I haven’t yet written for this site, but it has been invaluable to me. I want to give a special
thanks to Moondog, Bwana Dik, and Scooby. Their guides were in many ways better than
than those commerically made.

My cousin Bill has been my travel companion for most of my trips to South America. In
fact, he had bought a place in B.A. We are both investors and signed up to go on an
investment seeking tour of Argentina. Argentina was well known to be cheap. The peso
used to be 1:1 to the dollar and now is 3:1. Consequently, many things were and still are
between a third and half the price of the U.S.

We flew down AA, and although I was told that it was “an easy” ten hour flight, I
upgraded to first class and was glad I did. It only cost 25k miles. On the plane, I had a
surprisingly wonderful meal and learned later that the meal was catered by an Argentine
company.

Getting through customs was easy, and the baggage was gotten off swiftly, which I later
learned was the rule in SA. There was no problem with customs, and we boarded a cab
for the 25 minute trek to the city.

The landscape in and around BA reminded me of the Midwest, but I must say the climate
was much better than any Midwestern town. I had heard that BA resembled Paris or
Madrid, and my first impression was that it was nicer because it was newer. Paris is filled
with buildings that look and are hundreds of years old.

We were scheduled to stay at the Alvear Palace, but we arrived a day early. I stayed at the
Art Suites, and Bill went to the Four Seasons. After an afternoon nap, we went to Las
Lilas to have supposedly the best steak in BA. It was way overrated and not at all cheap.
Nonetheless, we headed out for the night. Bill was too tired to go out, so I went solo and
wound up at Madaho’s. (FWIW, the Alvear Palace was way overrated. It looks great, but
the whole place from the beds to the decor is stiff. If you got the big bucks, stay at the
Four Seasons.)

Even at the opening, there were close to twenty girls for every one guy. I looked around
and was impressed by the number of women, but something Bill said to me came back in
my mind. He said that in BA there was virtually an unlimited number of 7s and 8s, but he
had not as of yet seen a 10. The other thing that struck me was how young these women
were. That is the thing with SA. In the U.S., you go out to dinner, look around, and the
average age is usually 40. In SA, it is closer to 20.

After a while, I sought out a young, olive skinned, brown eyed brunette with a flat
stomach and C cup size breasts named Evelina. She had almost no body fat and was
probably a zero dress size. Between my broken Spanish and her broken English, we made
our way out to Art Suites in a cab. I think I paid $20 to leave with her and $100 for 2
hours. I think I may have went back and paid another $100 for a TLN. During the cab
ride, we engaged in DFK and she played with junior.

Evelina showed her ID to the doorman, and he made a copy of her card. We then went to
my room, and more fun ensued.

I know that many think the reason to go to SA is the cheap pussy. I am not so sure. For
the average American when you look at the price of airfare, hotel etc. you could probably
do better going to Canada or heading to the right type of strip club or massage parlor. For
those legally conscious, Canada is far more liberal.

To me, the reason is quality. While it is certainly true that you can get laid in the U.S. and
Canada, you can have a NLE, near love experience in SA, and that is what happened with
me and Evelina.

When I say that what I mean is that you find a woman whose chief goal is to give you
pleasure, and the money is secondary. Anything I wanted she did, did it well, and enjoyed
making me happy, and I reciprocated. Let me put it this way. Have you ever had a woman
massage every inch of your body for an hour and a half and never once complain about
being tired? Evelina did that for me that night.

We got hungry so I went out and got some food. It was wild going out in BA at 3AM and
seeing people stand in lines outside waiting to get into night clubs.

She told me about her family, which was quite big and showed me pictures on her cell
phone of her brothers and sisters. She was raised by a single mom after their dad walked
out for another woman. Some things are the same in every country. I mentioned to her I
was looking at buying a house or condo. in BA and her eyes lit up when she saw some of
the prospective properties. She left her name and number and begged that I call her.

As amazed as I was by Evelina, I was sure all the women of BA were like this, and I took
back two more women later in the week and they were the sexual equivalent of fast food.
Worse, Evelina had heard I had gone back to Madaho’s. She was not there that night, and
she had heard I had taken out someone else and was not happy about it. I took her out that
night, and she was much better than the other two women, but the thrill and passion were
diminished. About a year later, I came back to Madaho’s and asked about her and learned
that she had gotten married to a rich Chilean. He is a lucky man.

I have no delusions about getting involved with a provider. Chance are the chemistry
that night would never have happened like that again, but that night we had a true NLE.

I have read many complain about the quality of women in BA being down in the last few
years. Maybe this is why. The really good ones like Evelina have been taken off the
market.

Hi V
Your report was among the most heart felt prose I have read on the sight. Keep up the writing you undoubtedly have a flare for it.