Ariana and I kind of woke up at around 6:30. We messed around a little, but neither of us was overly excited about the concept. We chatted for a little while (she forgets that I only have basic Spanish skills and prattles on and on). She asked my plans for the day - I told her that I'm looking at an apartment for me & mom when we come in July, and I have dinner plans with an amigo, not to mention changing hotels. She had some schoolwork to do (studying to either be a dentist or work for a dentist, I'm not sure) and then needed to put in an hour or two at the clinica. We decided to part ways, and I told her that I would call before I leave. I will, too.
We didn't discuss money, but she charged me $50 the first time I saw her for an hour, stayed longer the second time (I think I gave her $70), and slept over last night, along with treating me incredibly well. So I had a decision to make - how much?
She came to the hotel at 9:00 last night, we went to a great dinner, she came back to the hotel, and had a lot to contribute to the best sex I've had in a while. I gave her cab fare plus US$120. She didn't look at or count the money when I gave it to her - she just put it in her bag and thanked me. Was $120 too much? Who knows? It probably was, considering her economics. It certainly was worth it to me. And she will gladly rock my world whenever I want. What a great night.
I walked her downstairs and put her in a taxi. On the way up, I stopped at the restaurant for breakfast, and they refused service because I was wearing shorts (at 8:00 in the morning on Saturday). I was the only customer in the restaurant, so whose senses would I have been offending? I'm glad that I'm leaving.
I went back to the room to update my notes and continue to pack. I am meeting the apartment lady at 10:00 am, and then I'll come back and check out of here and move.
Well, I met the lady - the apartment was not great. I will have to talk to mom - we may wind up in a hotel when all is said and done. While I was out, I popped into Supermercado Wong at Ovalo Guitterez. The Claro kiosk had a sign announcing new service (a SIM card) without a phone for just 15 Soles. I have a friend from home joining me next trip, so I picked up a chip for him, and will lend him a spare unlocked telephone. And he's in to me for almost $6!
I got back to the Radisson, finished the last of my packing, and checked out. I wasn't hallucinating; the hotel did charge me 90 Soles (plus 10% service charge) for each of my guests. The people were very nice, and I didn't want to break their hearts, so I just told them that I would be staying with my friends for the rest of my visit.
The taxi made the 9-block ride to the La Paz Apart Hotel in less than five minutes.
La Paz Apart Hotel
Av. La Paz 679, Miraflores
242-9350
http://www.lapazaparthotel.com/
This hotel is a mini (and much more personal) version of an Embassy Suites back home. All of the rooms have a living/kitchen area in front, with a hall leading to the bathroom and then to a bedroom. They provided me with a cable for the internet, and the rooms supposedly have air conditioning, but the AC in room 202 did nothing but move the air around. I don't necessarily need cold air, but I like to keep the windows closed (it keeps street noise out and room noise in), so the air is helpful. The room wasn't huge, but it was serviceable, chica-friendly, and for $162.50 for the three nights, a fair deal. Especially considering that it is smack-dab in the middle of Miraflores. You really couldn't ask for a better location.
It was lunchtime, so I headed down Av. Reducto to one of my favorite places, Fiesta Gourmet.
This is my second visit to this restaurant, and if this keeps up, it may kill me. I didn't think that I ate all that much for lunch, but it nearly crippled me. At least I would have gone down with a smile on my face.
My meal consisted of a causa-like item (mashed potatoes with cebiche on top of them) and arroz con pato (rice with duck). It was so good that I seriously think that if they had given me twice as much rice with duck, I would have continued eating it until the ambulance took me directly to the hospital.
I had planned to go to Relax y Vida #1 after Lunch, but I seriously needed to lay down for a while, so I put that plan on hold, and went back to the hotel at 2:45 to pass out.
The phone rang and woke me at 5:30. It was one of my friends who lives in Lima calling to make plans for what else… dinner. We decided that he would pick me up at 6:30. My buddy shows right on time.
There's a million great restaurants in this city, and I would like to eat in all of them. Somehow, when I get together with this one guy, we can't get where we want. Since I now had a local, I called the place I couldn't find my first night here. The guy answered, told me something, and I was happy.
We get in his car and can't find the restaurant. So my amigo calls. Yes, the guy on the phone says, I remember the American who called before. I tried to tell him that we were closed until May, but he just wouldn't listen. So much for my command of the Spanish language!
Since we're already on San Martin, we go to Antigua Trattatoria. I've eaten there before, and had a very good meal. Tonight's was no different. My friend had the lasagna, and I (keeping it light) had a risotto loaded with seafood AND NOTHING ELSE.
We both cleaned our plates while we caught up with each other's lives over the last six months. As good as the food was, catching up with an old friend is even better. I didn't get a copy of the check, but I think that we both threw in 50 Soles to cover the meal, drinks, and tip.
My friend drops me off at the Marriott. I call a driver that I have used before, and ask him to pick me up at 10:00 pm at the Hacienda. I was hoping to head to Los Olivos to check out Club Anaconda, and then, Scarlets.
I played until the witching hour, and then waited in front of the casino until 10:30, leaving two messages for my no-show driver. I didn't want to just flag down a taxi and head to Los Olivios to club hop, so I went to Atlantic City casino to play blackjack and come up with a new plan.
There was no new ground broken with Plan B. I cruised Pizza Alley. The working girls might have been a tad more attractive than normal, but still nothing to write home about. However, Saturday night is Saturday night, and there were plenty of civilians to ogle at for a while. I got tired of that and hired a driver for a couple of hours to take me to Club 69 and wait for me.
I got to Club 69 (one of the other top-end nightclubs/whorehouses in the city) at around midnight. The place was packed with hot young women, and I am immediately swooped down upon by one of the older and less beautiful employees. I clearly told her that I was here 'just to look' and I wouldn't be leaving with anyone tonight, but she thought that she knew better. She monopolized my time and did her darndest to make me change my mind. Her hands were everywhere, and eventually mine were, too. Then, she thought that making out at the bar with me would break my resolve. OK, I was probably sending her mixed signals, but that happens. The problem is that the other girls leave you alone while you're 'occupied', and this was prime time on Saturday night, and there were plenty of customers to go around. I finally tipped her 50 Soles for her time, and spent another 20 minutes watching the beautiful girls kanoodle with other guys.
When all else fails, head back to the hotel, fire up the laptop, and call in for a girl, right? Right.
I started looking/calling at 1:50. At 2:10, someone answered the phone at the number on Kimi's ad (PDF of her ad). Sure, she said, she could be over in 20 minutes. 150 Soles plus taxi money. Send her over, I said. We will see.
Exactly 30 minutes later, there's a knock on my door. Kimi walks in. She's 18 and has a smoking hot and tight body. She kisses me and we get the money settled. She may or may not be the girl in the ad, but I am happy with her in either case. And she knew enough to tell me that she was 'Kimi', so I will give them the benefit of the doubt.
Since there's nothing do in this hotel room except get to business, that's what we did. She has a really nice body, even naked, with a small but pretty rack. We made out for around 10 minutes while getting undressed. Kimi was responsive and moaned in all the right places. She went out of her way to make sure that I was enjoying myself, and led me to believe that she was, too.
So we (I) finished up in a blaze of glory, and we hung in bed for a few more minutes kissing and chatting. I brought up the subject of her being so pretty that I would need to take some photos. She agreed, as long as we hid her face. Here they are:
Photos: Kimi 17 18 19 20 21
She hung around for a few more minutes, approving the photos on the computer. I then got her phone number (and real name), tipped her (she was shocked), walked her downstairs, put her in a cab, and was in bed by 4:15.
Considering that I thought I had killed myself at lunch, it turned out to be an OK day.
Thanks for sharing.