I have been planning this trip to Rio for a very long time, too long. I couldn't help but wonder how Rio and LOS would compare. I felt well prepared, trip guides memorized, cheat sheets printed, an apartment recommended by hunterman and Don and Ken booked the only thing left to worry about was what had I forgotten and don't know I forgot. A quick note to the English teachers out there, the reason that there is a lot mixed tenses in this report is that some of the report is extracts from my travel journal that was written in real time and or when I was a little drunk the rest was written on a the first week end back home a retrospective glance back on 11 days a year in the making. For years I have heard and read about Rio. As the ultimate Mongering destination and I have to wonder if it will live up to my expectation. So it is with great anticipation, enough condoms to supply a small army and sufficient viagra and cailis to make a dead man stand at attention that I start to pack.
August 9, 2006. At about 6.30am and started packing. Took the 508 train to NY ant then the 645 bus to Newark arrived with plenty of time to spare. Newark's staff maintained that total lack of charm that I have come to expect from New Yorkers. Part of the charm of visiting New York is the fact that compared to the average Now Yorker the Gestapo seem like a welcome wagon. Once again I was selected for special attention, I didn't envy the rent-a -cop who had to check my boots, I had been hiking around NY in them for a week. I flew Continental and the flight to San Palo was uncomfortable but the staff where friendly and it was not to bad but I didn't sleep much. The flight was uneventful if a little turbulent. The trip was a mixture between a cattle truck, sardine can and a bad carnival ride.
August 10, 2006. Arrived San Paulo where I sit and write this awaiting my connection to Rio. I changed $300 at the airport at a rate of 2.03. Less than an hour later I am in Rio, Paulo a driver from Velma is waiting for me friendly and with good English and made the drive to the apartment pleasant. My first view of Rio was impressive but marred by the favellas that scare the mountain side. As we drove through the city my tiredness lifted I couldn't help but compare Rio to Cape Town both cities have a great vista. You can see why some say that Rio and Cape Town are two of the most beautiful cities in the world, and I believe them. When I arrived at the apartment Vera was waiting down stairs. Vera was overly friendly but the flat was well situated if a little run down with a great view of Copa from the small bedroom window. Had a quick SSS and tried to nap until 2.30
At about 2.30 I took a walk to meet Ken and Don who where exactly where they said they would be, sitting around Alcazar doing as little as possible. Both Don and Ken have the look of two guys who have found their place in paradise, that content cat that ate the cannery attitude that makes us lesser mortals feel a little green with envy. Don, who is in a continues haze with a cigar in one hand and an attitude that is very reminiscent of a 60's hippie but better groomed. Ken is at heart a frustrated musician and when I arrived was eagerly waiting the arrival of a new guitar. After a lunch of great Chicken Soup at Alcazar and changing a few more dollars at 2.18 Ken and I headed to 4X4. The place was packed and got fuller as the day went on Ken seemed to know everyone but sat quietly drinking Marula Cream, which he was surprised to find out came from South Africa, wile I made a fool of myself. There was none of the hard sell girls that I was expecting and if this is slow low season I think high season would be a gross over kill. The ladies were polite and about half a dozen came over to say hi. I followed the philosophy that blonds are more fun and after relaxing for a wile and taking it all in. I settled on Karen a 24 year old ex nurse, I later discovered that all Brazilian women were either nurses or hairdressers. We took a top suite it was a bit of a trek through corridors and stairwells. The room was nice but the Jacuzzi was empty I liked it that the towels were in sealed plastic bags so you new they were clean. She was very sweet and enthusiastic. Karen was very camera savvy as were most of the girls that I encountered more then half said no to photographs and I promised the rest no pictures of there faces. Karen and I had a fun unhurried hour with BBBJ, dinner at the Y and enough aerobics to satisfy the Olympic Judgers. Very happy and a great deal more relaxed I headed back to the bar for a drink and to chill out before heading back to the apartment for some much needed sleep, but the best laid plans of mice and men…after about an hour Sophia came over to say Ola it was clear that she was quite a bit older then the average girl but her English was OK and she had a rock hard body with a modified chest that she very proud of. It turned out that she was 36 but sometimes there is no substitute for experience and she was up there among the best aerobic experience I have had in a wile. The whole afternoon including entrance and drinks came to RS530.00 plus RS20.00 each way for the taxi. On the way back to the apartment Ken showed me a Supermacardo were I picked up some odds and ends and then I headed back to the apartment. I made a sandwich. I had planned to head to Help, much against the advice of Don and Ken but the lack of sleep court up with me and I crashed.
Photos: Karen 01 02 03 04
Photos: Sophia 05 06 07
August 11, 2006. Woke at 7 headed down stares but everything was closed so I headed back up to the apartment and watched a little TV until about ten, took a walk along the beach and had some Aqua de Coca, Coconut milk, have you ever noticed that all the places were you can get great girls you can also get fresh coconut milk? At roughly 12 I headed up to Don and Kens Store. I had planned on heading out for a light lunch, which turned into a lunch with Don at Porkilo where I ate half a cow.
Don is quite the gastronome. The food was great but was not the best that I would enjoy during my travels. After lunch we headed back to the hole in the wall that is Ken and Dons call their office where after a bit of a wait Ken and the blind, cigar smoking dentist (you know who you are) and I took a taxi to Club 65. I preferred 65 to 4x4 it was less crowed and the selection of ladies might have been a little smaller but then again so was the number of mongers, which was fine with me. After changing into the obligatory gown and slip slops, and Ken's informative tour we settled down in the bar, it was fun to have some body as mentally depraved as me to talk to wile ogling the women and at about five the new shift arrived and the selection moved up a notch or three. The first girl I sessioned with was Paula a very cute big busted, big-butted (and I can not lie) girl with a great smile and passable English. The hour was everything I had quickly come to expect, I had a great time.
Photos: Paula 08 09
After my third shower for the day I headed back to the bar the blind, cigar-smoking dentist had found true lust with a very cute girl and disappeared upstairs. There had been a girl, very cute and bubbly blond pony tailed girl named Kytisha who had been smiling laughing, and dancing around the bar. She sat down next to me and I was hooked, this sweetie just oozes personality and had a contagious laugh and the blond ponytails didn't hurt. In the bedroom she didn't disappoint. These Rio Girls, they either they love sex or each and every one I have met deserves an Oscar, either way was fine by me. Total cost for 65 came to RS640 plus taxi RS22 each way. Dinner at the Italian there where a few mongers from CH at dinner and the food wasn't bad if a little expensive but it was a fun evening and I heard some interesting war stories that never seemed to make it into the trip reports. After a taxi ride back to Alcazar Don and I walked through the beach front flee market were I got some very nice and fun stuff for the folks back home. The Marked runs along Av. Atlantica from Help towards Ipanima for about five blocks and is a good spot to pick up the obligatory gifts for family, friends and staff. After sitting at the apartment for half an hour I realized it was too early to go to bed so after packing away all my valuables (the flat didn't have a safe) I headed out for my first taste of Help. I took a taxi the five or so blocks, as we drive along I couldn't see any of the street kids that I had been warned about but there were cops or and security guard on every block. At Help I settled into a seat at the restaurant outside to girl watch and ordered a caparenia, it was way to strong. A few girls were working the bar and I was approached by one or two spinners but had none of the hard sell that I was expecting. I was enjoying the cool night air and watching the show as the girls strutted their stuff. At about 2.30 (I wasn't wearing a watch) a girl asked if she could join me she was older, cute wearing tight jean skirt and a tank top. She had tall with short black hair, brown eyes and Italian features but she looked tired. She had had a long night. I said "sure" and she instantly brightened up. I bought her a drink and we chatted for about five, ten minutes before she moved closer and started giving me her undivided attention. I followed the rules of a good interview and after a little haggling we agreed on RS150.00for two hours. I didn't want her to stay all night as I didn't want to sleep with one eye open. Remember I have read the trip reports and didn't have a safe. In the taxi her level of affection went up a notch and by the time we got back to the flat I was already in the mood but she wanted to have a shower. I would have joined her but the shower was way too small but I didn't mind watching, her body was great long legs flat stomach with small but real perky breasts and great little nipples and she showered is if she was doing a show or dance which in a way she was. I hid the apartment keys and after she had finished her shower she asked for a coke so I grabbed her one from the fridge. We sat and talked for a wile she claimed that she only worked a few days a month as she had a real job in the city, and in all fairness I never saw her around help again. After she finished her drink she turned on the affection again and I can't complain about the session but it was not as excellent as I had enjoyed in the termas. I guess that I couldn't fully relax but I was worried without reason. The only thing she asked for was an extra RS20.00 for taxi fare it was OK by me. She gave me a sweet kiss goodbye and was on her way. As she left I realized I still hadn't been into Help.
August 12, 2006. Today I am supposed to do some of the touristy stuff so I arranged for Roberto one of Don's drivers to take me around we had arranged to leave from my apartment at exactly 10.00 but in true Brazilian fashion no one had arrived by 11 so I walked over to D & K's office were Roberto finally arrived about half an hour later. Roberto is a fun guy with better then fare English but not much of a tour guide. After a drive through the rain forest we arrived at the foot of the Cocovardo. Roberto dropped me off and I headed up, the view was great and it wasn't too crowded. It would be shame to go to Rio and miss it. After heading down I went across town stopped for lunch at Porcao on the water great view and a great radizio then we headed to the Sugar Loaf were I took the cable car up to top. It is really worthwhile and like Cocovardo gives you a great view of the city. Don suggested paying Roberto SR150.00 not a great deal when the organized tour including lunch and entrance fees cost about half that. Headed out to L'uomo after I got back from the tours, L'uomo fast became my favorite terma, not crowded, great girls. I started to really enjoy the selection process but Don who was at L"uomo more for the free food then the girls, recommended Sheilla a leggy blond with jade eyes and a smile that could melt ice. We sat around for about an hour before heading up to the room, it is said that a picture paints a thousand words so take a look below. Although Sheilla was the best time I had had in Rio, so far, and was undoubtedly up there among my top ten ever. I was ready to go again within an hour or so. For my second trip to the Suites I took Larissa with long brown hair pouting lips a great chest and her new girl attitude, I was in lust again. Although she had no English she had the GFE down pat and I left L'uomo a very happy man. Total cost first trip to L'uomo RS583.00 taxi RS8.00 each way. Money well spent
Photos: Sheila 10 11 12
Photos: Larissa 13 14 15
August 13, 2006. Sunday took a taxi to the Hippy Market walked around Ipanema. I think that next trip I might stay in Ipanema it seems safer, cleaner and more relaxed, just a thought. After a morning of serious shopping I headed over to Alcazar where I met Blue light and his wingman. This meeting would change the trip and I can't stress enough how important it is to have like minded mongers to travel with, it is much more fun then traveling alone. We went to Supermacardo. Their apartment was a two bedroom very similar to mine but right behind Help for $120.00 per night. Don recommended a curry place for dinner, the worsted meal I had in Rio. After a really bad meal we went to Help to hanged out outside, Blue light kept telling me how he was too tired to do anything right up to the time he and his wingman disappeared with two very cute girls and left me stranded. So I headed into help for the first time and I have to say that that it was nicer then I expected I wasn't swamped by unwanted advances the music was good, the drinks not to over priced and I could spend hours watching the girls dance. After about two hours I headed back outside to get some fresh air and ran into Lola and her scary friend. Lola was about 5.3 long brown hair and a overly tanned athletic body and the best English I uncounted among the girls, her scare friend looked like MBL, I sware, I was so frightened I gave her money NOT to have sex but go straight home before the sun came up and turned her to dust. After the very scary lady left Lola and I agreed on RS200 all night or what was left of it. We grabbed a taxi back to my apartment. She was OK but no pictures, not as affectionate as I had gotten use to when she got up to leave early I paid her and sent her on her way.
August 14, 2006. Took a walk along the beach to meet Blue light at his apartment, he is a day trader the perfect job for a globe trotting monger, and spend the he spends the morning working. We chatted for about an hour before Wingman came in from the beach and we went to Lunch at Alcazar the food there isn't bad and quite cheap. Afterwards we headed back to L'uomo. Blue light and Wingman where in monger heaven I was already feeling at home I settled in to enjoy the show. After a few hours I settled on Jade a solid 8 long black hair a tanned body, really stunning fun loving a sweat heart another addition to my top ten. Had a great time, left at about 9pm headed to Alcatraz for their RS10.00 special dinner and visited the night market. Headed back to the apartment at about midnight. Felling like I had found my grove.
Photos: Jade 16 17 18
August 15, 2006. Went up to D&K at about 10.00 to see if I could change my flight to Friday, with all the crap going about flights to the States I thought it made sense to spend a few extra days in Rio until things cool down. OK if you believe that then there is a bridge in London I want to sell you. Truth is I was just having way too much fun to leave, but neither Don or Ken were up yet so I went collected my laundry and did a little shopping and had Lunch at the choppo down stairs from my flat. They make a very descent steak sandwich. Finally Don and Ken wondered in I couldn't get onto the Saturday night flight so I had to leave on Sunday. I could live with an extra day in heaven. Two new mongerers arrived from the States, the Piano man and the Surfer. We all headed to 4X4. Went with Katrina again she was just too cute. Don is quite the Gastronome and wanted to try a new restaurant, Mistura Fina in Lagoa. It was a nice venue with a piano bar feel. The soup was great but the menu was a little expensive. I felt I was coming down with the flu, I knew that those antibiotics I brought from home would come in handy.
August 16, 2006. Woke at about nine with a running nose and the sweats, great I actually have a work related meeting this morning. It looks like I will be taking that anti biotic after all. After the meeting went to Rio Sol Shopping center where I bought 3 CDs, it's an OK shopping center but I wouldn't be running to visit the place. Went to Alcazar for a late Lunch it was not great. After lunch headed to L'uomo again sessioned with Cleo this is the first time since that I got to Rio that a girl started pressuring me kept asking me if I would come back, asking to session for two hours, wanting me to promised to see her again and the like. After an uncomfortable hurried goodbye Wingman and I headed to a Soccer match with Ricardo. If you haven't seen the Brazilians go totally nuts at a football game Roberto scalped some VIP tickets at RS50.00 each and we headed in. I am not much of a sports fan but I highly recommend the experience. Then again I like the WWE.
Photos: Cleo 19 20 21 22 23
August 17, 2006. Still have the flu but its not going to slow me down, much. Woke at about 8. By now I know better then to try and do any thing before 10. After a morning coconut milk I went up to D&K then to the Office Sports Bar for Breakfast at lunchtime Mike one of the owners and I had a chat. He is a nice English guy, it was good to talk to some one who knows a little about real sports like Rugby and Cricket. Unfortunately the service was bad and the food was not great, I like me omelets without the eggshell. After a less then filling meal Bluelight his wingman and I went to Ilha Fiscal, a castle on an Island in the bay. After the tour during which we where given a book to read wile the main tour progressed in Portuguese the school kids were fascinated by the foreigners and crowded around us they were particularly fascinated by Bluelight who took to the roll of teacher like a duck to water. On the taxi ride back from the tour my brand new Nikon camera lens jammed, leaving me without a camera for the rest of my travels. I headed back to Copa while the other mongers went to 4x4 to celebrate wing mans birthday. We hooked up for dinner went Italian it was OK. After dinner I walked the beach front flea Market bought a mask and a picture, Bluelight also painting from the same artist, the prices seemed really cheap it cost me about US$50 for an oil painting that was about 70cmx1,2m, not a bad deal .Back in SA it would cost me 3 times what I paid for it to get the picture framed. I was not mongering for personal reasons so I headed back to the apartment wile the others went their own way.
August 18, 2006. Woke at 7 sat around until 10 still feel a little gritty but better. They wanted RS300 to fix the camera it cost less then that to buy it new, what a rip off. I wasn't going mongering until after sunset so I took a taxi to the National History Museum, if you are interested in Brazilian as well as Rio's history its worth a visit and a nice way to spend a morning I decided to do a walk and ride back to Copa, it took me a few hours through the park near the domestic Airport and through Flamingo, Leme and finally a walk from the Copa Palace past Help to Alcazar. Hung around the office for a wile catching up on my emails then a bunch of us headed to Club 65. Wile the others went in I decided to take a walk around town before going in seeing the works scuttle around made me grateful to be on holiday. After sundown I headed into 65. I have really come to enjoy the whole terma experience, after a few drinks I settled on really nice lady about 5.4 with hair down to her butt. When we got to the room I was in for a surprise. She took of her shoes and dropped to about 4.9, she was wearing shoes that where almost stilts! She was magic in the bedroom and I have never been into small women but she could change anyone's mind .I spent the rest of the night walking around with my arm resting on her head. She was really fun. No pics because I had no fucking camera. Bluelight and I headed to Alcazar for dinner and over to help to watch the girls go by. The girls though that I was BL's Rio Guide and kept coming up to me and asking me to translate for him! He almost pissed himself laughing. After Bluelight headed off I headed back to the apartment at about 1.00 with a slightly taller lady but no less cute, I paid RS200.00 but only for a two hour, I had learnt a lesson from my last experience with an all nighters. As I watch her shower I realized that I am living the dream of most of my friends. I love to watch women shower there is a grace to it, a sensual beauty as they soap up and rinse down, I could watch them for hours. Names are forgotten but those few minutes I hope they will be with me forever. She was tanned with blond hair with black roots, graceful with the body of a dancer and as she watched me through the water splashed glass with a shy smile. You have to wonder does it get any better than this and then a moment later my head is buried in her damp hair and I realize, yes it does.
August 19, 2006. Woke about 8 with a smile on my face and a song in my heart SSS and then realized with a shock that I only have one day left in Rio, the realization comes as a surprise. My last day is sneaking up on me. I looked round the apartment and saw all the things I had bought and started to pack and tidy up. I left the apartment at about 9.30 to meet Bluelight. We had plans to go visit Barra and we had decided against Don and Kens advice not to use one of their expensive drivers but to take one of the white mini busses. Bluelight had made plans to meet a buddy at the main shopping center in Barra. Barra bills itself as the new Copa although it has great beaches it seems a bit sanitized but the lower crime rate is a great draw card, I also have it on good authority that there are over half a dozen good termas in the area. We drove around for a wile and stop at a beach side hut to have a drink and do a little girl watching before heading back. Bluelight's buddy was kind enough to take us back to Copa through the City of G-d Favela . We stopped next to Help and took a taxi to Solarium for the first time I was a little disappointed with the selection of girls but I wasn't going to spoil my last night by sulking and soon I found a girl that I liked. Afterwards we went out for dinner. I wanted to pack, so I headed straight back to the apartment by 1.10am.
August 20, 2006. I had arranged an early pick up with Roberto so that I could go to the Hippie market, I should have known better after waiting about half an hour I phoned Don to find out that Roberto was with him and they would only be back just in time to take me to the airport. I was not a happy camper. I called Bluelight and we went walkabout around Copa before heading for lunch at the Copa Palace Hotel it was really great but expensive. I highly recommend the Sunday Brunch if you have a few bucks to spare. Back to apartment to get a for a pick up at 15.00 went past K&D to say ciao met Hemp from CH. left for airport at 15.35 took 40 minutes to airport because of the rain. Was expecting more hassles at the airport but everything worked out fine, there were a few lines but no more then I would have expected. The stupid FAA rules where still in place so I couldn't by any liquids to take onto the flight, I was hoping to by a few battles of the local brew as a souvenir. The regulations don't make me feel any more or less safe. Did a little duty free shopping but the Airport is a little like a small town airport with a lousy and expensive duty free and no decent place to eat. Next stop the big Easy, but that is another sadder story
Conclusion
Conclusion, not a good word, more of a beginning I doubt this will be my last trip to Rio. Was Rio everything I thought it would be? No in some ways it was more in other ways less, but it was never dull and never disappointing and this sight prepared me well for my travels Don and Ken by their own acknowledgement are the Terma experts, but only the ones they like, 4x4, L'uomo and 65 for the others and Help you are on your own, they are also not tour operators don't make the mistake of thinking they are. I did and paid for it . They are great guys but everyone has their limitations, but if you are traveling alone or a newbie they are worth considering for a day or two or maximum three. I was told something in Rio that rings true to my experience in Rio that there is no relationship between quality and price and the mongering world does not end at 4X4. On a happier note August is a great month to visit Rio, the weather was better then fine there might be less girls around but there are way less guys fighting over them, no lines, no crowds. The girls are amazing and although my best working girl experience remains a local South African lady, the Terma ladies with their GFE, easy laughter, great bodies and easy smiles played havoc with the rest of my top ten happy memories. Now for one of the big questions: Rio or LOS this is harder. It is a bit like comparing Apples and Oranges but I will try with the proviso that everything I say will be total subjective and undoubtedly ripped apart by mongers more knowledgeable then I. Thailand on the face of things wins hands down, cheaper, more girls with (ironically) better English, more non-mongering things to do, great cheap restaurants, fun beer bars and go-go bars and undoubtedly safer. Both destinations have a taste all there own and this is where things get complicated, the girls, don't girls always make things more complicated? They are so different and so delicious. Thai girls are more demure and subservient, a little reserved, Brazilian girls are so assertive, physical, outgoing and fun loving. The body types are so different as well the Thai girls in the main are more partite while the Brazilians are more voluptuous. These are gross generalizations and observations and I am sure the will be torn to shreds by both the SA school and the LOS schools of thpought. The beaches in both are among the most scenic in the world. I have to say that if it was not for the mongering I would not feel the need to revisit Rio, but as a tourist I would revisit LOS, and that is the problem the girls of Rio make a trip worth wile I don't know if I would say the same about LOS. Thankfully I don't have to make a choice and will, all going well revisit both.
A few tips about Rio for the newbie from a newbie.
1. What in the rest of the world is a zebra or pedestrian crossing and means that pedestrians have right of way is not the same in Rio, in Rio these white stripes across a road have no significance, cars do not stop and turning cars will accelerate when they see you.
2. If you are staying in an apartment, get some business cards made up with your address on them they will come in very hand with taxis and girls alike.
3. The girls love imported chocolates bring a few with you from home and put them out on the table in front of you at the termas, its good for hours of fun.
4. If there are two or more of you heading to a terma the taxi driver will take you for free if you ask him. He makes commission on bringing you there.
5. Bring a spare camera, the pictures you would loose if your camera breaks makes it worth the hassle, also cameras are expensive in Rio and make great gifts. Same goes for memory cards make sure you have enough.
6. If you can travel with a few buddies it makes everything easier. Even if you are all newbies.
7. I know that most of us have read about Jag and the shit flinger, but everyone in Rio owns a dog, they all bring them to the beach, the dogs shit all over the place and their owners do not clean up after them, so a walk down Av. Atlantica can be like a walk through a mine field. You are warned.
8. That ever you budget it will not be enough.
A quick note on CH members, I have heard a lot of stories since joining CH about bad encounter that some guys have had when meeting fellow members and members bad mouthing each other. In Rio I encountered one or two members who didn't seem to hold their fellow CH members in high regard. I would like to say that over the past year or so I have met members in LOS and now in Rio and I have found them without exception to be fun guys. There are a few that I consider friends and I look forward to meeting up with on future adventures, there are others that I wouldn't mind having a drink with and exchanging war stories there are none that I would avoid, There are enough would be do-gooders trying to paint those whom enjoy the life style as some kind of perverts without fellow mongers adding to the problem by bad mouthing each other. Just a thought.
In closing on my return to South Africa I headed straight to Justine's and had a happy hour with Trish a lovely lass from Cape Town, she had the ass, she had the tits, she was even a real blond but I have been spoilt …it just wasn't Rio. Now into LOS in November.
