I woke up on Tuesday at 9:45, accompanied by the sounds of… nothing. It was sweet. The hotel room doesn't have blackout curtains, but my room didn't get all that bright, and I slept until I was done sleeping - that's all I can ever ask.
My plans for the day included picking up my glasses, going to a Banos Turcos for some steam and relaxation, and having lunch. I have a tentative dinner with a board guy tonight, and I have no idea who my date will be, nor where she will come from.
But first, I needed some time to address some work stuff that I had been putting off.
I finished working at 11:00, and got dressed and left for the day.
A couple of years ago, I signed up for a free email account at peru.com. It comes in handy for the chicas, and you can never have enough anonymous email accounts. One of the benefits of this account is the spam that they send. It's full of ads for stores, schools… and restaurants. Two weeks ago, I got an ad for Maria Pastor. They advertised a seafood and Criollio buffet for 25 soles. It was sort of in the direction of where my glasses were waiting, so I decided to give it a try.
Maria Pastor
Av. Cuba 1200, Jesus Maria
332-2815
www.cebicheriamaria.com
It was OK. Good; not great. What it did have was a pretty good variety of choices, ranging from soup to cebiche to arroz con pollo to papas reillno. It wasn't exactly gourmet fare, but it was fresh and tasty. I am not sure that I would go back to eat there alone, but I might take a first-timer for an introductory course in Peruvian food. The variety covered many of the popular items here. And besides, I got to walk around a new (for me) neighborhood. There's no reason that I couldn't live in that part of town, if I lived here.
My glasses were waiting for me when I got to the store. I can see again! It's a miracle! Four pairs for $111. I have money to burn! Yeah!
Another piece of spam that I got from somewhere was from a Banos Turcos named Quo Spa. I was able to send them an email, and they sent me an invitation for a free visit. It was my next stop.
Quo Spa
Las Lilas 115, Lince
442-1039 / 9832-4184
Monday-Saturday 10:00 am - 10:00 pm
Quo Spa is fairly new, so not only does it have all the standard equipment (and some extra stuff), but it is all in very good condition. And doesn't get used fairly often, based on my being the only other customer this afternoon.
After I changed out of my clothes, the towel boy showed me around. The facilities were pretty impressive. I steamed and sauna-ed for a while, then I tried to use the Jacuzzi. The water was cold, I was told. Come back in 10 minutes. Whatever.
Next, I decided to avail myself of the Ducha Vichy. It was in a room with a massage table, and had a bar with five or six shower heads directly over where you lie down. It was pricier than a regular massage, but I saved all that money on glasses, so what the hell. The towel boy took me to the massage bull pen to pick my girl, and there weren't any. He gave me some excuse (they weren't doing massages - all the doors were open). I decided to take a nap for a half hour, and when I returned three girls were there, wearing matching short teal dresses. I picked Arianna - it turned out to be a mistake.
Arianna had never done the Vichy shower before, so the towel dude had to come up with us. He kinda explained it to her, wished me luck, and left.
I laid down, and received a half hour of a regular massage. No water, nothing. Just a massage. Not a great one, not a bad one. Eventually, she had her hand on my dick and asked me if I wanted her to proceed. Thinking with the head in her hands instead of the one at the end of the massage table, I said yes. She quoted an outrageously high price, and like an idiot, I agreed. At this point, I should be on a strict leche management system, and hand jobs shouldn't be on the menu.
After cleaning me up, she told me that she didn't know how the Vichy thing worked, and went to get the towel boy again. So he comes, sets it up, and WANTS TO STAY THERE. I throw him out, and the girl just stands there while water runs on my back. It wasn't worth free, much less extra. It gets worse.
All of a sudden, the water gets boiling hot. I tell her to stop, and she says, "sorry, it's on an automatic setting." She would have just watched the water scald all the skin off of my back, if I didn't jump off the table and walk out of the room dripping water all over the second floor. She chases me down, gives me towels, and tells me it wasn't her fault. I didn't care what she had to say. I went downstairs, got dressed (I think that the towel boy likes looking at old, fat, naked men), and go outside to pay. The girl asked if everything was OK, and didn't know how to respond to the answer 'no'. I got nowhere with her, but I wasn't counting on anything, so I just paid and left. Needless to say, I do not recommend Quo Spa.
So far, not the best of days, but I am meeting someone for dinner at Tanta, so it can't be all bad. I was back at my hotel by 6:00.
My first trip to Peru was for a convention. Once I decided that I was going, I did some research here on Club Hombre. There were very few Peru Trip Reports. In fact, just two guys contributed the bulk of the Peru posts. I read every word that they wrote, made copious notes, came to Lima, and wound up having a great time and returning time and again. The reason that I write my reports is to pay back the efforts that those guys (and others) put forth for me. Well, one of those two guys was in town this week, and I made it a point to try to meet up with him. I went to his hotel, and we shot the shit for a half hour - it was real comfortable talking to him, and I'm not always in my comfort zone when I am around people that I don't know.
We left his room and headed to Tanta in Miraflores (Av, 28 de Julio #888) for dinner. I've written about Tanta many times, and I have never been disappointed. Today was no different. I stuck to my tried and true favorites there: Onion Soup and the Tuna dish. Both were perfect. We also split a couple of finger food appetizers. The talk remained every bit as good as the food, so we decided to meet later that night and hit Tequila Rock together. I wasn't planning on taking a girl (I had wasted a bullet at Quo Spa that afternoon), but a visit to Tequila Rock is never bad.
Before that, I had some time to kill, so I went to the casino at the Hotel Hacienda and won six Soles (about $2)! I'm a winner! Fresh off my killing, I walked to Atlantic City, and managed to wrench back $30 of what they took from me the night before. At 11:30, I walked down towards Tequila Rock.
First and foremost, Tequila Rock was always hard to find, for the newcomer. It's inside of an office building on a side street, and there was no indication other than the security guard at the building's entrance. When you're right in front, there's all kinds of ways to tell, but you have to be right in front to see them. Well, no more. They've finally wised up and added a neon sign to the building's marquee, facing you as you walk from Pizza Alley.
So we meet up and walk in at around 11:45. The place is not crowded, but somehow all of the bars are full, except for two seats at the bar by the bathroom. We sit, and my new buddy is immediately accosted by a girl that he knows and has dated once or twice. She drags over a pretty girl and directs her at me.
Now, I like pretty girls as much as the next guy, but I was getting a lot of push from the first girl ("Don't you want to buy her a drink?", "Do you like her?"). I've been in whorehouses once or twice before, and I know the drill, thank you. So I didn't really like it.
But Cristina was really pretty. 22 years old, not too tall, maybe 95 pounds soaking wet, a hard as nails stomach, nice ass, and a beautiful set of fake boobs. They weren't too big for her size body, and she looked great in her shirt. My buddy ran the first girl off, telling her that he wanted someone different, so I was able to talk to Cristina without anyone pimping for her.
I bought her a drink or two while I got a much softer sales pitch from Cristina. My resolve to save myself for tomorrow withered away. Who was I going to find tomorrow that was better looking than Cristina? I went into the men's room and popped a blue pill and hoped for the best. After about an hour, she asked me a second time, and I told her that we had a deal if she agreed to let me take some pictures. I just don't have it in me to talk price to the really beautiful ones, so I ask for pictures or time or something. She says that she loves pictures, and that wouldn't be a problem. I say good bye to my new friend, and off we go.
In the hotel, Cristina lived up to her word, posing for dozens of pictures in all states of dress and undress, some of them not so lady-like. She didn't seem to be in a rush, and things moved from the camera to real life after a while.
There was one bad note. As I was up to the point where I go get the condom, she tried to upsell me, saying that I only got an hour for my money. We had a bad two minutes until she realized that it was not going to work, and then things got back to normal. She may have actually enjoyed herself while we were going at it, or she was a really good actress. Either way, I had a good time with her.
Photos: Cristina 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30
Once we finished, we talked about the hotel a bit, and I mentioned the 24-hour room service. Her eyes lit up, and I agreed to let her order something, so we hung around editing the pictures (I burned a CD for her) until the food came. We sucked down our food, and Cristina left at 4:00 am, both richer and with a full stomach.
Well, it started out as a pretty shitty day, but it improved significantly after dark. I hope tomorrow goes the same way, as I don't anticipate getting much done in the daytime!