Took the 4X4 on a 3-day trip south. Had a few specific destinations picked for photography and figured I’d just improvise everything in between. Went banging over potholes and dropping my jaw at incredible views around every hairpin corner and over every freaking huge hill all the way down to Panama and back up the Pacific coast, on Highway 1 and all kinds of back roads, paved and not, and had a blast.

I also met a lot of interesting people. Gave a ride to a fine-looking 26 year old Tica from San Vito hitchhiking her way from Cuidad Neilly to a small town 30 minutes away. Turns out she teaches college-level languages and is fluent in English, Spanish, Italian, French, Greek, Latin and Sanskrit. (CR has the highest literacy rate in Latin America). She is going to South Carolina this fall to work on a PhD. I wished her the best but told her never to hitchhike in the US.

Also met a rugged old campesino, who appeared with his machete next to my parked 4X4 as I was sitting in it changing film, way off the road and deep in the shadowy recesses of a huge palm plantation near Golfito, curious about WTF I was doing there. That was a tense moment. He was armed and suspicious. They work hard to cut those big heavy palm oil kernels off those tall trees with machetes and lug them into piles for tractors to pick up. Now here’s some yahoo in a 4X4 who could be there to steal them. I was able to convince him it was all about photography, gave him a cold fruit drink I thankfully hadn’t opened yet, took his picture posing with his bad-ass machete, and hauled ass out of there glad to be in one piece.

My only mongering success was in Paso Canoas, on the Panama border. I have always liked border towns, especially Latin ones. You KNOW anything you want is always available if you can figure out how to get it. That wasn’t hard in Paso Canoas. When you see a bar with a standing screen (probably with an Imperial beer logo on it) just inside the doorway, blocking your view of the goings-on inside, and lettering painted on the wall around the door shooing away “menores”, you know that’s your spot.

I hit Paso Canoas about noon so only one such place was open, Bar Fenix, way down at the western edge of the long, funky strip of stalls, stores and bars spread along the CR side of the border. Seeing no gringos anywhere in Paso Canoas, I mean NO gringos, ANYwhere, I was half-expecting as I walked around that doorway screen for it to be like that Roberto Rodriguez movie where George Clooney and his banditos hide out in a bar full of bloodsucking Mexican vampire strippers.

Well it was actually pretty tame. Almost sleepy. I made my way to the bar and as my eyes adjusted to the low light I looked the weathered 60 year old barmaid in the eye and confidently asked: “Chicas por sexo?” hoping she wasn’t the main attraction. She immediately pointed to my right and there at the bar sat 3 women. They all smiled and the closest one got off her stool and approached me warmly. Fortunately she was the best of the 3 so I figured, cool, this is gonna work out. Her name is Geidy. A Dominicana but not real dark skinned. Early 30’s. A little heavier than I like but well within “keeper limits”. Very warm and friendly, and a lovely face. Great smile. She agreed to kissing but insisted on CBJ. I was beginning to figure that this is going to be the drill everywhere in CR so I was OK with it. I asked “quanto por uno hora?”. Answer came back at “13 dolares” so there must have been plenty of other gringos plowing these fields before me. That was probably ‘the Gringo price” too, but I certainly couldn’t complain.

I paid the barmaid and Geidy led me to a room in the back. The accommodations are acceptable if you don’t look too close. Had a primitive shower and toilet and plenty of floor area but only a single bed. Partitions up to 10’ but open to the ceiling above (about 18’). Probably makes for interesting acoustics when the joint is jumping.

We had a delightful session. She was committed to her craft and made every effort to make sure I had a good time. Kissing was passionate and playful. We did 2 positions and she finished me combo hand and CBJ. She was upbeat and fun and friendly the whole time and let me feast endlessly on her wonderful natural D’s. I tipped her an extra $2, showered briefly alone and made my way back out into the blazing sunshine. Everybody was happy.

Had no further luck with the “chicas por sexo?” line in any other of the small towns I hit, either with bartenders or taxi drivers. So either they thought I wanted underage girls and were staying away from that trade, or there legitimately wasn’t any action where I went. I think better Spanish is the key to finding action in those more-remote areas.

On the way back up the Pacific coast to San Jose I did seek out and find both Club Itzemanas and Bar Rosa in Quepos, but both were closed when I got there (around 2PM), didn’t open until late (after 8PM) and I didn’t want to stay overnight in Quepos just to experiment with those 2 places, when San Jose provided more of a sure thing. Bar Rosa looked like a typical rough-around-the-edges Tico joint. Club Itzemanas is upscale but is an odd place. It was reportedly built as a resort hotel in Quepos but failed, and was re-invented as a monger-oriented nightclub. The girls live in the former hotel rooms and conduct business there with customers recruited from the large and colorful, right-out-of-the-80’s disco on the property. It was an interesting scene in the middle of the afternoon. Hot-looking strippers lounging around the pool in miniscule bikinis, playing with their bebes, braiding each others hair, doing each others nails. Great setting for a reality show on the Fantasy Channel. I talked with a couple girls who were just hanging out in an open doorway to a room. Though not officially open for business, they did offer me the services of a young (maybe 19 or 20) Dominicana as an afternoon special. She had a nice tight body and a cute face, but had a lot of acne that was a turn-off. The price was also staggering. Like $150/hr. Wasn’t close enough to affordable to even bother negotiating. Knowing the kind of quality and service you can get in San Jose for $20/hr I can’t imagine forking over $150 for an hour of ANYTHING in CR, much less teenage acne.

Further up the coast I pulled off the Pan American for a brief cruise through Jaco because I’d read that a wide selection of P4P is available at the Beatle Bar there after 8PM in the evenings for reasonable prices. Since it was only about 5PM, raining and starting to get dark, I did a Beatle Bar drive-by for future reference and kept on rolling back to San Jose.

I got back to my hotel about 8PM Thursday evening. I’d had enough driving for awhile so I parked the car and took a cab to the gulch to give it another try.

Had a nice bowl of chili and a couple frosties at Bar New York but didn’t see any talent worth pursuing. After brief but again unproductive tours of BM and KL, a friendly gypsy cabbie offered me a ride to Zona Blue. When we got there it looked closed, and a transvestite working that corner confirmed that indeed it had closed at 9PM. I had been looking forward to my first trip to ZB and was disappointed, but the cabbie got right on his cell phone and started calling around to see who’s still open. At first I was surprised, then I remembered, “Shit Man, its legal here”.

He triumphantly announced that Hotel Eros was still open and off we went. It’s right across from Bar Idem. Arriving (in the rain of course) he said he’d stay around in case I wanted to leave immediately. You have to be buzzed in to the lobby of Eros and I entered with low expectations, but was pleasantly surprised. There were 4 slender, reasonably attractive girls there. Actually, each of them would have looked good at BM. The eldest (about 30) quoted $60 for an hour. I knew that was steep so I shook my head and walked out, figuring I’d cross the street and check the talent at Bar Idem.

My loyal cabbie watched me cross the street but I waved him away, figuring I’d get a ride somehow when I needed it, and entered Idem. There were about 6 girls visible there that night and probably more in the back working. I enjoyed a Corona at the bar and made eyes with a fairly good-looking, slender, mid-20’s little vixen who was making a lot of facial and body language suggestions. But she seemed a little over-anxious and a bit too much of a jaded pro, so I shifted my attention to the very young, slim one sitting next to her. This one wasn’t quite as attractive, seemed much more shy and was probably only 18 or 19, but that turned me on. So I motioned for her to come over. As I’d done before with Danna at Idem I reached around to gently cup her ass cheeks in my hands and cop a nice feel as I guided her closer between my legs for intimate questioning. She had no problem snuggling up close and personal and I considered that as a promising sign. But alas, she said she wouldn’t kiss and wouldn’t do bbbj. So, resurrecting my be-choosy strategy I let her return to her seat and motioned for the original one I’d been eye-screwing to come over. I think she didn’t like being second-choice, and was suspicious about why the first girl had been sent packing, so she narrowed her beady little eyes as she approached and caught hold of my hand before I could reach her ass (she’d seen me make that move on the other girl) pulling it back around front and holding it firmly in my lap. None of these were “buy signals” but I proceeded with my questions anyway. To my surprise she did agree to kissing but when I asked about “me mamas sin condon” she just about went mental. She backed up, wagged a scolding finger in my face and rattled on in loud, agitated Spanish about “condons”. I figured this was going nowhere. I can get scolded by gringa bitches all day in the US if I want some of that shit. So when she finally finished and sat down with a righteous huff I polished off the Corona and hit the street. Goodbye Idem, hello Eros again.

Having nothing to lose, and figuring my bargaining position might be better since I’d walked out once already, I buzzed myself back into Eros. The same chica I talked with before, who was also the hottest, now quoted me $40 for an hour. I figured this was probably still negotiable so I leaned over to her ear and said “Triente. Beso con lenguas. Propina por mumar sin condon”. Crappy Spanish I know, but it got the job done. She said Si and vamos we went.

Her name is Barbara. 30-ish and definitely post-bebe, but remarkably well preserved. Nice bod, good face. She is the hot-but-somewhat-hardened-pro type, with the very dark lipstick, the high-contrast striped kind of streaking in her hair and the overtly sexy outfit, not street clothes. Re: the service, she gave an awesome massage. Very strong hands. And she did a good job of my first bbbjcim in CR. I really do like that! I noticed something she did right before she started it that, curiously, all the other CR chicas who bbbj’d me also did. Right before she began, hovering over the throbbing head with her luscious lips, she used her finger and a towel to carefully dab off the little drop of precum that had flowed out during foreplay and settled on the tip. As if she wasn’t about to gulp down a continuing stream of it as she heartily gorged on my rod for the next 10-15 minutes, then take several major blasts of it as my load unleashed. So dainty at the start. All pretense of daintiness abandoned seconds later. And long gone by the sloppy finale. The little mannerisms are endlessly fascinating. Sex worker anthropology.

The pop was delightful and after she cleaned up I said “Mas massage por favor” and remained lying on my back. She proceeded to lubricate and vigorously massage my chest, belly and thighs for another 15 minutes and I freakin’ LOVED it. After 3 days of driving on insane roads in all kinds of conditions, it felt so good to get totally drained and rubbed down. I was ready for sleep. I showered, tipped her $20 for the bbbj, got her digits for future reference and found a cab right outside. Good karma.

Wildwind, excellent report, man, very well written. I've never been to Costa Rica and your vivid descriptions help me picture what it may be like there.

Sounds like you must have spent 100's of hours of research in planning your trip, and also sounds like it really paid off for you. I admire people that can pick up and go to a new destination and do it almost completely on their own. These same types also tend to KEEP going to new destinations. Me -- I'm a creature of habit, and I am a bit addicted to traveling with friends from the board. But reports like yours show that exploring is still alive and well in our hobby.

Thanks for taking the time and effort to write and post your report here. You mentioned often your enthusiasm for photography. Damned curious if you turned your camera on any of the chicas you encountered there? YEAH, I'm shamelessly begging for PICS, MAN, PICS!!!

Thanks again --

Porker