Waking up after only 3 hours of sleep again, it hit me that my hours here were fast dwindling, and I had time to lay there and reflect on my successes and failures this trip. I definitely did a lot of the things I wanted to for our little hobby, with the exception of photos (that I am willing to share), but fell woefully short on my tourist activities (I will try to do better with the photos on my next trip, sorry). So, the plan I made for the day was to head to the Orleans Café, and then go to San Telmo for the bazaar and flea market, to buy gifts and assorted mementos for this trip. The wind was actually howling outside my suite, and it was steadily raining. By the way guys, pack an umbrella, it's the little things that can make all the difference. I got up and around, then packed all my stuff, other than the things I would need that day. I headed out around 11 am, and met a lady in the lobby from Houston who basically had the same plan (excluding the chicas downtown), for the day. The difference between us is that she is in antiquities, and actually has some clue what she is looking for. I, on the other hand, was winging it. As I understand it, the flea market is only open on Sunday's, but the galleries can be shopped on any day. I took a taxi to the café which is on the corner of ==fill in later(( on the opposite corner from the Phoenix hotel, for around 5 pesos. Some of the taxi drivers don't know the places we visit, so make it a habit to have the exact address of where you want to go written on a piece of paper, so even if you don't speak Spanish, you can communicate exactly where you want to go. I actually drew little maps on the backs of the note paper from the hotel, to make it easier. Being mothers' day, the action in the Café Orleans was very slow when I arrived, so I sat there inside, watching all the beautiful girls stroll by with their mothers, while drinking some good strong espresso, and avoiding making eye contact with the rather homely (by BA standards) girls. After a little while, I had a decent lunch, of a steak and cheese sandwich, and papas fritas. While there, I asked if I could take some pictures of the café, which they allowed me to do as long as no customers or girls were in the photos. Then, I took a flagged a taxi for San Telmo. At this point, I want to mention that where ever you go in this city, there are taxis available, and I never waited more than a minute before flagging down a Radio Taxi.
San Telmo: Do go to the market at least once when you come here, it is an interesting place with lots of antiques and great stuff for gifts in the indoor galleries. I spent a couple hours there, and caught a taxi back to my hotel to drop off my bags. With several hours left before my flight, I went back to the Orleans, and chose a very petite little brunette named Lilo, I negotiated her down to 80, from the 200 peso asking price, while explaining that (because she was not up to the standards I now have) I was only interested in por boca. She promised it would be primo, so off to my hotel we went for what I thought would be my last quickie session of the trip. Bless her little heart and
tongue, she did a great bbbj to which she swallowed the payoff.
Lilo: Claimed 21 years old, and looked thirty, petite, below average by BA standards, but great if you like the average Mexican pro.
Face: 4, I know, I know, but I only wanted a polish, not the whole deal
Body: 4, a little flabby around the hips, and saggy tits
Attitude: 8, the girl seriously earned the 20 bucks I spent
GFE: didn't exist, because I didn't want it.
Skills: 7 for the bj, couldn't tell you about the rest
Overall Experience: 6, because the bj was so good, and she left immediately after with a 10 peso tip.
Photos: You've got to be kidding, none wanted
After getting my last girl (so I thought) to leave, I finished packing, and double checked my flight info. Unbelievable, I got the departure time mixed up with my November trip, so I flew down to reception for a quick getaway.
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