Day Seven (Bonus Day)

I woke up early, and packed my stuff so I could check out at noon, while leaving my bags behind the front desk. I had to go to 4 banks, before I found one to take my card. The one I had used earlier in my trip (turn right outside the Etoile, down 1 block past the corner, turn right on the right), wasn't working for some reason. I had to have cash, because I had only enough to pay the hotel and my changed flight. I finally found a Banco Boston on Santa Fe that worked. While I was in the taxi Mayra called to confirm that she had arranged for a driver for that night, and I returned to the neighborhood of the hotel to just hang out at the cafes, take pictures, and flirt with the girl at the restaurants. It was a nice way to spend a morning. The staff at La Estrada were especially friendly, insisting on taking photos with me, and showing me the menus (one in Spanish, one English). Around noon, I decided to take a Monday afternoon shot at Orleans café. The waiter knew me by now, and gave me a good seat. The place was packed with local businessmen having lunch, two other Americans that had just arrived the day before, and maybe a half dozen girls. I sat and sipped my espresso, and watched more girls come and go. There were a couple of real cuties, but definitely on average 5 to 10 years older than the club girls. I'll bet if you had time to be patient you could pull some decent sessions. I called the guys, and they decided to come down to meet me after Leo finished his current date with Sandy, so we could go to lunch. Of course I was working a little portena, getting her number for my next trip, when the guys walked in tossing me shit about always working. It's a tough job… So, we went to a restaurant a couple blocks down San Martin called El Estabo that Sandy had suggested. We had the best steaks I've had on my trip. They had to have been a pound or more, perfectly seasoned, and perfectly done medium rare to my taste. 13 pesos for the steak, 20 for my share including beers, a bottle of wine, and an after dinner liquor. Then we took a stroll down Florida for a few blocks, while getting practically attacked by the street girls. One particular group pinched us on the asses, it was hilarious. I had only a half hour to go, so we parted ways there, and the rest of my day was uneventful, just the usual…don't want to leave but have to..

Final thoughts of my trip will be posted tomorrow.

EZE

El Estabo is a very good restaurant! Just across the street is a cafe/pizza restaurant called Chez Bleu, a hangout for many of the working girls.

I am not sure what day you were there, but I think our time wound up overlapping by one day....so it is possible that I was in the same places you were in on the same day! I took a couple of newcomers to Orleans, and we wound up eating at El Estabo.....

Like you, I did my best to lay the ground work for a future visit by talking with several of the girls, Rosi and Valeria in particular. Valeria is younger and not as hard as most of the chicas who work in Orleans....I may pursue her in the future....

Valeria told me the girls had to pay Orleans 30pesos per day to hang out there...and she had not had a date that day. She also commutes 2 hours each way from her barrio in the Provencia of Buenos Aires, switching from train to bus along the way. Her face brightened when I handed her 30 pesos and told her that while I did not have time for a date that day, at least she would not go in the hole.....I am hopeful this small gesture will pay tremendous dividends when I do get around to taking her out.....One more thing about Valeria...I asked if she had silicona....NO, she replied, Silicona, NO....Leche, si! So if lactating females are your thing.....look up Valeria......

Thanks for the tip on Chez Bleu. I loved El Estabo and plan to return next trip. Natalia was the cute little number I was working that day in the cafe when the guys walked in, she was sitting to the left, and I believe Rosi was sitting to the right of the door as you walk in. We left the cafe around 2:30 or 3:00. There were maybe 7-8 girls there when we left.

I bought two of the girls lunch on different days during my visit, just to talk. Gestures like that have a way of getting the girls to remember you. You, my amigo, are one sly Dawg(college football reference only slighty intended being a Buckeye myself!).

EZE

For the future, I'm pretty easy to spot, mid forties, long dark hair slicked back in a pony tail(re-living my wild youth). One of these trips we'll cross paths.