After going to bed at 3:00 last night, the street noise woke me just after 7:00. I was sufficiently tired to go in and out of sleep until 9:00, but the outside noise is not conducive to getting any rest. It's a shame, because for location, size, price, etc., this is a great deal, but I wouldn't rent this apartment again.
I hung around reading emails, watching TV and catching up on stuff until about 12:30. I had checked in with ComputerGuy, and he confirmed that last night went well. I'm not surprised - all the girls at Scarlets seemed to have a good attitude. He also re-confirmed the price for me: 81 Soles for a half hour and 162 for an hour ($25/50), including the room. We are going to meet for lunch tomorrow. Today on I Dream of Jeannine, Major Nelson crashed on a desert island, but when Mrs. Bellows saw him in NASA headquarters, the hijinx followed.
My first stop was - where else - lunch. I went to El Kapallaq
El Kapallaq
Av Petit Thouars 4844, Miraflores
444-4149
Monday-Saturday from noon to 5:00 pm
This is definitely an expense account kind of place. I was the only guy in there not wearing a suit or sports jacket. The waiters are all in tuxedos (at lunch!). This restaurant is in a small former house in Miraflores. When I say small, I'm talking 11 tables small. When I got there, six of the tables were marked for reservations. When I left, every table was full.
El Kapallaq (don't ask me how to pronounce it) has a seafood only menu. According to their business card, they've won a bunch of awards - I can believe it.
I started off with a ceviche of scallops (conchas) and conchas negras, mixed. The conchas negras seem more like clams to me, but whatever they are, they're delicious. My second course was something called Sudado Mixto, which was basically another seafood stew. This one was based in a clear broth and offered fish, shrimps, scallops, calamar, octopus and conch, along with onions and tomatoes. Absolutely delicious.
I passed on dessert and asked for the check. It came to 80 Soles ($25), which included 2 sodas, the two dishes, and the cover charge. Expensive, but well worth it.
After that, I did some early Christmas shopping at the tourist crap places, and flirted a little more. If I come back in November, I have a date with one of the girls in one of the booths. Then, back to the house - the guys were coming over tonight.
Tonight's plans included mostly guys that I hadn't met yet, but their knowledge base covered a large cross-section of Lima's P4P activities. It worked for me on a bunch of levels: I got to meet some great guys, I get to hear a lot more of the ins and outs of the local scene, I got to realize just how bad my Spanish really is, and a got a key telephone number that I hope to put to good use later this week. Also, it was really nice to host people in my Peruvian apartment. It's just so good here, all around. If I could afford it, I would pack it all in and move in a flash. A nice condo in a very good neighborhood can run about $40-50,000. I saw a penthouse on the malecon facing the ocean listed for $120k.
The party finally broke up at around 11:00 PM, perfect timing for drumming up some night action. Pizza Alley is only steps away from the apartment, so I walked by there to see who I could find.
The pickings were slim. I met a couple of girls and wound up taking their phone numbers. I was attracted to the less aggressive of the two, but I didn't see any way to separate her from her friend, especially with my language skill set. Even though I have her phone number, it really is unlikely that I will wind up using it. My other Pizza Alley discovery was ComputerGuy walking through the alley. He reported great success at the blackjack table, and was going to head back to Scarlets. He said that he saw a bunch of likely prospects the night before, and didn't want to leave any girls with their feelings hurt.
I passed on going with him. I really like Scarlets, and will visit there again to be sure, but I'm on a model search this trip, and they confiscate your cameras at the door.
It's now 11:30. I could either go home and call for an outcall girl (the choices are endless and would run about $45-60 for an hour), or I could wait a bit and go to Tequila Rock and make the decision in person. I went with the Tequila Rock option, so I grabbed a Taxi to Casino Miraflores to kill some time playing blackjack.
Something got killed, but it wasn't time. When I sit down at the $3 table, I buy $50 worth of chips. Before I could even get a soda from the waitress, I was up around $30. By the end of the second shoe, I had doubled my money. That never happens, so once I got over the shock, I cashed out my chips and headed back to Tequila Rock.
The admission at Tequila Rock is (I think) 20 Soles. I'm not sure, because I've never paid it. Between coupons on the internet and in tourist magazines, and giveaway cards in many hotels, I haven't had to pay to get in. The six bucks won't kill me, but why spend it when I don't have to?
When I got in, I checked my coat and headed to the bar on the far left. The place was filling up quickly, and there were a bunch of pretty girls. It seemed that there were a larger contingent of girls aged 25-30 than I had previously noticed. Don't get me wrong; there were still plenty of girls in the 19-25 year-old range, just a bunch of the slightly older ones, too.
I got the hard sell from Paola, a girl that I had taken home with me last year. It took a while to convince her that even though she is really pretty (it was true), and I had a good time with her last time (true again), I wanted to find a different girl to spend the night with. I finally got away and scouted the area unmolested.
At the corner of the bar, all alone, was a pretty blonde girl. As soon as a seat opened next to her, I grabbed the opportunity and introduced myself.
Mirella is 27, about 5'6", and thin with a nicely proportioned rack. We spent some time flirting and getting to know each other a little. We made each other laugh, and she is hot, so that's good enough for me. After a while, she asked if I wanted her to come home with me, and when I said sure, she told me that she needed to make 300 Soles ($93.75). I confirmed that the price was for all night, and we got our coats and left.
At my apartment, I offered her a beer, and she saw the potato chips that were left over from when the guys were there. So we sat in the living room watching VH1, while she drank, munched, and found some time to make out with me. I was able to get off a couple of pictures, too.
Photos: Mirella 10 11 12 13
The chips were gone, so she suggested that we go to the bedroom, but she wanted the money first. I had gotten a good feel for her (I thought), so I gave her $100 and she put it in her pants pocket.
In the bedroom, she hopped into the shower. When she got out, she said, "OK, just give me the money and we can start." Rut ro.
I point out that I already paid her in the living room, and re-create the conversation. She kind of nods in agreement, but tells me that she doesn't have the money. I wonder how I could have missed these signals, and she starts the charade of going through her bag and wallet and coat, etc.
I insist again that I paid her, and she's acting like she believes me. Finally, she takes off her pants (no small feat - they're painted on), turns them upside down and shakes (the pants, not her ass). Voila! Two $50s fall out of the back pocket. She apologizes profusely, and puts them somewhere safe. It turns out that when you weigh 53kg, two Pisco Sours and a beer in my apartment hit you harder than you would think. I was just glad that we put the whole thing behind us.
Finally in bed, her performance kept up with her looks. A pretty short but enthusiastic BBBJ was followed by a DATY session. And then on to sexo. She let me know that she liked being on the bottom. She wasn't just being lazy and laid there, not at all. She gave as well as she got; she just liked what she liked. It was a very good session. Yes, I knew that she was working, but it seemed that it wasn't a job that she hated. However, we got along well and I really enjoyed myself. We finally got under the covers and fell asleep at around 3:00 am.