no PICS ?????

it would have been nice for a couple
of pics..!!!!

did you say $16 for a drink ??
wow thats fucking crazy.
i would never pay that much.
thats my opinion.

good report....

Look forward to more reports. You should check out Tequilla Rocks later like 12 or 1 as things don't get going there til late.

The photos I have will eventually be posted, I have yet to sort through them to take my face out.

Writing a report on location is harder than it looks. Oh well, here is the rest of the trip in condensed format.

Day 2/Tuesday

I didn't quite hurry off to Cucardas as suggested in the earlier post, I reminded myself that I needed to take care of my Cusco ticket. I walked over to the LanPeru office and purchased a ticket for approximately $180 leaving Wednesday morning and returning Saturday. The travel agent also helped me check-in online so that I could bypass the ticket counter and go straight to the gate (no bags to check). I dropped off my ticket at the hotel and did a quick cleanup before heaving over to LC.

I made it just before 6pm. I didn't really catch the dayshift, but I did get a discount ticket (5 soles I think?) for my next entry. The talent wasn't much different from the previous night. I caught a few glimpses of outgoing dayshift, but there was no one worth noting from then. Dalilah was off, but in her place was a noteworthy voluptous Peruvian named Carina. Spinner enthusiasts wouldn't give her a second look, but hourglass lovers could hardly believe one such as her could be had for 50 soles/$15 (yes, she charged a premium). It's unfortunate there are so strict on cameras there, she would make a nice trophy photo. Her face was almost as nice as her body, except her coverup was a little heavy. It looked like she might have had a small complexion problem.

Even at $3 extra, Carina was an easy choice. In addition to her physical attributes, she had a seductive attitude and a thorough understanding of how to move her body in enticing ways. When you see the more attractive women at LC, it's always a little surprising to see interested clients walk away because of the extra 10 soles. It's a reminder of how fortunate we are here in the US.

Although not a girlfriend experience, Carina was what at LC could be considered a home run. Everyting was covered, but her attitude and bedroom performance were well above average.

After leaving LC I had a fair amount of time before the night clubs would be active, but I didn't do anything significant besides preparing my bags for the morning flight and getting some rest. Oh, I also put in a reservation for Saturday at the Hotel Las Palmas.

Tuesday night's jaunt was to Club 69. The options were nice, but not quite up to par as Emmanuelle. All costs were exactly the same (except I bought my date 1 drink instead of 2, but same price structure). I surveyed the women for about 20 minutes before deciding on one of the three that had parked themselves in front of me and were occasionally asking me questions. My choice was a lovely short brunette named Tabitha. After 20 more minutes we were headed out the door.

Outside of the dark lighting of Club 69, Tabitha's heavy application of makeup was much more apparant. I was glad I wasn't taking her out anywhere, it seemed it would have been easy to deduce she was probably a prostitute. The front desk at Maria-Luisa certainly knew.

Tabitha was another pleasant romp and she particularly enjoyed her tongue lashing. We didn't hang out as long as I did with Pamela, Tabitha seemed to be in a greater need to be back at the club (more strict rules? I don't know) but it didn't matter as I had a few things to do before my approaching flight. There was no time to sleep, but I wasn't expecting to and had planned accordingly. I checked out and caught a cab to domestic departures at the airport.

It's important to note that you need to pay your departure tax downstairs before they'll let you through the security area upstairs. I forget about this and had to go back downstairs to pay, but I had plenty of time so it was no problem.

The flight was delayed about 30 minutes, but other than that the flight to Cusco went smoothly.

Photos: Tabitha 09 10 11 12 13 14

I forget to include something from my first day. One of the women available at Tequila Rock was Kaory. I have seen her working on each of several trips to Lima, and have been tempted but never partaken. She has a website at http://www.kaoryexotic.com/, but I do not have login information. She's posted on this site as "Paola" by RTGooch from May 2004. She's noticeably heavier than the RT's photos and much more than the one on her website, but I'd say she's still in acceptable range. I only saw her one night of three in Tequila Rock.

Day 3/Wednesday

Pretend my name is "John Doe". When I made my reservation at Hotel Cristina from Lima, all I was asked for was my name. I spoke slowly for the woman on the other end. "My name is John, last name Doe."

"Last name Doe?", she asked.

"Yes, last name Doe," I replied.

When I arrived in Cusco, the taxi driver waiting for me had a sign saying:
Hotel Cristina
Jon Lastendoe

I felt unusual that morning, it was a symptom of the altitude. It was like a persistent high, slightly intoxicating and at the same time a bit uncomfortable. I didn't quite feel short of breath, but I did seem to have a little less energy than normal. On a contradictory note, I didn't feel sleepy despite my lack of rest. Based on my whole three days in this part of Peru, it seemed to be another side effect of the difference in air.

The management at Hotel Cristina served me some Coca Tea. I didn't really notice any effect, but I've read of others who have. After putting my stuff away, I returned downstairs where a tour tout tried to sell me on one of his packages. I looked, but politely declined so I could look for other deals.

I then walked a few blocks to the Plaza de Armas where I took some photos. I ran into a European guy who just purchased a package tour from a nearby agency. The deal he had was the best one he could find and sounded much better than the one I was just previously offered, so I decided to take a look. I ended up purchasing the package from this agency. For $175, I received a City Tour, a Sacred Valley Tour, a train ticket to Aguascaliente from one of the final stops on the SV tour, a night's stay in a hostel, a bus ticket to Machu Pichu, entrance to Machu Pichu, an English speaking guide, a train ticket to Ollantaytambo, and a bus ticket from O back to Cusco. In addition to a $20 price difference, the routing of this tour allowed for over 5 hours in MP, 3 of those hours before the afternoon rush that was common to most other single day MP tours which only give about 3 hours centered around midday.

Most of the rest of the day wasn't very exciting. The City Tour was that afternoon and I found it very boring. To make matters worse it rained during part of the tour, but walking around with a bunch of people in brightly covered rain parkas was slightly amusing in a elementary school reminiscent sort of way.

I ate some Italian food after the tour and finally got some sleep after that before heading out late that evening to one of the clubs. I had gathered some information on a bargain basement outdoor courtyard brothel called "Chonga", but it sounded worse than Trocadero in Lima, so I never went.

Decameron sounded like the best available option in Cusco. I caught a 5 soles cab from the Plaza de Armas and arrived 10 minutes later shortly after 11pm. There was no cover charge and I appeared to be the second customer in the place. Two of the women were with the first customer while the others seemed to be hiding in dark corners. The lighting wasn't bad near the bar where I sat, but most of the women were hard to see from my vantage point. The furnishings and decor were less pleasant than I imagined, but it wasn't any worse than say Las Cucardas in Lima.

The club was mostly devoid of men until about 12:30 or 1:00, but then a number of locals appeared.

Most of the women were below my standards, but mostly because they were average, not ugly. Then there were some that were more acceptable, but I wasn't enthusiastic about them. The first woman that I found attractive was grabbed and held for hours by another customer, but fortunately the second woman I liked finally appeared from the room behind the bar and approached me. Lucia and I soon were seated on a couch and drinking with our arms around each other.

After a couple hours and buying Lucia several drinks at 30 soles/$10 each, I asked Lucia about leaving with me. The exit fee was also 30 soles, and Lucia wanted 250 soles/$78. I correctly suspected this was a foreigner price, but considering my lack of pricing research, the late hour, lack of other available women, and Lucia's pleasant company, I happily accepted the deal.

Lucia asked if my hotel accepted guests. I had read that Hotel Cristina was guest-friendly, but I told her I wasn't sure. She mentioned a short-time hotel up the street called "Condor" for 20 soles, I think, so we went there.

After a very pleasant hour with Lucia, I rode with her back to the club then continued on back to my hotel. Hotel Cristina closes and locks the front door at night and it looked like I had gotten the attendant out of bed. I was kind of glad that I hadn't brought Lucia back with me, I would've had to have woken up the poor guy twice and it probably would have been awkward.

I only had several hours before my Sacred Valley tour, but in this case I figured I needed to get at least some sleep. I set my alarm for a loud wake up call and feel asleep shortly after.

Photos: Lucia 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22

Day 4/Thursday

No sex today. If you're not interested in the touristy stuff, you can skip this post. On the other hand, if you're traveling to Peru you'll likely be doing some of this or at least be expected to, so it might be good supplementary reading.

I was supposed to receive everything in the morning. I arrived early, but someone was running late and my tickets were not there. The bus for the Sacrad Valley tour was arriving so they had me board the bus with the promise that I would receive everything soon. Soon came when I saw the guy with my tickets after picking up some other passengers. I asked the bus driver to stop so I could collect my paperwork, which turned out to be the train tickets between Ollantaytambo and Aguascaliente. I was told I'd receive the rest at the hostal in Aguas.

The Sacred Valley tour was much better, but much longer than the City Tour. The tour covered several sites and a few markets. A buffet lunch was 15 soles extra, but that part wasn't very good considering the generally high quality of food in Peru. The second to last stop was Ollantaytambo where several of us departed from the rest of the group. All that was left was another market stop so nothing was missed.

We had a few hours before the train, so we ate and drank and browsed the internet.

The walk to the train "station" from the center of Ollantaytambo is relatively long, or at least longer than one might expect. It takes about 15 minutes. At night the road is very poorly lit with few open businesses along the way, but there are a fair number of people walking it.

The train "station" is in reality a train "stop". To my disappointment there was no actual station, just a ticket booth and many vendors with booths nearby. There are no digital signs announcing train arrivals or departures and no boarding announcments either. You just have to keep your eyes on your watch and the gate. The only seating available appeared to be a small store/cafe/restaurant. It looked like they had two or three tables. You should make sure you do not get in the line to purchase tickets if you already have yours. In the hour I was there, I saw virtually no movement in the huge ticket line of at least 200 people.

The lack of announcements made me nervous, but I got to my seat without a hitch. Along the way, it started raining and we made several stops for reasons I still do not know. During two of them there were people wandering around outside with flashlights. These stops made some of the passengers uncomfortable. I could imagine being very worried if this was Mexico or Colombia. We eventually arrived in Aguascaliente around 10:40pm.

I was met at the station in Aguas by someone from the hostel who walked me to my room. I believe the place I stayed is the closest one to the train station, it was the first thing I saw immediately after crossing a small bridge. The room was bare but that wasn't surprising. The lights worked, but the single electric outlet didn't. The rest of my paperwork still wasn't available, I was promised it would be there in the morning. Most of the nearby shops were closed, but I was able to get some food at a restaurant that was still open. I wasn't aware of any available prostitution in Aguas and didn't feel like walking around in the rain when everything looked closed, so I just headed back to my room to crash. Rest was also good since I had an early morning in Machu Pichu ahead of me.

In writing this chapter I remembered a detail I left out of the previous. Just before checking out I decided to take advantage of the free breakfast included with my $40 room. Given the difference in rates between Cristina and some of the other hostels, I was expecting something nicer than coffee, juice, a piece of fruit, and a few pieces of bread with jelly. I was a little disappointed, but I had to rush out so it may have been for the best.

Day 5/Friday

I woke up from my alarm, and while laying in bed, received the requested knock from the hotel staff. Hot water wasn't working, so I did a cold water splashdown rather than a full shower. Breakfast was at a restaurant around the corner and was the same menu as Cristina, but this wasn't surprising given the much lower quality accomodations. I soon received my one way bus ticket and entrance ticket to Machu Pichu. I was also expecting my bus ticket from Aguas to Ollantaytambo, but they didn't have it. I had to worry about that later. I was brought over to the bus stop where I was introduced to my guide, Miguel.

The guide situation wasn't well organized, and I ended up being redirected back and forth between Miguel and another guide a few times before I decided to just explore on my own. Besides that mildly annoying hiccup, the next 4 hours was a pleasant hike through the most impressive site I've seen.

I had an hour to kill upon my return before my train departure so I walked around the small town. The walk back was suprisingly somewhat confusing because of the street layout and the myriad of stall vendors that were now open, but I found my way. My ride back was on the higher class train and went by smoothly. In Ollantaytambo, I discovered the bus leaving for Cusco was not leaving for another four hours, at least that's what two taxi drivers told me. I didn't want to wait or even figure out how to get a ticket, so I took a taxi with two other Peruvian males which set me back $10. After leaving, I thought to myself I should have found other tourists to ride with rather than locals. I was a little nervous as I didn't recognize the route we had taken and also when the driver made an unannounced stop at a store to buy sodas, but we were flying and arrived in Cusco in no time.

For Friday I found a different place to stay rather than returning to Cristina. Hostal Incawasi is in the Plaza de Armas to the left of Mama Africa disco. I liked this place much better, the room was larger and they had a 24 hour guest attendant while offering a $15 rate. I can't comment on it being guest-friendly or not, but I would have felt more comfortable bringing a companion back here rather than Hotel Cristina. The only thing I didn't like about the room was the curtain. It did not completely obstruct the view from outside the door because of an unusually long distance from the wall, but it wasn't a major problem.

I returned to Decameron in the late evening to see if the first woman I was interested in there was available. She in fact was and approached me as soon as she saw me, without my prompting. She had an unusual name which I had to have her repeat, the best I could understand it as was Habe. (pronounced like "ha-BAY") She asked me if I was with Madonna a couple nights before to which I answered no. At the time I couldn't remember Lucia's name, so when Habe was in the bathroom I asked the waiter (same waiter when I was with Lucia) who I was with Wednesday and he replied "Madonna", so I guess she uses both names.

Habe was pleasant for the most part, but at times she got on my nerves a little bit. She had a bad habit of randomly talking like a cartoon character. Some guys might think it was fun, but I just thought it was silly. She was more sexy at times, I preferred her like that.

I paid the same inflated price for Habe, but I had a good time. I took her back to the Condor hotel and she really got into posing for the camera. If fact she kept asking me to take one more photo while I kept trying to put the camera away.

After our hour at the Condor, we dropped her back off at Decameron and I returned to Incawasi. I had another early flight so I didn't sleep, I just had enough time to casually get my things in order and lounge around before heading to the airport.

Photos: Habe 23 24 25 26
Photos: Habe 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35

Day 6/Saturday

I hadn't arranged transport for my return to Lima from Cusco, but I easily and inexpensively picked up a cab from a booth for the posted rate. Check-in at Hotel Las Palmas was uneventful, but I did think it was nice to finally be able to ride an elevator there, in the past I had to walk the stairs.

I had been thinking about J from the first night, and decided to give her a call from my hotel room. I got ahold of her, and we made arrangements to meet at 7pm.

In the meantime, I made a daytime run to Las Cucardas, probably the last Saturday daytime visit I'll ever make there. The male to female ratio was horrible with the walkways crowded with weekend visiting locals. There weren't any new women, at least not any of significance, so I settled on a very petite blond I had spotted previously, her name was Natasha. She was almost too skinny for me, but when her clothes came off a little pot belly appeared out of nowhere. Natasha was friendly, but incredibly boring with lacklaster service. We parted on friendly terms, but with me unsatisfied. I didn't have time to find another and just left after that.

I rushed to get ready and get to her meeting place on time, but as anticipated it wasn't necessary. After about an hour of phone tag and missed sightings, I was finally able to catch up with her and her friend at the Marriot Casino by Larcomar.

We played some electronic slots while waiting for a third friend before heading to a nearby sports bar. I bought us a huge carafe of beer which was reasonably priced. After that the three of us headed to Pizza Alley where we ordered a couple of pitchers at one of the restaurants. From there, J's friends left to go to some disco. J and I headed into a nearby club off the alley ourselves.

Things got a little strange from there. The place was busy, but somehow we easily got a table near the front by the stage where a band was playing. J asked if she could order a Tequila shot which I naturally agreed to. I ordered a beer for myself. When the shot was finished, J excused herself to the bathroom. Shortly after her return, the waitress brought another shot, except neither of us had ordered again. I shrugged it off as J seemed to want it. J's friends wound up back at the same club, but they didn't ask for drinks and I didn't offer.

After some more bathroom-shot episodes, I realized that something was probably wrong about the situation. This was disappointing because J was looking really good at the moment, but there was a possibility I was just a mark to her. On J's next visit to the bathroom, I kept my eye on the waitress and noticed she received a text message on her phone. J returned, and soon after came another Tequila and.....a Coke. Almost forgot, by now I had stopped drinking and J had asked if I wanted a Coke. I said I didn't want anything else to drink.

I decided to pack it up after that even though the J wanted to stay. The waitress quoted me a bill of 225 soles ($70 US) but also had the stack of receipts in her hand. I hadn't been counting our drink orders, but added up the receipts myself and came up with 180 soles. She seemed "surprised" at her error. Obviously I didn't give her a tip.

J was toasted by now and was acting weird while we were trying to leave. She was practically holding me back and finally said to wait for her while she asked for a cigarette. What followed as I waited across the room with J's purse and coat appeared to be a five minute argument between J, the waitress, and the cashier. J finally returned so I asked what was up. She said they didn't have cigarettes. Even though I was annoyed I found this rather amusing.

There was more drama after that, but most of it was out of my earshot. At one point I did think I overheard a manager telling her to leave and not come back. After that we finally got outside, but then I let J drag me back in when I thought she said we'd go back to my hotel after that. She didn't seem to get what she wanted at that time either, which I suspect was a cut of the bill.

J then said she needed to go home to rest, so I cut her loose by the taxis. She was trying to find a driver to take her home which was really far while at the same time trying to talk me into getting into the cab to drop me off at my hotel first. I wouldn't get into a cab with her and three drivers she spoke with didn't want to drive where she needed to go. I eventually had to just tell her I was leaving her there, I didn't give her any money. She was frustrated, but then finally accepted it and told me to call her later. That wasn't going to happen.

I walked around the corner to catch a cab to Emmanuelle. It was getting late so I needed to hit a sure spot. The two best looking women there, a sultry brunette and asian-looking fake blond, were available and looked friendly, but both were picked up by a single guy for drinks before I could decide between them. I sat for a while looking for alternatives. There were two others that were almost as attractive, but they didn't look very outgoing.

My first two options then got up, but unfortunately it looked like they were going to get dressed to leave with the guy. Curiously, soon after that the guy got up, hung out for a few moments by the bar, then left. When the women returned in their street clothes, they looked for their customer and asked the waiter where he was before returning to the changing room to get back into their club clothes.

I was hesitant to pull one of them after what had to be an annoying incident, but in the end I simply couldn't resist the beauty of the brunette. I invited her to have a drink with me. Talia wasn't as physically friendly as I would have liked, but seeing her up close erased any doubt on whether I was going to bring her back to my hotel.

Unfortunately, Talia was camera shy but I did manage to finally get at least a couple shots, just not clear or quality ones.

For service, Talia was a little below average for club women, but overall I was still very satisfied with her.

The sky was starting to brighten by the time we were finished, so Talia left soon after that, total time being less than I was accustomed to, but understandable given our late exit from the club.

It was a weird day and night, but at least it ended well.

Photos: Talia 36 37

Nice report, look forward to the pics. I enjoy LC myself. The "shift change can be interesting as you stated...

Day 7/Sunday

I didn't go to sleep right after Talia left. I was on somewhat of a second wind so I browsed the internet for awhile, mostly catching up on news stories. By the time I finally did get to sleep, I was exhausted and slept until the middle of the afternoon.

I had never been to Relax y Vida in La Victoria, but I had read some nice things about it here and also saw that it was open on Sunday. I found it easily enough after being dropped off in front of the Interbank building. I was buzzed inside and received a warm reception during which they asked how I knew about the place. I replied that I was recommended by a friend. None of the woman that were working were available for the next 40 minutes. I could have waited, but instead I told them I'd just come back another time. I was concerned I might not like the first one available. They gave me a business card and recommended calling ahead to make an appointment.

I picked up a taxi outside and instructed him to take me to Miraflores, but I changed my mind before we got very far and asked to be taken to Las Cuscardas.

I found a new beauty at Cuscardas, at least one that I hadn't seen on previous visits. She didn't smile much, even when we made eye contact, but she easily had the most attractive face and tightest body. Several locals approached her and those conversations didn't look like they went well, so I waited awhile to see if anyone else showed up, but that didn't happen. I finally approached and asked her name. It was a very unusual name and I had to ask her to repeat it. I understood it as Apare, pronounced phoenetically like "opera" but with a long "A" sound for the third syllable. Apare's personality wasn't impressive, but it was good enough for the price. It turned out to be a good investment, I had a good time with her. I asked her if she ever went with customers outside of the club, but she said no.

Instead of heading back I decided to get a glimpse of the evening talent at the Trocadero. Sunday evening there was a busy one, the ratio of men to women far greater than it had been at Cucardas. There were probably 50 or more prostitutes working, but almost all of them were far below my standards. Several doors looked like they might have held some promise, but there were always at least 4 or 5 men waiting nearby and more would literally run to get a glimpse of the prostitute as soon as the door unlocked, effectively blocking my own view since I wasn't willing to run for a look.

I left an hour or so later without partaking in any services, there were simply too many men for too few women.

Back in Miraflores I got some dinner and ran some errands before checking out Tequila Rock. I ran into an older, but attractive blond that spoke a fair amount of English. I bought Claudia a couple drinks and we got along fairly well, but it was early and I was hesistant to commit to her. I excused myself and told her I'd be back later.

By now it was about 11pm so I decided to visit another night club. Unfortunately most clubs are closed Sunday, the only ones I knew that were open were Suites de Barranco and Eclipse. I didn't feel like paying the "extra-extra" premium at Suites, so I headed for Eclipse instead.

Most of the options at Eclipse were disappointing. I did find one dancer that I found attractive, or more precisely she found me, but she was also at least 10-15 pounds overweight and I wanted a nice body if I was going to take someone from a night club. We spoke for awhile and I got a little worked up as she rubbed my leg during a drink, but I decided against bringing her home with me. I told her that I was too tired to do anything else that night and that I'd try to come back another day. She was cool about it.

Back at Tequila Rock, Claudia was now occupied, but at least she was still around. I ran into a more attractive freelancer than I had spent time with on a previous trip and almost had her join me, but I decided to hold out for Claudia or someone else new.

Claudia and another woman were with the small group of guys for awhile and things didn't look good for me the way these guys were throwing around money on drinks, but she eventually pulled away to approach me. She told me she liked me and would rather spend time with me, but I think she was really just getting impatient with these guys that only seemed interested in drinking. Whatever the reason, I told Claudia I'd like her to join me for the evening. She returned to the table for awhile as a courtesy to the group, but said her goodnight after a short period of time. The guy didn't look too happy about her leaving, but I wasn't concerned about it. Claudia and I left shortly thereafter.

Neither of us were in a rush to head back to the hotel, so on Claudia's suggestion we hopped into her car parked nearby and went to a disco instead. The place was getting ready to close in less than an hour, but they let us in for a drink after we stood outside knocking for awhile. It didn't take long once we were inside for me to figure out we were in a gay disco. Claudia told me she liked coming to this place because otherwise she usually gets hit on constantly.

We drank and danced for a little while but had to leave soon after they made last call. We returned to my hotel where Claudia provided some exceptionally nice service. It might have been an act, but she seemed genuinely interested in me and wanted to come with me when I did my shopping the next day, offering to drive me wherever I wanted to go. She left me her real name, email address, and her phone number and asked me to call her later.

Having Claudia's company later would have been nice, but I sensed that it might get awkward to shake her later in the evening, so I knew I wasn't going to call. I folded up the piece of paper and stuck it in with the rest of the numbers I had collected thus far this trip.

Photos: Claudia 38 39 40

Day 8/Monday

I was awakened in the late morning by a phone call. The female voice at the other end asked if I knew who she was. I didn't want to guess wrong, so I said I didn't know. It turned out to be J. She never came to my hotel and I never gave her my phone number, so she must have remembered the name of my hotel when I mentioned it Saturday night and got my room number from the desk by giving them my first name and description. We didn't speak for very long but she asked me to call her later that day if I wanted to do something. I'm not sure if she picked up that I wasn't interested in seeing her again. I went back to sleep.

After finally getting up, I spent the rest of the day shopping for gifts and souvenirs. They have a large number of shops on Avenida Petit Thouars in Miraflores. You can find this street by taking a right at the roundabout from the tip of Parque Central. You should be able to see the street right in front of you from the corner. I found some really nice crafts and also brought home a bottle of Pisco from the shops along this street.

I decided to try Trocadero again. I wasn't confident on what I might find, but I wanted to satisfy my curiousity by getting a look behind the mystery doors. I figured a little after opening on a Monday would be much easier than the weekend visit.

There were far fewer men around on Monday, but there were still enough to keep the busiest women constantly occupied. There were only two busy ones, so I ended up positioning myself where I could get a look when the doors opened. The two busy prostitutes were far better than the rest of the women working the halls, but barely above average compared to Las Cucardas. At 20 soles a pop I imagine their level of attractiveness was a good deal overall for the locals, but I didn't bother getting into line for either one of them.

To my surprise I was able to find Pati, a prostitute with a nice body and fairly attractive face that didn't have a line of men waiting for her at all times. She provided a fairly good level of service and I was even able to take a couple photos. It was seven dollars well spent.

After Trocadero, I returned to Miraflores and just killed time until it was late enough to hit the nightclubs. I decided to try out Moonlight in Surco.

The talent at Moonlight was poor, but they had a couple of attractive women. One was very petite. I'm sure she was of legal age, but she didn't look it. She also had a constant frown on her face.

The other attractive dancer was a blond Venezuelan with a huge, persistent smile. I let her drag me to the couches for a dance against my better judgement. I ended up annoyed by her aggressive personality and somewhat insulted when she suggested me giving her a 100 soles tip. I gave her an undeserved 20 soles and left right after that.

The Moonlight experience left me in a mood where I was unwilling to gamble on one of the smaller clubs for my last night, so I decided to finish my trip off at Club 69 or Emmanuelle. I already took out two from the latter, so I had the taxi driver outside take me to Club 69.

Monday's lineup was lighter, but I still found a remarkable beauty named Naomi that looked part-Asian. We had a drink and talked a little, but the club was closing early because it was a slow Monday night. I paid the fees so we could return to my hotel.

Naomi was the perfect finale for the trip with a gorgeous face, a nice body, a pleasant personality, and skilled in the sack. She even looked great in all of her photos except one. She took a funny-looking self-portrait while I was in the bathroom.

That was it for my trip, all that was left was packing, the taxi ride, and the wait at the airport. I guess I can make a couple comments on the airport. In front of the food court is an internet cafe, but they do not provide laptop connections. The food court has a pizza joint and a chinese restaurant that both serve a full menu in the early morning. I mention this because I'm not a big breakfast food fan.

Peru is a great place that I highly recommend. I probably won't be back for awhile, but I look forward to my eventual return.

If anyone has any questions, please send me a message because I don't sign in every day.

Photos: Pati 41 42

Absolutely fabulous report, Meaner. Thanks.

Check my photo gallery to see if my 'Naomi' is the same as yours. If so, I agree that you chose well. She's a good one.

From what I gather, it's really not worth going to the high-end clubs, other than Club 69 and Emmanuelle. There's alway the needle in the haystack, but those two clubs are a much surer thing.

I also love the tourist crap shops on Petit Thouars. I only enter the tiendas staffed by the pretty girls, and I practice my Spanish flirting skills. When I am totally insane, I push it until I get a date out of them. It's incredible that these 20-year-old 'good' girls are willing to entertain the advances of a fat 47 year-old, but I actually do have a success rate there. I usually wind up with a stalker, but I guess that's all part of the fun. I just change my cell phone number every few trips.

Most of the airport has a Speedy wi-fi wireless signal. I know that the food court and the gate areas do. You can buy 5 hours for $5 on line.

Again, great report. Thanks.

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Congrats - IMHO one of the best looking gals that's been posted for Peru.

Same Naomi. I saw your photos when you posted them, but didn't realize she was the same until you mentioned it.

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Naomi was the perfect finale for the trip with a gorgeous face, a nice body, a pleasant personality, and skilled in the sack.

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About Kaori...I posted her as Japeruana. Actually, the shots of her on her website do her no justice. I sessioned with her a half a dozen different nights. She had the lovliest gravity defying breasts. Her hair was as soft as silk, as were her lips which she used expertly. She started calling me after our second night together, because she knew I could not resist. You should have gone for it.

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Latinamonger, thanks for posting that. I thought I remembered more photos of her on this site, but I could not find them. For anyone else looking, the first one starts at #26947.

She was heavier when I last saw her than in your photos.

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