I went back to sleep after Salome left & woke up late afternoon. By the time I was ready to go out, it was too late to visit a daytime casa, but still early for the nighttime action.
It came as no surprise when my camera acted up during yesterday’s short photo shoot with Salome. Today, I experimented in the precise locations in my apartment where I intended to take pictures. The camera had difficulty focusing under low light conditions. With sufficient light, I could see the flash go off. Yet many a picture turned out totally dark. It seemed as if the flash synchronization mechanism was going awry.
In portrait, the flash generally worked properly (80%). In landscape, the flash generally malfunctioned (90%). I tried different lenses. I tried different flashes. I tried multiple flashes. Made no difference whatsoever.
An alternative was to shoot without flash at high ISO values. With a fast lens, I got the shutter times down to acceptable levels. But changing the ISO value & turning the flash on/off while switching between portrait and landscape would surely try the chica’s patience. Changing lenses would be even more impractical.
My trusted camera had been reduced to a piece of junk. My new camera was waiting for me across the ocean. But the old gear still worked pretty well in portrait. And people are portrait-shaped!
Model Search
With all the camera experiments, I forgot all about tonight’s model search. After checking my notes, I decided to visit strip club San Diego. I had no intention of doing a ST on the premises. I wasn’t gonna pay the ridiculous multa. But I could collect some phone numbers. And I may be able to take a chica home at closing time.
Another interesting option was the streetwalker scene outside San Diego. If all else failed, Plan B was to go back to Lindas Chicas.
San Diego
Before walking into San Diego, I checked out the side streets for streetwalker action. Not a single chica in sight. Oh well. I was early.
Once inside, I ordered a Corona and scoped out the joint. The first few strippers I saw were fat & ugly. I was really disappointed with the selection. But as the night progressed, I spotted quite a few chicas I liked. Gorditas rule, though!
A few girls were quick to make a move on the new kid on the block. They weren’t my type. And they asked for a drink straight away. And they wanted to go up straight away. Their aggressive sales technique was a real turnoff.
San Diego was also my first run-in with the Colombian non-smoking laws. Unlike in other South American countries (Argentina, Uruguay), the smoking ban is actually imposed. I spent almost as much time smoking outside as drinking inside. But the frequent smoking breaks did give me a chance to check whether there was any streetwalker action outside the club. I never spotted a single chica.
On a busy Thursday night, the attractive chicas were in high demand. It took some time before I managed to talk to any of my favoritas. Katia was in a hurry to get to the room. She showed no interest in coming to my apartment. And she wasn’t the only chica I spotted meeting up with her Colombian boyfriend later at night.
Another favorite was sitting at the table next to mine. She was with a local guy her age with Ricky Martin looks. Yet when he tried to give her a kiss, she turned her cheek. Que fria!
After dancing on stage, the chicas make their rounds to ask for a tip at every table. When I ran out of small money, a girl came back at the end of her tour. She’d made over 30k COP!
I don’t know how many dance routines a chica performs in one night. But I’m sure the strippers can make a decent living without having to fuck anyone. Where’s the incentive? Whereas the San Diego chicas seemed like barracudas, the customers were great. They loved to talk to me. They were crazy about my Russian cigarettes. They were offering me free shots of rum or Aguardiente. If only the girls showed such warm hospitality.
According to my notes, San Diego was supposed to close at 2 AM. But it was still rocking at 3 AM. Who knows how much longer the place would be open. As meeting a girl at closing time was no longer an option, it was time for Plan B.
Lindas Chicas
When I visited the casa yesterday, the gate was open. Tonight after 3 AM, there was a big padlock on the gate. I thought the casa was supposed to be open 24/7?
I looked for a bell, but couldn’t spot one. I was carrying my phone, but didn’t know how to call a landline from a cell phone. I tried shaking the gate to attract their attention. To no avail. So much for Plan B.
Prado
Plan C? I could check the streetwalker action around Prado. But there was no sign of the cute girls I’d spotted the night before. Only transvestites were out at this late hour. They were really aggressive and quick to show me their huge silicone tits. I wasn’t impressed!
Plan D?
I couldn’t think of a Plan D. A bad day at the office!
Loso
(Message edited by _Loso_ on June 03, 2009)