Prelude

This was my first trip to Rio or to any destination as a sex tourist. I've traveled extensively throughout Western Europe, a bit in South America, and through much of Africa (two years in the boonies in my youth). My most recent three trips have been to Turkey. Turkey fascinates me with its 20th century history, current politics, culture, tension between Islam and secularism, etc. To those fascinations, during the first trip, I added the pleasures of the Russian natashas . That got me interested in sex tourism. I decided to visit Brazil after coming upon Club Hombre, and I haven't been disappointed.

After a bit of fumbling, I got down to work on research, primarily with the materials available through CH: the Bwana Dik guide and the many trip reports. I am writing this report in gratitude for those materials, without which my trip would have been hit or miss, and a miss in Rio would be a big miss indeed. I took some photos on the trip but won't be adding them. I found the girls to be very nice about permitting photos, but I promised not to post them. By the way, if you are taking a computer, it's not a bad idea to download the photos each day and clear the camera memory. I have to apologize to my readers for not posting shots, since the beauty of the GDPs pictured on CH was a factor in my Rio visit.

My major goals were to enjoy the Rio scene and to learn Portuguese. I hope to be fully conversational after six months and constant work. As I write this report, about ten weeks after beginning the first Pimsleur CD, I'm a long way from being conversational, but I decided at the outset that the goal wouldn't be achieved without time and work. If I keep at it, I'll arrive. I was once near-fluent in French, and the knowledge of another romance language has been a big plus. French and Portuguese share many cognates, but it takes a good ear to pick them out. The word "today" for example is hojein Portuguese and aujourduiin French. They sound quite a bit closer than the spelling would suggest. Anyway, it's a help. The pronunciation of the two languages, what might be called the texture, is completely different. Portuguese is much easier for an English speaker to pronounce.

The best known and readily available language program is Pimsleur, but the cost is high, about $300 for a set of 16 half-hour lessons. A follow up set of 16 intermediate lessons is another $300. To avoid this cost, look for the Pimsleur CDs at a public library. I found them there, so up to now, my language training has been without cost. Since returning to the states, I've checked into individual Portugues lessons to supplement the Pimsleur CDs. Berlitz quoted a cost of about $1300 for two months of group lessons. I have signed on with a lesser known-but national-outfit for two individual lessons per week for two months, total cost: about $300. So the cost can vary widely. Whatever you pay, however, think of it as an investment, not an expense, something will pay dividends endlessly. What is the value of your ability to speak English?

Arrival

I arrived after an uncomfortable flight on AA 905. This was a full flight, which I expected; but I didn't expect that AA to be crowding its rows The result is that the seats recline minimally, making sleep difficult, particularly for someone six feet tall. The Rio airport is much less impressive than I would expect for a major international terminal. It is old, with an ugly 1970s design and concrete building materials. Passport control was a reasonable wait, but the baggage delivery was antiquated and slow, taking close to one hour, even though the airport was not crowded. Most travelers were waved through customs, but my bags were inspected minutely, which took another half hour waiting in line and watching the search. Total time from passport control to exit: about ninety minutes. I changed $100US for REIS, and met the driver from Amerioca, who was waiting with a placard with my name. After forty-five minute drive through beautiful natural scenery and depressing, closely packed slums, I arrived at the Amerioca office of Don and Ken, a half block from Copacabana beach.

Amerioca has been lauded often on this site, and I second every compliment. They watched out for me, accompanied me to the termas, and generally directed me everywhere I wanted to go. They placed me in a newly refurbished one bedroom apartment in the same building that houses their office. I'd guess it's about 600 sf, the size of a modest one bedroom in the states, with a compact kitchen and bathroom. All new fixtures and appliances. Clean and comfortable. Included AC (not needed in September), ceiling fans, keyed safe, internet connection, cable TV, excellent bathroom with glassed shower, etc. Fourth floor, less than one block from the Copacabana beach; one block from Help. All convenience retail shopping within a short walk. Doorman building 24 hours. Nothing lacking except some kitchen utensils which were easily obtained. Easily obtained, that is, but for my beginner Portuguese. Fortunately Ken accompanied me to the grocery. Thereafter I found the clerks in the shops were polite and helpful, on occasion stopping me from overpaying. Apartment rental: about $75US per day for ten days. You might pay less, but couldn't get a nicer combination of location, quality, security, etc.

Monday: Quatro

Ken, I, and a fellow monger who I will call Cape, went to Quatro Par Quatro, arriving about 4:30. As many of you know, Quatro is located in the downtown business area, the Centro, and caters more to brasileiros than tourists. It fully occupies a narrow, pre-1940s, five story, fully renovated building on a small side street. There's a bright sign on the second floor, but you wouldn't come across Quatro unless you knew where you were going to begin with. The entrance procedures are a bit formal. You collect a numbered card at the door, then exchange the card for a locker key at the counter on the second floor. Leaving, you reverse the procedure, paying at the counter for all charges, including girls, suites, tips (checkout girls and barkeeps) and drinks. When the bill is paid, you are given a numbered card which is surrendered at the door. I suppose this procedure prevents people from sneaking in and out. Nothing is paid in cash until you leave. I've read on CH that credit cards are accepted but didn't test it.

In a small locker room, you change into robe and flip flops. My only layout other than the bill was $50R for the taxi (roundtrip) from Copacabana and a $2R tip for the locker attendant as I left.

Quatro consists of four or five levels, with a whiskeria, or bar, on the first floor. In the whiskeria, the dress for men is street clothes. Upstairs, in the boite, the dress for men is bathrobes and flip flops. Women, not men, can go back and forth from the boite to the whiskeria, by the stairs or by a glass-enclosed fireman's pole, and the women are always dressed in skimpy, sexy outfits. The boite is darkened and generally blasting with techno or samba-techno music. There is also a more quiet and darkened VIP lounge, set up like a bar, where couples avoid the noise and make out. The boite is maybe 1000 sf, with a connected stage and platform in the middle, on which strip shows are performed at various hours. Otherwise, customers and garotas stand or sit and mingle on the platforms and throughout the boite, or sit on the covered bancs that line the walls, fronted by tables.

We arrived in the late afternoon, on a Monday, before the peak hour. To tell the truth, I was pretty apprehensive. I'd had at best three hours sleep on the flight, and didn't want to flunk the first exam on account of exhaustion. I'd guess there were thirty girls there, and twenty men, with maybe another dozen couples elsewhere in the cabines or VIP lounge. By the time we left, about eight o'clock, that number had at least doubled. In other words it was well populated when we arrived and just about shoulder to shoulder crowded when we left.

Crowded with beauty, and I do mean beauty. Compared with quality strip clubs in the states, I'd say most of the Quatro women would be top drawer at most stateside clubs. But beyond the looks and bodies, the brasileiras differ from stateside P4P girls in outlook. The USA has an entrenched tradition of moralism, not necessarily a bad thing, and as a result, most girls feel that stripping or P4P is degradation. It's different in Brazil. Not only does the culture celebrate sexiness and pleasure, but huge numbers of brassileras enter and leave the programma all the time. What I saw, or thought I saw, prominently at Quatro and the other termas, was the dignity, even haughtiness, and carefreeness of the garotas. But of course it's a business, and they work the crowd.

What a scene! Techno music blares. The girls socialize among themselves or with the men. Or they dance by themselves, or preen before the mirrors which line the walls. The girls are simply magnificent. Every type you could admire: some are short and pert (my type); others have ample-but not fat-bundas. Hair of every color and texture. No fatbodies. All the girls are nicely made up. Perfect skin texture.

I was accompanied by Ken, who most of garotas seem to know and love. Since his birthday had just passed, they surprised him with a birthday cake, something similar to a tres leche, if you've been to Miami. Slices were passed around, and several of the garotas smeared their slices on Ken's face, then licked it off. Everyone happy and laughing.

Towards potential customers, the girls are not aggressive. No approaches or grab-assing; although as you make your way through the crowd you may feel a hand sliding across your thigh. The girls chat, stand against the walls, or preen, or dance, but their eyes scan the room constantly, searching for yours. I made a point of not locking eyes with anyone until I had made a choice. Then only a smile is needed. Over she comes and it's time to do your best to chat and work into a bit of affection. It's all very classy. From what I'd read on CH, I expected to see a lot of DFK and dick grabbing, but kisses aside, most of what I saw in the boite was pretty demure.

I waited for about 45 minutes before making a choice, having first a beer to loosen up, then an aqua gelada to stay sober. The one I wanted was a cute little mocha spinner with a mischievous smile, but I waited a bit too long, and when I tried to catch her eye, she was walking away, to the fireman's pole, and then to the whiskeria. Alas! Leaning against the glass enclosure that surrounds the firepole there stood a beauty, hands on hips, akimbo. Taller than my type but with a perfectly proportioned figure and a dignified pretty face. Call her Jena. I smiled, she smiled, and came right over. We snuggled, and I tried out a bit of Portuguese. Few girls speak any English whatsoever, even phrases. Hence they appreciate an effort to speak Portuguese, and it's not so hard to stumble through a little conversation. Fortunately I could call upon Ken for an occasional translation.

After about five minutes I suggested vamos and off we went, Jena leading me by the hand through the crowd, every girl we passed taking note. An amusing part of the termas scene is that the girls see and find out everything. They are competitive and high-spirited, but they are also very social and constantly gossip oum ao outro. On the competitive side, if the girl likes you, watch out!, after the first time she'll tell you it's strictly comigo. Of course you're the customer and you can do whoever you want, but if you session with another garota, your former amiga will fix you with a hot glare. (Ken, our American Falstaff in Rio, seems to have a special exemption from this rule.)

I chose a suite, which has a shower, and I chose one hour rather than forty minutes. You show your key to the desk girl at the entrance to the cabine area. Your GDP signs the record so that she can be paid. The desk girl gives you condoms, or, at the termas which do not have a desk girl, you will find condoms in the suite, along with freshly changed sheets and laundered towels in a sealed package.

When we got to the suite, after a few kisses, I jumped into the shower, which I think most girls appreciate, and then Jena showered. I watched her showering. Good lord! What a figure! Narrow waisted, slender hips, beautifully erect, and natural breasts. Perfect posture. Reminded me of a topheavy California swimmer without the broad shoulders. I'll skip the details, but I've found that every termas experience has involved DFK, BBBJ, DTY, and as many positions as you like.

I never negotiate anything in advance. That seems to run counter to the conventional wisdom on CH, but IMO if the girl likes you and your action, she will meet you more than half way, and if she doesn't like you….well, that didn't happen to me. I'm not particularly into anal, unless the girl herself likes it, and I never initiated it. But to my surprise a couple of the girls did sua sponte, usually in doggie in front of a mirror with the girl looking up at me with a naughty smile. If there is any advice I would give, it is that if you want a GFE, be gentle at the beginning. Make it good for her. During the course of the hour you will be rewarded tenfold. After the session, as we dressed, I asked Jena whether I could take her photo. (I had pocketed a Canon SD200 in my robe.) I had to throw back my head and laugh when she said cutely "Nao. Amanha." A smart little businessman! So what if I didn't get a photo? She was a charmer.

Outside the suite we kissed in parting and she went off to freshen up. Later in the boite she joined me to snuggle for a few minutes. I think she was marking me, i.e. wanting her competitors to see us together, to know that she had hooked me. Maybe not, but this much I do know: there is a fascinating group dynamic going on inside the termas. It's not just a knockshop. After a bit, she stood, gave me the Brazilian kiss to each cheek, and went off hunting.

Thereafter I sat between Cape and Ken, talking idly. It was Cape's last day and he was completely ruined for American women. He had already done two garotas that day, maybe three, and he simply didn't have enough dinheiro for another session. Since he had been to Quatro several times, and the girls figured he was always up for more, a couple stood close to the table, saying nothing but wagging their asses at him. He sat there with his hands outstretched, occasionally caressing an ass or two, eyes glazed, ruined.

Total cost at Quatro: $125US

Tuesday: Quatro again

I spent a good part of each day working my Portuguese with the headphones. Often I would arise at about 8:30 and walk along the Copa beach sidewalk, which at that hour is filled with joggers, strollers, etc. After returning about 9:30 I fixed breakfast, listened to Brazilian TV, and worked more on the Portuguese. Language training can be frustrating; the mind sometimes just doesn't want to absorb, and you wonder whether you are just too damned old to learn. Conversational attempts seem futile. Still, I kept at it, reminding myself that even in my 20s learning French was tough. When the frustration becomes unbearable, it's time to take a break.

Late in the afternoon Ken and I visited Quatro again. We arrived a bit later than on Monday, and the boite was fairly crowded. As we made our way through the crowd, there was Jena, fixing me with a proud look. God, what a knockout! With features like that she be on the cover of any woman's magazine, the picture of health and youth. I smiled and pushed my way through. Jena walked over, gave me a Brazilian kiss to each cheek, then turned to face the dance floor, blocking my view with her cute little bunda, which she wagged deliciously. Wow, talk about merchandising! After a several minutes, she strolled away casually, not looking back. But after I sessioned with someone else, I got the glare.

A lot more was happening Tuesday than Monday, including a couple of strip shows as the evening wore on. I wondered at why the strip shows. After all, the whole scene is a show. But the shows seemed almost spontaneous, and I understood from Ken that there was no compulsion to it. It just seemed to be part of the natural competitiveness and high spirits of the girls. Later in the evening one beautifully athletic girl from time to time spun from a ring attached to the ceiling, occasionally removing her bra, apparently just for the fun of it.

The girls crowded around the small dance floor and gazed intently at the strip show. They all seemed to have serious looks on their faces, not disdainful, just serious. At the end of one of the most sensuous of the strip shows, the dancer turned to Ken, seated about eight feet away, and blew a big wet kiss. All laughed.

I was hoping to encounter the cute little morena who had escaped me to the whiskeria the night before. About an hour before the strip shows, she appeared. Shoulder length, jet black hair, pert little body with small breasts and a fetching smile. Cute as a button. Just my type. Seeing my smile, she came right over. (We'll call her Lana.) As we went to the suite, she asked me to wait briefly while she changed. She came back with her kit wearing a sweet little see-through negligee. Outside the suite we made out teasingly while the attendant finished straightening up from the last customer. Inside I took a quick shower. When I came out Lana was fiddling with the TV, putting on some sort of porn channel. I can do without that stuff, frankly, but said nothing. What followed was pure GFE for both of us.

Afterwards we chatted a bit and unbidden she asked me to be her amanto and gave me her phone number and real name. That was a sweet thing to do, and a temptation, but frankly, I am more than twice her age, though I don't look it, and I'm not interested in free sex mixed with lies. I should have said no on the spot but I didn't, and that set me up for a not-good situation. Of course she then said that from now on, in Quatro, it was strictly so comigo. You've fucked yourself now, my boy, I thought.

The next couple days, I didn't call her, but wondered how to handle the situation on the next visit. You may say that it's all bullshit, strictly business, trying to get a handle on a well-off gringo. I won't argue. Like many of girls in the termas, Lana had been married, had a small child, and she'd be nuts not to seek security. She was 25, high spirited and devil-may-care in a way, but vulnerable in a way.

Total cost: $128US

Wednesday: L'Uomo

L'Uomo is a termas located in a shopping center in Copacabana. The facility is nice but by no means as interesting as Quatro. The boite is smaller, the number of girls much fewer, yet the cost much higher. It caters to the tourists, so there's your answer. Ken and Don are well known there, and when Ken and I arrived, several girls came by to kiss him and tease him for being a safado. He sat back relaxed with a girl snuggling under each arm, our happy Falstaff, and I took in the scene. As usual we arrived late afternoon, which was perhaps early because there were only about a dozen girls there, and the customers, other than ourselves, numbered only about three or four. The girls were mostly a bit taller and larger framed than suits my taste. Two exceptions were Shaila, who seems to be well known, and Duda. Shaila stood before a mirror and danced ecstatically. She is a somewhat tall girl, with fair but tanned skin, streaked blonde hair and a superb athletic body. Duda has an absolutely perfecto slender body, perhaps the best I've seen in Rio, and the face of an angel.

Back at home, my principal recreation is ballroom dancing, which includes just about every dance you can think of, not just the tuxedo stuff. I had mentioned to Ken and Don that one item on my to-do list was to dance-not high on the list, but there. I knew that classical ballroom would be out of the question, and that Brazilian samba is very different from American samba, and finally, that it's impossible to dance to techno music. All you can do is wiggle, jump and sway, each person dancing by himself/herself. I put the thought of dancing out of my head.

At L'Ouomo Ken and I watched Shaila dance to techno in front of the mirror. What a body and what a delicious little ass! Then Ken decides it's time for me to dance, ignoring my protests. He calls Shaila over and asks the DJ to play something other than techno. The DJ played what I would call techno-salsa, not really danceable, but not as bad as pure techno. Well, what could I do? I certainly didn't want to dance in those shorty robes that come to about mid-thigh, with belts that are impossible to tighten. I thought that with a bit of vigorous dancing, Mr. Johnson would make an appearance and wag to the beat. Still, I couldn't punk out. So I took off the flip-flops and took Shaila into my arms. Salsa is not one of my better dances, and it's not danced much in Brazil. Shaila is a hell of a hip hop dancer, but she didn't know salsa. Nevertheless, I'm a good leader, and after a while she followed tolerably. Tell the truth, it was more difficult for Shaila in platform high heels than for me dancing barefoot. Platforms make for difficult turns, and salsa is basically a turning dance. Nevertheless she did ok, Mr. Johnson stayed home, and the girls all applauded.

After about an hour a few more girls and customers arrived, including Anna. She sat across the boite from me and chatted with two of the girls. Occasionally she shot off a glance with smoldering dark eyes. I motioned her over, we snuggled a bit, and then off to a suite. I showered, and then warmed her up good and proper. Let me tell you, these brasileiras do enjoy a good session. After I got her engine going, she was absolutely unstoppable, with somewhat embarrassing results that I'll describe later. As the hour wound to a close, we talked a bit. It's interesting how much you can communicate with only the rudiments of language. Anna is divorced with two children and determined to improve her life by putting herself through computer school. (It's a wonder to me how these brasileira spinners can deliver kids and yet maintain perfect bodies. She pointed out a barely perceptible C-section scar. Notwithstanding that, she had a perfect spinner's body with beautiful, deeply tanned skin, small breasts, and silken black hair.) We exchanged views on the decline of respective marriages (mine 23 years, hers 7), and found common ground that when kids come on the scene, things change. The big difference was that her husband cheated on her, something I never did. When the hour ended, she went off to re-apply her cosmetics. Later we met up at the boite and snuggled for a few minutes before she moved away. Later she walked by Ken and me and gave me, I thought, a hot glare. Turned out the glare was for Ken. Maybe Falstaff isn't exempt after all.

Concerning the embarrassment: This being my third encounter in three days, I palmed a Vitamin V before going to the boite with Anna. She worked me over so vigorously, and so long, that even after the pop, Mr. Johnson simply wouldn't relax. I couldn't walk back to the boite preceded by a door knocker, so I stopped at the showers. It took lots of frigid water, two complete showers as it turned out, to get myself "settled down". Caveat emptor.

Total cost: $154US

Thursday: A walk on the beach

After breakfast I applied some suntan lotion, donned the headphones, and headed out to the beach for a stroll with Pimsleur. I have never been a sun worshiper or a beach freak (though I live in South Florida), but I had read on CH that the beach is populated with GDPs, so I thought I would take a look. In Copa, the GDP beach scene seems to be outfront of the Hotel Othion. In fact much of the rest of the GDP scene is there as well: Discoteque Help, Mei Patica, and Terracao Atlantico, one right next to the other. I strolled along the sidewalk for a while, then cut across the sand, and walked back along the edge of the surf. The weather was beautiful during my entire stay, with temperatures in the 80s, nice breezes, clear skies, etc. It's a nice beach scene, with young men kicking around a soccer ball (great skills BTW) and shapely brazzileras in string bikinis, sometimes topless, which means nothing down here. The men who rent umbrellas and beach chairs approached me aggressively, offering a great spot to sit, etc., a cold beer, etc. Introductions to pretty girls, etc., if that interested me. The whole pitch in a few seconds. I was interested only in a stroll, and I never stopped walking. As I passed from pitchman to pitchman, each of them shouted to the next in Portuguese to stay away, that's my customer, and the response was always, I think, Fuck you. Friendly competition.

A description of my walk along the beach probably doesn't interest many of you. I include it in the Trip Report to recount the following: After walking along the sidewalk for a few hundred yards, I decided to cross through the sand to the surf. I was at a spot where a half dozen volleyball courts are set up, probably an area maintained by a department of recreation. There was no one in the area, which was why I decided to cross to the surf and return to my point of origin. In front of me, about twenty yards away, there was a large shed at the edge of the sidewalk. The sun was behind the land side, so that the shed cast a twenty foot shadow on the sand. I was just about to step down off the sidewalk, onto the sand, when I saw lying in the shadow of the shed about seven young black kids, mostly 12 year olds, I would guess. Out of the shadows, their eyes fixed on me, big as saucers. I remember when I lived up north, there was once a problem in my area of abandoned dogs which had gone feral, rummaging through house refuse and killing pets. One time three of them invaded my back yard, ran about and then fled before I could do anything. They were scary, ready to attack or flee instantly, completely gone wild. This memory returned to me when I saw this pack of kids. It would not have been a good idea to step onto the sand, where the footing is slow, and be within attack distance of this pack. Copacabana has packs like this, sometimes armed with knives, who prey on the unwary, particularly tourists with cameras, watches, jewelry, etc. Be wary. I walked back along the sidewalk to a populated stretch of the beach and crossed to the surf.

Thursday: Termas 65

Termas 65 is in Centro, about a block from Quatro, and caters to businessmen. Neither Quatro nor 65 are open on weekends. Ken and I collected keys, changed, and entered the boite, which is small compared with Quatro, maybe 700 sf. A bar, but no dance stage or platforms. There was a good attendance, with maybe forty people, evenly divided between sexes. Again, most of the girls, while attractive and statuesque, were big for my taste, except for one supremely cute little spinner who stood at the bar conversing with a good looking, balding brassilero businessman. I kept my eye on her but she seemed to be taken, so I sipped my beer and took in the scene. Of the three termas I had visited so far, only Quatro had the ambience of excitement running through it. Even with the techno music, 65 seemed a bit subdued. Since there were no other spinners there I decided to finish my beer and suggest we go to Quatro. Just then my little spinner left her brassilero and sat down on the banc, a few feet away. I walked to the bar and then returned. As I passed her, we exchanged smiles. But she did not follow me. I sat down and waited. In a minute she stood up and faced my direction. We exchanged another smile and over she came. She had short, wavy black hair and the poise and posture of a ballerina. Small breasted and perfect, with a shy little smile. I don't waste time. Some of the asshole customers at the termas like to feel up and DFK the girls one after the other, with no intention to session. Ken tells me the garotas call these guys "pubic hairs" because they apparently don't have dicks.

Off to the suite. As at Quatro, my spinner, who we'll call Anita, left me in a waiting lounge while she collected her kit and changed. At 65 the girls don a little short sleeved, white satin mini robe that extends just below their bundas. Unimaginably cute. When Anita appeared at the doorway of the waiting room I could have devoured her. We climbed the stairs to the suite, and I showered quickly. When I came out, Anita was seated at the edge of the bed, perfectly postured, with a shy smile. I almost fainted. I undressed her and took my time getting her ready The rewards were beyond description. Afterwards we chatted. She was indeed a former dancer of ballet classico, which didn't surprise me a bit. Even her feet were beautiful, perfectly arched as the ballet requires. Unlike many of the termas girls, she was both childless and married. Her husband knew where she worked and hopefully treated her well nevertheless. They were saving for a home. It was a tender little story that followed an earth shaking session.

Total cost: $154US.

Friday: Quatro

Ken had a couple of buddies arriving from the West Coast. They were staying at a hotel and it was understood that they would meet us at Quatro in the evening. It turned out that after fifteen hours in the air and more time at the airports, they were just too fagged to make an appearance. We arrived at Quatro just before six, so the place was crowded and in full swing.

I had decided that if Lena were there, I would session with her and make up some reasonable lies about why I didn't call, assuming that she asked. The ready lies were actually half-truths, such as "How could I speak to you on the phone, when I know muento poco de Portuguese?" That's actually more than half-true, but if she had wanted me to call, it would have been no excuse. In the event, Lana was not there. I waited about an hour to be sure she wasn't sessioning before looking around. Let me pause to acknowledge the ludicrousness of the situation. Here I am preparing excuses to tell my amorata, while in all likelihood she is upstairs being bulled by some brotha or brassilero. Incorrigible romanticism.

There were several nice looking spinners in the crowd, including a few statuesque loiras who were quite tempting, with lean swimmer's bodies. Plus there was Jena, who kept her appraising eye on me. As I walked back from the bar to our station, I brushed my hand against the tight little ass of a lovely mulata. She immediately put her hand in mine, then I put her hand under my arm, and arm and arm we walked to the suite. Call her Ella. All the usual superlatives apply. Just my type, with beautiful mocha skin texture, but definitely not shy. After my shower, she tolerated the gentle stuff for a while, then decided it was time to try it her way: Slapping my face, calling me safado, yanking my hair, biting my neck, shouting "Don't cum! Don't cum", having me squeeze and slap her little ass, bouncing, scratching, having two orgasms herself, more screams, face slapping, etc., etc. A very cordial little get together. She did her best to fuck my brains out, and I did my best to return the compliment. There was no time left for chat, so we exchanged kisses and I staggered back to the boite.

Total cost: $128US

Friday: Terraco Atlantico

In Rio I eat two meals each day: a mid-morning breakfast, then maybe an apple in the afternoon and a full dinner around 9:30, after visiting the termas. Most nights I took dinner at Terraco Atlantico, a large outdoor restaurant (probably 150 tables or more) which is adjacent to Discoteque Help. The food is average but adequate and I wanted to watch the scene at TA before and after Help opens at 11:00. Reading the B'wana Dik report, you will know that Help is a huge dance floor where most if not all of the girls are GDPs. The entrance is $22R until midnight and $32R afterwards. Starting at about 10:00, the GDPs surround, march through, and take tables at TA, hoping to hook customers rather than pay the Help entrance fee. A few beauties show up, but generally the offerings are far below what can be found at the termas. The combination of the lesser quality GDPs, and the miserable looking, sometimes loud-mouthed, self-important asshole customers, make the scene a bit depressing for me, and I recognize that TA is far from the bottom of the P4P scene in Rio. Still, what I'm seeing is a free market. It seems to me that some proportion of the GDPs choose freely what they do, while perhaps others have no choice, and the mix of proportions I do not know.

By 10:00 there are at least 100 GDPs around the perimeter or seated at TA. As at the termas, they hunt you with their eyes. Occasionally, though infrequently, one would come to my table and ask about the book I was reading, or ask for a cigarette. I answered politely but with indifference, and they did not linger. I don't want to make it seem that there are no attractive girls there. On the contrary, there are plenty of lean bodies, and most seem to be in their 20s or early 30s. But it's not a classy look, such as the norm in the termas.

I've read a few stories on CH about thieves being among the Help GDPs, sometimes thieves who slip knockout drops in a customer's drink. As a result, I decided that if I were to bring a TA or Help girl back to my apartment, I would first stow my computer in a locked suitcase and other valuables in a walled safe. And of course drink only beer from a long neck. But I thought that mere girl-watching would satisfy my curiosity, particularly after the termas sessions that I have described.

During my dinner, I read. Then after dinner I would order another beer, swivel my chair around from time to time to take different parts of the scene, relax and watch. Of course, that action was taken as a beckoning signal, and the radar was locked on me intermittently from all parts. Seated around some of the tables were some very attractive girls, but I avoided locking eyes. After finishing the beer, I strolled around the perimeter appraising the waiting GDPs, some of whom were damned appealing. On Wednesday, I stood not too far from a slender, deeply tanned little spinner with a cute ass and long, silken black hair. Every few minutes she would change her station and continue to look indifferently into the table area. I followed her to several of her stations, occasionally exchanging glances, always staying about fifteen feet away. She didn't approach me, and so after about twenty minutes I forced myself to return to my apartment. The next day, Thursday, I followed the same procedure, shadowing a more fair-skinned, well dressed spinner, until she and her companion abruptly entered Help. As I walked back to my apartment, I decided, what the hell, might as well take in the complete Rio experience.

You wouldn't think that Friday would be the day for my first TA girl, particularly after the abuse piled on, and energy extracted, by Ella a mere two hours before. Nevertheless, as I looked up after finishing dinner, there was the first spinner that I had seen, Maria. I stood up and walked to the WC, exchanging a friendly smile as I passed her. Returning, I asked if she would care to join me for a drink. She took a coke, and after a very few pleasantries-my Portuguese seemed to be worsening, not improving-I asked whether she would like to go to my apartment, a short distance away. Quanto costa? and we got lost in trying to distinguish between ST and all night. I was much to tired to consider an all nighter . Somehow she proposed $400R, for what I don't know, and I countered $150R for ST. Her hand in mine, we walked to the apartment. She was a little shy at first, but then completely game, warm, and passionate. Since Ella had pretty well drained me, I think it was a better session for Maria than for me. We chatted for a while. She is 29 with a seven year old son. I took a couple of marvelous photographs of her, dressed, and gave her $200R. I have no doubt that she would have stayed the night, and in fact she asked, but I decided to let it go. She asked to me to be her amorata and asked for my phone number, which I thought was cute. Hand in hand we walked back to Help where we exchanged kisses.

In some eyes, I overpaid. Since I wanted ST, I could certainly have haggled to something below $100R. I knew that she didn't expect to get $150R, much less the additional $50R that hadn't been asked for. But I decided to be generous. What's an extra twenty bucks for one hell of a session that leaves both of you delighted? From what I've read on the chats, I think some of the CH mongers could take a lesson in generosity. All in all, Rio was an extraordinary experience, extraordinary. I'm not going to be a sap or get ripped off, but generosity is no bad thing.

I've also read some chat about how overpaying "screws up the market." There is a particularly nasty comment on one chat, typed in uppercase letters, saying "Don't overpay these whores." To the guy who wrote that comment, I say: if you hold these girls in such contempt, stay away from them. Stay to yourself, if you take my meaning.
Prostitution is, after all, an inefficient market. Prices are known only within a broad and vague range, some low, some high. There is no so such thing as a market price, just lots of buyers and sellers closing deals that are unknown to, and therefore not affecting, other buyers and sellers. I was on the high side of the range, and so what?

Saturday: L'Uomo

The Centro termas are closed during the weekends. With Ken's two buddies and another West Coast monger, I went to L'uomo. As before, there seemed to be none of my type of spinner, but after a while I hooked up with sweet Dani. Beautifully proportioned body, about 5'6". A little bit broader in the hips than I prefer, but slender nevertheless. She stayed mostly to herself, standing by the mirrors and swaying her bunda to the music. One smile was sufficient, and after a brief chat, off to the suite. Another great session. In the cabine across the way, one garota was shouting in ecstasy, which set us both to giggling. In the chat afterwards I discovered that she was 24, and unlike all the girls thus far, never married and no children. It being Saturday night, L'Uomo had set up a delicious buffet of feijaoda. So I enjoyed supper and then returned to the boite. As I stood at the bar enjoying a last beer, Dani came up for some snuggling. If these girls like you, they can be wonderfully warm and affectionate. Over time, with the pounding music, the alcohol, and a few guys a day, most of whom are strangers and some of whom are disgusting, this can be a wearing experience for girls. They crave affection.

Total cost: $164US

Sunday: Monte Carlo

Monte Carlo is a half block from Avenue Atlantico and about a mile from the Amerioca office. This was the first time I went alone to a termas, sozinho. There were maybe a half dozen customers there and about ten girls. Just about all the girls were bigger than I cared for, and none of them had the striking beauty that is so common at Quatro. Still, there was a perfect little tanned spinner with streaked hair and a gleeful smile-we'll call her Annie--who was dancing with several others in the middle of the boite. I took a seat at the bar and decided to have at least one drink before getting down to business. Shortly thereafter, Annie left the room, sozinha.

Perhaps it was a slow day. In any event, this was my first termas in which some of the girls approached me to strike up a conversation. I tend to be uncomfortable with being approached, since my tastes are well defined, and if I'm not going to session with someone, I don't want to waste her or my time. But neither do I want to be impolite (i.e. tell them to shove off). With the first girl, however, my limited Portuguese led to a ridiculous exchange that sent her retreating in a hurry. We exchanged a few phrases such as where are you from?, is this a first visit?, etc., and then she asked whether I worked. I said no, and, not knowing the Portuguese word for retired, I said something like "retirho." She gave me a wide-eyed look and walked away. Later that evening, back at Americo, Don explained that the word I tried was Brazilian slang for a shooter, i.e. a contract killer.

After this girl fled, Annie returned to the boite, but by now a second girl was leaning into me with a sweet smile. Politely, but firmly, I sent her on her way, and threw a smile at Annie. As you know by now, it doesn't take much more than that. I've found that with the first smile, the girl smiles back, and with the second she comes right over. Another great session followed, and Annie was sufficiently happy to say "Muento Obrigada!" when I finished warming her up. Afterwards I enjoyed a wonderful steam bath and met Annie in the boite, where I bought her a plate of beef tips and onions. In answer to my question, she laughed and admitted that good sex leads to a good appetite.

Total cost: $164US

Leaving Monte Carlo, I walked back to my apartment along Avenue Atlantico. Ahead of me walked a slender brasileira in a tank top, slacks and flip flops, probably going to TA. Good lord! What a safado I've become! Without a doubt I wanted to make her acquaintance, a mere hour or so after exhausting myself with Annie. But eventually she stopped to make a phone call and I continued to Amerioca, where I sat chatting with Don and enjoying skewers of beef and chicken sold by a sidewalk vendor at $2R per skewer. The Amerioca office is located on a block between Atlantico and Avenue Copacabana, and about half the block is closed off to traffic, so as to be a pedestrian way. Two doors down from Amerioca, there is a small café, well-known to Brazilians, in which musicians gather to jam, and brassileros to sing traditional songs. The crowd extends out from the café to the curb, and on some nights up and down the curb. There might be anywhere from one guitarist, to four or five, plus one or two on tambourines and drums, and a mandolinist. The songs are traditional, gentle Brazilian rhythms which everyone knows and sings. Great scene.

Sunday was an overcast day, and the evening had occasional showers. After speaking with Don for a bit, I wandered to TA, where I was greeted enthusiastically by the waiters, who by now knew me well. It was a bit before ten o'clock, and while the heavy showers had ceased, there was an off-and-on drizzle for the next couple of hours. Fewer GDPs were on the scene than on other nights, but I would suppose there were at least sixty, with the usual number of customer assholes sitting at the tables. Some of these guys were as ugly as toads. Of course no one offered me any compliments either. I wasn't attracted to any of the women seated at the tables, and avoided locking eyes with them, no easy task since their eyes are like magnets. I was appraising the lineup on the sidewalk, which did not include Maria but did include two very appealing GDPs. The first was a short little mulata, very dark-skinned, with shoulder-length hair pulled back, and a top that exposed skin from left shoulder diagonally across her right breast. Cute. She didn't move from her spot the entire time. I was too far away from her to lock eyes, and her posture gave nothing away.

The second girl was taller than the first, maybe 5'5" with a willowy-slender figure, fair-skinned, and short, wavy, reddish hair. At one point she accepted an invitation to sit with two toads at a table close to mine. She listened to their bullshit for a while, never bothering to smile or give them encouragement. After a few minutes she shrugged and went back to the lineup on the sidewalk. The toads made sad faces at each other. I stood, walked to the WC, and on the way back, discretely appraised the first and second girl, then asked the second, Raquel, to join me for a drink. She asked the waiter for a whisky, and he gave me a doubtful look, leading me to wonder whether customers generally limit their gallantry to a cheap Coca Cola. I nodded, he brought the whisky, and we chatted. "Do you work?" I asked. "Nao, so la noite," she answered. Only a night girl. Anyway, we agreed to $150R and went to the apartment. As with all others, she was sweet, willing passionate, and giggly at the end. Great experience. I gave her $20R for a taxi and walked her to Avenue Copa. A minibus was arriving at just that moment and after a quick kiss she jumped in. So my $20R was just extra dineros for her. So what?

Another observation: At TA, a couple of times I offered Raquel a Listerine breath strip. She eyed them curiously, but suspiciously, and refused. With good reason, mongers are careful about their drinks when they are with GDPs, and I wonder whether Raquel was just as cautious in dealing with me.

Monday: Termas 65, Quatro, and TA

This started as an overcast day. I worked a bit on the Pimsleur tapes and later went to Rio Sul, the major multilevel shopping center in Botafugo, between Copa and the Centro. It is huge, consisting of about six levels, and similar to American super regional malls, except there are no anchor stores. Interesting enough for a visit, but not unique.

Around 4:30 I left Rio Sul and took a taxi to Termas 65. I simply had to see Anita again, my cute little short haired spinner. I arrived before the evening crowd, there being only about a half dozen customers and twice that number of girls, among whom was Anita, in a skimpy red outfit. I nodded to her and quickly she joined me. "Onge esta o seu amigo", she asked, meaning Ken. I told her that Ken was off on his own and that I had come so para voce. That led immediately to some tender affection, and not long thereafter to a suite, where we enjoyed each other immensely. I figured I was her first customer after a weekend's rest-assuming her husband was fool enough not to ravish her every free minute-and so I warmed her up thoroughly. She appreciated the effort and sweetly annihilated me. After the hour was up, Anita retired to freshen up, and I retired to the steam bath. Ah! What joy! I returned to the boite to find the place crowded and jumping. Anita and I snuggled for a while, then, feeling frisky, she and her amiga started dancing, first in front of me-Mercy! Mercy!--and later on the raised corner platforms. Good lord! What a sight! That girl could wag her little bunda like nothing imaginable. If she held a whisk between her bums, she could whip an omlette.

A little after six o'clock I kissed Anita good-bye and promptly got lost trying to find Quatro, a mere two blocks away. A kindly brasileira saw my plight and took me to the proper corner where I could see Quatro. I thanked her and entered in search of Ken and his buddies.

A few steps into the boite, I encountered Lana, or more accurately, I walked into her embrace. She was wearing a cute little white bikini with an extra frilly bottom that sat on top of an absolutely perfect ass. Not too long afterwards we went to a suite for an hour of sweet love, marred only by the fact that I simply could not pop, this being my eleventh encounter in less than eight days. Nevertheless, it was sweet, and made all the sweeter by her asking to visit me the next morning. Now, get a hold on yourself, my boy, I thought. But of course I gave her my address. In for a penny, in for a dime, after all.

Back in the boite, the atmosphere was ecstatic to the point of madness. Packed. There must have been sixty girls and forty men, not counting the dozen or so couples that were in the cabines and suites. I'm telling you, no Playboy Mansion party could have held a candle to the scene. After a couple of strip tease shows, the DJ played a rocking samba piece that seemed to be a signal for all the girls to stand up and shake their bundas. So many gorgeous asses I've never seen and never can imagine seeing again. Lana left my arms and mounted the stage, taking off her top (one of several to do so) and with a gay laugh threw her frilly bottom at me, sitting more or less awestruck at the side of the room. Of course, whenever she left my side, she wagged a finger: Strictly comego, buster. What a scene! Don't get me wrong. Everything was within good limits, and the girls were happy because, on a regular basis, the bulls were being led upstairs to the slaughter.

I left Quatro about ten and took a cab to TA for some dinner. It was another somewhat drizzly night, with the tables pushed together so the patrons could stay dry. Maria showed up, and while I had no intention of taking her to my apartment, I did not ignore her, but invited her over, and despite her protests, stuffed her with part of my dinner, declined her invitations, and left her my small umbrella.

Total cost, Termas 65 and Quatro: $320US. By most standards, this was an expensive day for two sessions. Had I stayed at one termas this would have covered three sessions generously. At check out over the last several days, I've seen young guys pay for as many as four sessions, so I suppose with youth there is capability.

Tuesday: A visit from Lana

Lana has said that she would visit at about 9:30. Having heard descriptions of "brassilera time" I expected her to arrive, if at all, around 11:00. Nevertheless, at about 9:00, not wanting Lana to be stopped by the doorman, I went downstairs and explained, in what I thought was passable Portuguese, that "A mea amiga vie me visitar a dez o onze." I went back to my apartment, and about twenty minutes later the doorman called: "Yolanda aqui." Yolanda? Had I misunderstood Lana's real name? I went to the elevator and out walked a quite large, very dark mulata and an older woman, who proceeded to jabber at a pace that was quite beyond me. It was evident that the faithful doorman had misunderstood me and called up an amiga for my enjoyment. But even with my poor Portuguese, I fail to see how I could have been so misunderstood. I ushered Yolanda and her madame to the elevator and returned to my apartment. Less than three minutes later, the doorbell rang, and there was Lana, beautiful as ever, but with a decidedly skeptical look on her face. She had passed Yolanda downstairs and wanted an explanation damned quick. I did my stumbling best, and she must have realized that I was telling the truth, for she laughed and called me a safado. Somewhat later, after a sweet nap, she had good reason to call me a safado again when we showered together. I handed her a shower cap and her eyes narrowed when she found it to be still wet from use by Raquel two nights before. But again she laughed and chucked me on the chin.

Later, Lana and I had a peculiar argument, she absolutely refusing to accept money from me, and I insisting that she take a gift for her daughter. At last she relented, telling me that she had set up a bank account for her daughter so that her daughter would never have to work as a GDP. I recount this story to remind those of you with conscience, some of you, I hope, that GDP is a hard life. Lana has been at Quatro for two months and hates it. No doubt so do many of the others, notwithstanding most of them (at Quatro) earn well and appear to be enjoying the party atmosphere. I'm not trying to be a moralist here. I came to Rio as a sex tourist, and I don't regret it. Lana chose Quatro. She could just as easily be a shop girl at Rio Sul earning one fifth (or less) the dineros. Still, being a GDP is hard.

Tuesday: Termas 65 and Quatro

I promised Lana that I would drop by Quatro that evening, and safado that I am, I decided as well to see Anita. This time, I decided to take the metro. From Copa to Centro, the cost of a metro ticket is only $2.30R, compared with about $25R by taxi. That's a good savings of dineros, and on my next trip, I'll use the metro often. But the savings in time was negligible. From the Amerioca office, ground zero, the walk to the metro station is about a half-hour. There are about seven stops from the Copa station to the Urguiana station in Centro. The distance covered is considerable, and the stops can be long compared with, say, the NYC subway. Underground, the trip was twenty-five minutes, so all in all the time was about the same as a taxi in fairly heavy traffic, and traffic is always fairly heavy in Rio. That said, I found the metro system to be clean, uncrowded and efficient. Of course a ride on the metro features the risk of pickpockets, and as a Midwestern wasp wearing an LL Bean outfit, I stood out in the crowd. I kept my dineros, a lot of them, in a Velcro closed pocket and kept my hand over that pocket.

At the Urguiana station, there is a cheap flea market. The business district of Centro is a couple blocks east, less than five minutes walk. My internal compass was becoming adjusted to Rio, and I had no trouble finding my way to Termas 65. After changing I made my way to the boite. It was a bit after five o'clock. There were maybe fifteen GDPs and at most five customers. No Anita. I decided to wait one hour and took up station at the corner of the bar. The girls are supposed to work regular hours, check in at two, and put in a full day. At Quatro I believe they are not supposed to leave before eleven. Ken can probably correct me where I'm wrong here. In any event, I thought that Anita would probably be there. I doubted that I would be interested in any of the other girls, all of whom seemed to be a bit taller and thicker than my preference.

After an hour I decided to take a steam bath, and to make a last check of the boite before leaving. Returning a half hour later clean and refreshed, I found the attendance had picked up considerably (I counted 40 girls and 20 customers) but I didn't see Anita. I shouldered my way to the bar and ordered another beer. When I turned around I looked right over the top of Anita's wavy hair. I'm six feet, and Anita was wearing high platform shoes, so you get an idea of what I consider an ideal spinner. And believe me, Anita is ideal. Off to the waiting room, and then to the suite. This time, in addition to the usual cordial warming up, I decided to give Anita a full body massage. She dissolved in happiness and it was a terrific session. Afterwards we chatted. With her short wavy hair and olive skin, Anita could easily be mistaken for Lebanese. Interestingly, she told me that she avoided gringos, me being the exception. She told me-a comment repeated by Lana a couple of hours later-that she found gringos to be stuck up, unable and uninterested in trying to communicate in Portuguese. Both Anita and Lana made the same cute little nose-in-the-air flip of the head, followed by a boom-boom gesture with their arms to indicate how the gringos conducted a session. Back in the boite, I ordered a plate of chicken pieces for Anita and her friend, and again, for the hell of it, massaged her legs and feet while the GDPs looked on approvingly.

Total cost: $153US

I left Termas 65 at about eight o'clock, and, my compass working well, went directly to Quatro. My intention was to shower thoroughly before showing up in the boite. I had showered after the session with Anita but figured that after snuggling her in the 65 boite, I might have her scent on me, if not her claw marks. (I've read that women have a much more developed olfactory sense than men. Mongers: take note and use mouthwash and cologne.) Just my luck, though, I walked into Lana's arms on the way to the locker room. Fortunately she was hurrying off somewhere, so I escaped to the showers without her detecting Anita's scent. After a shower, I waited in the boite until Lana returned and fetched me. Perhaps I had become a bit jaded after nine days and thirteen sessions, but I found the scene crowded, loud and tiresome. For the GDPs, five days a week, it must be grueling. Later, Lana and I went to the VIP lounge, a relaxing and quiet area, and later for a sweet session.

Total cost: $119US

Concluding observations:

I stayed a day and a half further in Rio, but this is a good point to bring my account to a close with a few observations:

First: I've aimed for accuracy, but in some things, no doubt I've been off, particularly with my estimates of GDP numbers at the termas. For example, at my last visit to Termas 65 I counted 40 girls, but Anita told me that the shift is 80.

Second: On my trip I stayed at the high end of the P4P scene (i.e. no cheap termas, brothels, VM, MPs, etc.). That's expensive, but it's my preference. A summary of my costs over eleven days: $1,050 airfare; $1,000 lodging and guide; $1,850 GDPs; $600 groceries, dinner, taxis, etc.

Third: I have a preference for spinners with slender hips and asses, but I admired just about everything I saw in the termas. If you like slightly ample but beautifully firm bundas, Rio is your place.

Fourth: Quatro is a hell of a scene, but it's also without multiple exits or fire escapes. If ever there is a fire, no one will survive. I mean no one.

Fifth: Not to hector my readers, but try to have respect for the girls and the culture you are visiting. Brazil is not the USA. The termas, TA, and the agencies (which I did not use) are not just tolerated but are an accepted part of life. Try on a bit of Portuguese and be a good guy.

Sixth: I wholeheartedly recommend that every newbie do business with Amerioca for accommodations and guide services, which are reasonably-even cheaply-priced. Reminds me of a favorite joke: On their wedding night, a young bride enters the bedroom to find her groom, a theological student, at the bedside praying. "What are you doing?" she asks. "I'm praying to the Lord for guidance," he replies. "I'll take care of guidance," she says sweetly, "you just pray for endurance." And that's my recommendation to newbies: Let Amerioca take care of guidance, and pray for endurance.

Rio is quite a place. I figure a healthy man could kill himself there in two months. I return in December.

Great Trip report & well written......

Nice report; thanks for all the detail. A couple of comments:

CH is here for guys to share information. So it runs against the CH ethos not to give girls' working names (i.e., "let's call her Jena"). Since these girls are professionals, there's no reason not to give out accurate info about them. That's what these reports are for.

"Lana" may have asked you to be her amante, but she was not offering anything up for free. She was saying she was available for work outside 4X4. Prostitutes do not fall in love that easily. She was looking for additional income. A session on the outside earns her 2-3X as much as one inside. Even when a GP protests and says "you don't need to pay," she absolutely does not mean it. The protest on her part allows her to sweeten her image with you and maintain her dignity at the same time. The guys always insist on a gift and the girls always accept.

I thought it a little unfortunate that you may have unjustifiably compared a group of young black kids at the beach with feral animals. They may have been looking at you because you appeared so out of place in your gringo clothes, super white skin, etc. Who knows. There are situations that can prove dicey, but don't assume that all such situations represent danger. Sometimes kids are hanging out just to hang out. Odds are you simply overreacted. Since nothing happened whatsoever, your description does nothing more than unfairly reinforce a stereotype.

These points aside, I enjoyed the report, and hope you enjoy your return trip. Maybe next time you'll discover the pleasure of trying a wider variety of the available "fruits."

Nice report.

Branquinho,
I've met up with a few 4X4 girls and none have ever asked for more than R$200 for a session (anywhere from 2-4 hours) and a couple have done R$200 for TLN. Just getting the full cash for a session is pretty good to them.

Branquinho: If by including the word “black”, I reinforced a stereotype, then my inclusion of the word was unfortunate, but inadvertent. From what I have read, and what I have seen, Rio has a virtual epidemic of kids who are, for lack of better words, abandoned and damned. There are plenty of them in the Copa area who are beggars and/or thieves, and some of them are armed. My point to newbies was simply to be wary, and this was an example of wariness.

Good report. I just wanted to add that for a newbie there is no need to invest too much into learning Portuguese. Just buy a phrase book and the shorter version ($19) of Pimsleur you should be good. Trust me you can make it in Rio, without almost no Portuguese at all, like most dudes down there. So no need to run out and take expensive courses and buy $300 CD's.

Don't get me wrong, its good to learn the language and it can make the trip better at times, but its not essential if you are just mongering at the regular spots. Unless you are looking for a wife/gf,plan on living there, want to venture out or are a regular visitor I really see no need to go that much out of your way to learn the language. BTW, I'm not one of those non Portugues speaking dudes that go down to Rio.

Not trying to criticize your actions, you did what you had to do and thats commendable. I just don't want some newbie reading this to think he has to go through all that to get by in Rio,especially on a first trip.

Again good job and welcome to the Rio club,lol.

Hi Snooky,
When I said they make 2-3X as much, I was referring to their take. So a 4X4 gp who gets 200 on the outside is doubling her take. Of course, some will stay all night for that amount, so it's a good deal. But in the end we're agreed that it's about "dinheiro," not "amor."

Heron33,
There are plenty of problem street kids around, but the majority of kids walking the streets are just kids, not predators. Beggars are not always thieves. Caution is appropriate; paranoia and stereotyping all poor young Brazilians is not. I think most people on CH are aware of the potential dangers, but they can be overemphasized. It probably is wise to overly cautious the first time around, until you get your bearings and such. But as nothing happened to you, you probably could easily have left that non-incident out of your report....that's my only point.

Ee2002: I agree entirely with your comments. As I said in my report, I had two objectives: the sex scene and learning Portuguese. I expect that just about all the CH guys are interested in the sex scene and learning some Portuguese is just a way to facilitate that objective. Fair enough. But without a doubt, a little bit of effort in learning some Portuguese goes a long way, and you can even have a lot of fun as you and the GDP try to figure out what the hell you are trying to say or ask. Some of the CH guys will disagree with my next statement: I stayed away from the overt sex questions (do you take CIM, etc.) and I would suggest others do the same. Turn on a bit of charm and they will want you for a client. IMO if you go for a boom-boom, you’ll get what you pay for; if you go for a GFE, and act that way, you may get what you want.

Alack, our jolly Falstaff is not, himself, immune! ;) The fact is, MANY girls are attracted to shamelessness in a man--as long as it is joyous and well-intentioned. Smile devilishly and make no apologies. And don't forget to give her a lascivious grin and a good natured, if lecherous, smack on the bunda. Anyway, I do get away with a lot ;)

Heron, I have to say that is perhaps the best written trip report I've ever read here. Bom Trabalho! And Don and I both thank you deeply and sincerely for the kind words. It was truly a pleasure.

Branquinho -- Heron has used the "real" names where he actually remembered them. The use of "let's call her," was done of necessity. Those girls fucked their names right out of his head. Further, not to debate, but to my mind, if it is a monger's prerogative to decide whether or not to share his trip, it should also be his prerogative to use a different name if he pleases. Beneath the surface, everyone has slightly different "interests" in Rio, and thus, slighlty different standards of etiquette. Everyone shares what he is willing to.

(And for the record, the girls start leaving Quatro at 10. Also for the record, some of those little glue-sniffers ARE fucking feral.)

Ken

(Message edited by gibletpie on October 02, 2006)

"Those girls fucked their names right out of his head." Too funny. And believable, although sessioning multiple times with a GP and forgetting her name????

I suppose it is always one's prerogative to leave information out. That happens often on CH, which is why I prefer the Brazilian boards. If a guy posted a report on gpbr but changed the girl's name, he'd be booted from the board.

Still, I enjoyed the report. I do not agree that overt questions about sex leads to less GFE sex. My strategy is to question the girls about what type of sex they like, and get them talking about sex. They invariably ask me, then, what I like. I answer truthfully, but always with the caveat that I don't want the to do anything they are not comfortable doing. If it comes out that a girl won't to BBBJ, then I move on. If we agree at least on the basics, I probably go with them. I always confess to being totally safado and "sem vergonha." As Gibletpie says, this is a turn-on for many of them.

Branquinho,
I guess we are in agreement on just about everything. No BBBJ and I'm gone too. That is basic necessity for me all other things are negotiable.

snooky-
I remember that exact conversation when we had it wandeing over to 4X4...seems like a long time ago.
Couldn't agreemore. I don't care what country or city i'm in the cbj is the absolute dealbreaker for moi.

Branquino: Let me offer up a bit of humility as a newbie with no disappointing experiences. I sessioned with GDPs who seemed to take a liking to me and generally was dazzled by what I got. If I had received covered BJ in any session, I would have taken that as a lesson learned and maybe would have negotiated things with the next GDP. So any advice I offer should be taken as the advice of someone who has a faint, but only a faint, idea of what he is talking about.

Wow! Herron I loved your report! As a first -timer your observations and attention to detail is impeccable. Your report has me anticipating my next trip. Welcome to the world of Rio !

Yankee,
I remember that conversation too. Yes, it was a long time ago. We've got to meet up again.

Heron33,
I've only had 1 CBJ in Rio and that was at MC. That was my learning curve, now it is part of the interview process. I've had a couple do a bait and switch on me after agreeing to BBBJ and try to do it covered and I've gotten up put my robe on and went to the front desk asking for a credit most recently at Luomo and another at MC. I haven't been back to either establishment since. Pitty, I've always enjoyed Luomo until that time eeven when they continually raise ther prices.

great report. a few obversations from one who has made 40+ trips and spent over 6 months in rio this year. tell the girls it is your vacation not theirs when they lay claim. remember your name to them is ATM. after 400+ terma visits, forget the suites except simple suit at quatro. help sucks. if picking up non terma girl, take her to a love motel. crime by kid street gangs is rampant. frequency breeds complacency, take cabs after dark.amd there is mever abad in rio as long as a terma is open. bon appite

1 pm. pm me before your naxt trip, i wany to party with you!

I think there is some good advice in SM's post, I just can't understand it. Was that written in some kind of code?

Arellius: After 400 termas visits, I'm surprised that SM can communicate in any language, code or signs. In fact I wonder if he might have been under the bed on one of my sessions. 400 visits! I'm beginning to think I should be wearing a rookie's beanie. Are there other old timers with this kind of record?

I wouldn't be quite so intimidated by Sweet's record. He slept through half those visits, after all ;) However, NO ONE can match Sweet's nap regimen...

Best to ya, SM


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Excellent, excellent report. Well written. I enjoyed living vi curiously through it. Indeed next time around and your Port is good the lower end termas are definetly worth a look.

Great report. Having just returned this week from my first trip to Rio, having visited many of the places you did, stayed in that same newly remodeled apartment, hanging with Don and Ken, and socializing with some guys from the Board, I can certainly concur with your experiences. I'm missing that city badly and look forward to my return. Thanks for the report!

Heron, nice, complete report. It's nice to get the basic details again through fresher eyes. Your experiences and approach are very similar to mine in many ways. I'm pretty sure I know exactly who you're talking about in 65, and she would be at the top of my list if I wasn't already taken there (my choice). When's the next trip?!

I return the first couple weeks in December, and if I write a second trip report, I would like to write about some of the second tier termas. Any suggestions from CH members would be helpful.

I'll be in Rio the LAST two weeks of December. Figures. I've heard some good things about 501 in Centro near 4x4 and 65, but have never made it there. Check it out for us.

Broman, you mean 502.

And Heron, if you're up for that sort of thing, I can take you 'round to the sex apartments in December. Definitely not a terma atmosphere, no bars, but they do have some cute girls. And they're "value priced" ;)

Well, I don't know how the awards have already been given out for best reports for 2006 and best runner up etc: but in my view this is the one of the best.

True, no pictures, but as i said in my report, you don't need pictures if you have great writing and this writing is simply the best. Very human and it draws you in despite the fact that it covers already explored territory (i.e. the termas).

This is the best writing since Jaguar and a welcome addition if you happen to enjoy good, grammer, flowing sentences and terrific momentum to the narrative.

Sometimes reports like this get blasted by some members Heron. I am suprised nobody teased you about being gay since you admitted to liking ballroom dancing. When i had mentioned I had been a fashion advertising photographer in the past, my heterosexuality was immediately questioned.

Thanks for providing a great reading experience.

Winegod: Thanks for the kind words. Photos are fine and I did apologize for not including any, but the CH site already has several thousand. What more is needed? (To answer the question: a few photos by a fashion photographer. The sexiest and most alluring photos I've ever seen are in the women's magazines, not the Playboys.)

Your comments concerning ballroom dancing are also interesting. Tell the truth, when men find out that my hobby is dancing, they invariably ask question after question. No BS about sissiness, etc., but I've never known one of them to put in time trying to learn. Fact is, all men want to learn to dance, but virtually all of them are scared off by the prospect of looking awkward as they learn. And everyone is awkward at first, including Fred Astaire. But if you stick with it, the rewards are awesome. Women simply melt for you.

Heron,
I'm a Salsa/Mambo fanatic (hence my screen name). I also got convinced by a L'Uomo girl to dance Salsa with her. It didn't work too well, although the girl acted as if she enjoyed it.

BTW, any shoes are better for Salsa than barefoot (except possibly Terma flip flops). Bare feet do not slide and sliding is essential for Salsa. Also they don't really dance Salsa as we know it (PR/Cuba style)in most of South America. They dance Cumbia to Salsa music and think it's Salsa.

To me, if you dance to attract the women, you're not going to stick with it long enough to become proficient. If you dance because you love the music and want to experience it on a deeper level, you will stick with it and have an incredible time.

I don't disagree. As you say, barefoot is better than flip flops.

Did anyone go to Balcony Bar and see a girl there named Roz or Groziella? She either 24 or 25 with shoulder lenghth black hair , 2 kids; 6 and 1. I believe she's a regular there.

You might have better luck posting this under the Balcony discuss area.............