none nearly as attractive as Nicole. Several guys came in, paired up, and seemed to spend quite a bit of time conversing. Some left alone and some with a new found friend.

Finally turned the conversation to the evenings activities. We ended up in my hotel for a beer tab and bar fine of about $45, and $100 for the lady. There, we spend a very pleasant hour and a half, and exchanged cell phone numbers, etc.

All in all, not the cheapest evening I have ever spent, but, IMHO, an increatable bargain. Nicole is lovely, slender, and well spoken with long black hair, an amazing smile, and those wonderful Spanish eyes. My $45 was an amazing deal for a long, pleasant Spanish lesson. The rest of
the tab was reasonable, and the rest of the package was as good as it gets.

I ended up calling her several more times to come to the hotel. I liked the bar a lot, and will probably return at some time in the future, but I was more than satisfied with my first lucky choice for the remainder of my week.

I did visit two of the three bars on Calle 34 near Carrera 15, listed as Copa Cabana and something else. I did note record the names either.
Both were very loud, vaguely reminiscent of Adeletas. No way one was going to talk. They did not have on-site rooms as far as I was able to tell. "Soak the Customer" was the motto of the day. Beer was $8.50, with no change in sight from a $10. I did not see anyone I was interested in either place, and left alone, having done my part as investigative reporter.

Later in the week, I was approached by a tout as I was coming out of the restaurant in La Zona Rosa after dinner. I went in to investigate a place on Calle 32 and about Carrera 12. No name, sorry, I threw out the card. It was on the second floor behind an unmarked grey door. They had a grubby room with several chairs and an inflatable mattress on the floor. You could buy a bottle of
cheap booze for about $60 (as rent for the room),and select a lady for about $80. All in all a pretty unattractive proposition, which I passed.

All in all, Bogota is not my idea of a mongering destination. The clubs I saw (admittedly a small cross section) were very expensive for the offering, with the clear exception of Zivagos. I am sure there are several more similar to it around, I just did not find them. Prices were pretty high for what was offered, with the exception noted above. I'm sure that time and exploration would yield many more gems, as it is a city of several million people, but the short term visitor will probably be better off with a better known destination.

I should add that, in the month past since I was there, I have managed to free some time, and am on my way to Cali in two weeks time. Can't wait!

Respectfully

Sandy

Thanks for the write up Sandy. Bogota does seem way too expensive. Any luck meeting non-pros?

I think you'll like Cali better, as things are cheaper there. I was there a month ago and they had some hotties at Kaliente, Faraon Del Norte and Floras Frescas.

I was in Bogota about six years ago. It is undoubtedly the most crowded city I have ever seen. The streets are crowded with those little buses, which are everywhere.

I wandered into a couple of strip clubs there, but cannot remember where the area was. The streets are also filled with cracks and potholes, which makes most of the traffic swerve around them.

Any pics to accompany the trip report? And, about this 400lb woman you sat next to on the plane....did you happen to get her number by any chance?

Master b.

US$100 for 90 minutes? Sounds expensive for a club... tell us, did you have to pay her again (and how much) in the numerous subsequent visits to your hotel room?

This will provide insight into the concept of "investment" - if you didn't pay more than it's money well spent... if you paid same each time then I don't udnerstand how some classify such an expenditure experience as an investment.

Please keep posting, I'm curious to see how your trip and Cali goes, especially if you have experiences meeting nonpros.

Gentlemen,

Merlin, Thank you for your wonderful report, I will be relying on it heavily in the next trip. I was on a company nickel in a company booked hotel, and working my tiny ass off, so I really did not have a lot of time to explore. I spent quite a bit of time in the evenings in La Zona Rosa, often chatting with non-pros who were interested in improving their English. We would often strike a deal, half English, and half Spanish. I found the Colombia Brewing Company not only had a killer dark ale and a wicked stout, but a nice lot of gorgous Colombianas. The Whiskey House, pretty much across the street, catered to an older crowd, but also most amiable to a chat and a nice evening. I pretty much decided against the p4p scene due to the circumstance, but...

I did find security in the hotel tight. When I invited my amiga up at about 9:00, she had to register and surrender her id. This was fine with her, and pretty much SOP, according to her. Again, pretty much a good idea to keep a low profile.

I had two days at the end of my visit to change hotels to La Zona Rosa, much more to my taste, and a bit more anonymous.

I spend an entirely enchanting evening in a small bar with a killer Jazz trio. I was sitting there digging the sounds when the keyboard player asked, in English, where I was from. I told him, and he had played in my area about 15 years ago. He was from Cartajena, but had played the US, Europe, and Mexico for many years. He had had the chance to go to Miami or Alaska about 20 years ago, and had chosen Miami. Spent the rest of the night with the band and his daughter's lawyer, who, according to him, was a better keyboard player than lawyer.

Yes this is a ramble. Yes I had a lot of fun. That evening, the band was buying my beer, which I felt bad about!

Sir Bates, I am looking forward to meeting you in the face some time. The streets have all been fixed. Did not find any strip clubs, but I was not looking for them. No pics, because I did not ask the lady, and it would not be within my ethics to post without permission.

I will admit that, when I spotted the large lady moving down the aisle, I could thing of two things. First was, please God let her take the other unused seat. The second was, my etherbuddy MB would LOVE this chica!

FL,

Thanks for your posts, you will be much in my notes in the next few weeks. I paid the lady the same each of the three times I contacted her. We spend much more time, dinner, etc on the third occasion. This was well within my means, and I immensely enjoyed our time together. I am not so niave as to believe that a lovely professional girl is going to spend some time with me only because I am such a nice guy. However, conversing with a stunning lady for several hours in Spanish, working on my linguistic deficiencys and other items were well worth the price.

I am not looking for a long term relationship at this point in my life, and I will make it a point to talk to the lady when I am back down, and look her up again during my future visits. I guess the investment is the many times I have paused when I am pretty busy and stressed, and thing about long, dark hair, light brown skin, wonderful dark eyes, and a smile that would melt an iceberg.

Sorry for the ramble

Sandy

Sandy,
The place you went to with the $60 bottle of booze sounds sounds similiar to a club I went to last year called The Blue Room(Club)(?). I know the name had Blue in it. I spent the night upstairs with a black girl named Jessica(I have posted pictures on this site). We spent the entire night(from about10:30 to 7:00 in the morning) snorting coke and fucking in every position we could think of. When the club closed we went back to my room and she stayed until around 12 noon. The club's total charge was extremely high(about $400 for everything) but her price was included with the club's total. I definitely got taken but I did have a good time so I can't bitch too much. I don't ordinarily do coke and probably won't ever do it again because of that experience.