Tricolor picked me up at 10AM to go get my rental car. They drive you to their office on San Jose’s main street, Paseo Colon to do the deal. Turns out (I learned later) that it’s just a block from Oasis and some other nearby MP’s, so some local multi-tasking is certainly an option for the well-organized renter.

Ignorant of the proximity of all that fine MP cooch, I focused on conquering the roadways and headed directly off for La Paz Waterfall Park. Unfortunately, it shortly began raining and continued the whole time up and back. I wasn’t up for soggy hiking so I drove around the La Paz area, shot a few damp pics from the roadside and the deck of the Peace Lodge and was back in San Jose by 4PM.

Wanting to try some of the lower priced MP’s I drove around SJ seeking out some addresses from various lists I had found online. The damnable thing about driving in SJ is the near-total lack of street signs. You just rarely know where the hell you actually are. That, combined with the low key identification of building numbers and MP signage made it both frustrating and unfruitful. And it was raining. But I was getting better at driving in SJ.

I failed to find Illusiones, allegedly on Calle 9 between Avenidas 10 and 12, even after walking up and back several times on that block. Around 5PM I successfully found the well-marked Bar Idem, which although not known as a low-cost MP, was recommended by several online reviewers. On entering, it looks like a regular bar. You walk through an area of 6 or 8 round tables to the long narrow bar, which seats about 12. The key difference is that along the wall very close behind you as you sit at the bar are chairs occupied by chicas-for-hire. It’s an odd arrangement because as you sit at the bar they are looking at your back. And they are ALL looking at your back, hoping you’ll turn around and do some business.

So I ordered a Corona and turned to have a look at the available talent. There were 2 other guys at the bar, and there were only 3 girls along the wall and one more over at a table drinking with a Tico. Of the 3 along the wall, 2 were marginal and 1 was very pretty, so I decided to make my move on the obvious choice before some other dude woke up and grabbed her. It seems that the Idem girls do not actively approach you, but they do make active eye contact and some have a repertoire of come-hither facial expressions and body movements to make their intentions clear. I nodded to the pretty one to approach me. As she did I slid my hands gently onto her ass and pulled her close between my thighs so I could speak privately to her. She offered her ear and didn’t seem to mind the free ass fondle I was enjoying. Similarly to my experience at NF, she indicated she was cool with kissing me but insisted on CBJ. I was in the mood for a bbbj but, ah well, it had been a long tiring day and this chica was a 9+ for looks and was ready to go, so WTF, let’s vamos.

Her name is Danna. She’s tall and very pretty, early 20’s, straight dark hair and big dark eyes. Turns out her pair of firm C’s were enhanced, which I don’t generally care for, although it was a good job and she didn’t mind having them fondled and feasted upon, so I got into it. Apparently plastic surgery is cheap and good in CR, (which I guess explains why the Blue Marlin looks like a silicone users convention, but more on that later).

Danna was the most businesslike of the chicas I had while in CR. She performed perfectly adequately but somewhat mechanically. The massage was by the book. The kissing meant well, but wasn’t inspired. She didn’t respond much to the fondling and feasting on her chestal regions although I was free to do as much of it as I liked. I even went DATY on her for a while, to which she faked 2 O’s in rapid succession, like in about one minute. Sooooo believable. In general she just did not seem to enjoy sex, unlike several other chicas I had the pleasure of encountering on my trip. I laid back and motioned for her to start the CBJ. After she’d been working on it for 10 minutes or so (again, adequately, making all the little noises and such, but without conviction, no additional fingerwork or nut fondling, or anything, just the basics) I reached down to touch her slot to check for wetness, thinking about how I wanted to finish. The inside may have been moist but the outer lips were dry as a bone, which reinforced my sense that she was “just trying to finish off another guy”, and didn’t make me want to go to the effort of entering her for more sporting types of action. So I had her finish me CBJ and enjoyed a perfectly nice pop. I did grab her head at the climax and finished pumping hard into her skull just to juice things up for me a bit. The shower was pleasant but restrained, although the stuffed boobs with the permanently erect nips were fun to play with all wet and slippery.

I don’t regret having Danna that day. I think she was the most classically beautiful Latina I had in CR. Maybe she was having an off day or maybe the chemistry just wasn’t there with me. Who knows, who cares. Off for more adventure.

I had read a lot of good things about Oasis and wanted to try it next. I (mistakenly) thought it was open until 9PM so I drove over to Maccch Piccu for an excellent Ecuadorian seafood dinner. Finished about 8PM, got their OK to leave my car in their parking lot and ventured forth to enjoy dessert across the street. Well, Bum-Mer. The guard told me it was way closed. Like since 5PM.

So, off to the famous Blue Marlin bar to have a look at what everybody’s always going on about. The buffet of beaudacious babes. Drool-worthy talent as far as the eye can see. Monger mecca. Chica-tasting heaven.

Parked in a nearby lot and sauntered on in looking like I owned the place, as the vets advise you to do. Dress nicely, act confident, and they will come. Well there’s no denying that I drew attention. “Hi Baby” “Where you are from?” “Where you are staying?” Over and over and over. I’d read enough about the BM scene to expect it, but still, once you’re there, it’s a little overwhelming.

There were probably 100 girls packed into those few small spaces, which I admit, was exciting in and of itself. They were all tarted-up, all hunting, all hungry. A few looked bored but most were definitely in the game, on the prowl.

But, as much as I was ready to be swept away by the beauty quotient, I just wasn’t. And please, read my bumper sticker: “I LOVE LATINAS”. Pound for pound they are the most beautiful females I’ve encountered on earth. And sure. there were plenty of acceptable 7’s and 8’s, and I know, “all it takes is one”, but I was disappointed that there weren’t dozens of killer 9’s and 10’s to make me want to drop everything in my life and take up residency in the DR until I’d gone through all of them. The bodies were all generally ok. No fatties, no anorexic crack-ho’s. The age range was good, nothing over low-mid 30’s. But I was surprised at how many frankly plain or even downright homely faces there were, over-made-up and cheesily-dressed, trying to look like Vegas showgirls. It was disappointing. By this time I had seen SO MANY strikingly pretty girls on the streets of San Jose that I was prepared for the BM to be a shopping mall full of them ready to go have sex with me. Maybe the good ones were already out somewhere. Maybe it was an off night. Maybe it got better later. But probably I just expected too much.

I did see one ravishing beauty on her way out the door. Had to be one of the Columbianas that CRT vets talk about. Tall, dark and devastating, she had that haughty, distant, I-know-I’m-f’ing-beautiful thing going on big time. Made brief, cold, calculating eye contact with me as she swept by like a super-model on her way to God-knows where, to meet who-the-hell-knows-who, to make I-can-only-imagine-how-much money. But in hindsight she was no lovelier than Danna at Bar Idem. And several of the reasonably-priced MP girls I’d be with in the coming days would have stood out as hotties in the crowd that night.

Settling in at the lobby bar I finished 2 beers hoping my enthusiasm for the fauna would improve, but it didn’t. So I cruised the Key Largo (dead), peeked into Bar New York (some scary looking pros and oldsters), and called it quits for the evening.

Advice to Blue Marlin 1st timers: temper your expectations. There are plenty of fine babes among the masses at BM but don’t expect it to be chocka-block with 10’s. And as we all know, personality becomes an important part of the perceived beauty quotient as you get to know any girl, and, since I don’t speak much Spanish, my impressions were all strictly visual. Your BM experience may be different and YMMV. Just one guy’s reaction.