I woke up at 7:30 feeling like crap. I took four ibuprofen tablets and lay in bed and moaned. My official theory is that I am not exposed to much cigarette smoke back home in Florida, and all of the clubs and casinos are full of cigarettes, so that's why I am often hurting in the mornings. In reality, it probably has more to do with my staying up 'til all hours of the night dancing, screwing and gambling, but don't tell anyone.
At 11:00, feeling almost human, I get dressed and walk the two blocks to Supermercado Wong. This is a nice, upscale supermarket with a large selection of both hot and cold foods. I stock up on a lot of beverages and a few things to nosh on, and decide to waste $1 and take a taxi back to the apartment. The bag boy at the supermarket refuses the tip I offer him for loading up the taxi, and the cab driver insists on carrying my bags all the way into the elevator for me. I'm not sure if it was the normal good service or if I looked like I might fall if I was required to carry my own bags, but either way, I was grateful.
It was now noon and I was in absolutely no shape to do anything but stare at the lovely Naomi, so I called her and asked if it was OK if we rescheduled for Sunday. I think that I woke her up, too, so she told me that wasn't a problem, and she would see me tomorrow.
About a year and a half ago, I picked up a girl named Claudia in Pizza Alley. Her sales pitch to me that night was, "I have great tits. Do you want to see them?" She then went on to tell me that we could go to my hotel and she would suck and screw me to oblivion, and I could do her in the ass, all for $50. When she agreed to let me take pictures, too, I took her up on her offer. It was an excellent hour, that's for sure. I had run into her one other time since then, and we had a repeat session. We exchanged email addresses, but I hadn't seen nor heard from her in about a year.
Two weeks before this trip, Claudia sent me an email asking how I was, and when was I coming back, because she liked having sex with me. Whatever.
I was impressed with her marketing attempt, and told her the dates of my next visit, and sent her my cell phone number. At 1:00 pm, my phone rings, and it is her. I am always quick to reward a successful marketing campaign, so we agree to meet later. She says that she will call in the afternoon to set it up. She says that will bring a friend, too. I do not commit to two girls, but I tell her that I would like to meet her friend for future reference (Claudia worked tourism in Cusco for two years, so she is fairly fluent in English). I spend the rest of the afternoon recuperating and watching 'Smallville' with Spanish subtitles until one of my friends, RBC100, a guy I know from Texas, comes by at 4:00 pm.
We catch up on our various travels while RBC marvels at my apartment. He needed to add time to his cell phone, so we walked over to the supermarket, charged up his phone, and got a taxi to Tanta in San Isidro.
T'anta is owned by Gastón Acurio, one of the world's premier chefs. He has a few different restaurants in Peru, as well as other South American cities, and every one is better than the next. The food is delicious, the combinations inventive, and the service impeccable at all of his locations. There are four T'antas, and they describe the restaurant as a deli, but it's just another fabulous place to eat. T'anta's onion soup has forced me not to order it anywhere else - it would only be a disappointment.
We meet up with one of my local friends. I hadn't seen him since my last trip, and it's always great to re-unite with a far away amigo. RBC picks his brain about Trujillo (he's planning a side trip) while we enjoy onion soup (me & RBC), a raw tuna in sauce dish and a steak 'the poor way' (with egg and plantains) for my Peruvian friend, a steak sandwich with avocado, cheese and pesto (RBC) and a pizza that the menu claims is 'not just a pizza' (me).
Everything was spectacular and ran about $60 including sodas and tip for the three of us. I'm not sure of the exact price, as my local friend picked up the tab. My Peruvian friends have proved to be great and generous hosts during my visits - I only hope to get the chance to reciprocate if they ever make their way up to North America.
During lunch, Claudia calls again, and we agree to meet at the Flying Dog Bar (just across the street and a little to the left of Tequila Rock) at 9:30 that evening. She still claims to be bringing her friend.
After our meal, RBC heads off to parts unknown to meet a civilian girl he has been writing to, and my friend drops me off at the Marriott, where I kill some time, and win twelve of the Marriott's dollars before leaving to meet Claudia and her friend.
I understand this intellectually, but I can't really put it into practice. 9:30 American = 10:15 Latino. So I spend 45 minutes waiting outside the Flying Dog because the bar isn't that big, and it was really crowded, and I don't drink.
I have read reports stating that you could perhaps find a date for the evening at the Flying Dog. I'm still not 100% certain, but I did see some single women having a drink at the bar, finish up and walk across the street to Tequila Rock. Not a complete certainty, but you can easily draw your own conclusions from that observation.
At 10:15, Claudia shows up alone. She gives me a kiss on the cheek, and I ask her what happened to her friend. She takes my phone, calls her friend, and tells me that she can meet us in an hour. I say that won't be necessary, and I ask Claudia if she wants to go inside for a drink. She says no; let's go to your apartment.
Once we're in the elevator, Claudia proves to be single-minded, and gets right down to business. Down go my pants, on goes her mouth, and we're off from there. We get our clothes off and head to the bedroom, where we get right to it, licking and sucking and screwing in all directions.
This goes on for about a half hour, at which point I'm lying there sweating and breathing hard, and she's asking me if she can use my shower to remove my slobber and, er, other fluids from her body. She comes back in and I get a couple of photos off while she gets dressed.
Photos: Claudia 07 08 09 10
I give Claudia $50 and a few Soles for her taxi to wherever she is going next. Was this money well-spent? Well, yes and no. Claudia certainly provided $50 worth of entertainment in raw sex, and sometimes, that's fun. It was this time. However, I am usually a GFE kind of guy, and for the same $50, there are plenty of opportunities out there. I guess it just depends on what you're looking for at that time.
Claudia pressed me on a second date, and I put her off politely, telling her that the rest of my trip was already booked up. I told her that I would call her on my next trip, and maybe I could meet her friend then.
After she left, I took a quick shower and headed over to the Hotel Los Delfines (not far from my apartment) to spend a couple of hours losing at blackjack. It's a nice, quiet casino, and the drink girls are all pretty and friendly. Interestingly, I don't hit on the girls nearly as much when I just got laid. The casino sets up a big buffet at midnight, so I had dinner there, too.
I was home and in bed by 2:30. Tomorrow was Sunday, and I had a date with Naomi that I wanted to keep.