Stopped over to see if my lunch/dinner waitress was working, she was. Received a nice warm welcome but not what I expected or even had hoped for. Seems the infatuation had worn off much more than I had wanted. Later I discovered this was the genesis of some sort of soap opera life I lived during my trip. Decide to head to Lacomar. FYI had reported it as one word; actually two La Comar. Took some photos so you fellas can see just how nice this place is.
At one time there was a Hard Rock Cafe at the center of LaComar. It was closed in August, but seems there is something moving in. Doing some remodeling work. Might be a great place. 2 stories high and if it's a bar/disco might be a real hot spot. There are also two other nightclubs at La Comar. There near the restrooms, was told it's OK for locals but not much to offer a gringo.
Returned to the hotel and see if Mann44 wanted to try a little afternoon delight. Tried a phone number struggled thru some language problems but finally felt rather confident a couple of girls would show up. Didn't happen. If you want to take part in this side of Peru you really do need some good Spanish speaking skills. Do I ever need to learn more Spanish before my next visit.
More soap opera; Headed to Pizza Alley for dinner. The male part of the staff proceeded to inform me my dinner waitress was VERY angry with me. Why? The girls I was with, aka the female part of the friends I made in August, were prostitutes. Just what she wanted me to stay away from. Obviously many thoughts including "just whom does she think......" Strange twist I'm almost certain he had to have been the one who told her. I find this hard to believe but also feel he wouldn't be saying this if it weren't true. My side, one gal was cute, nice chest but over weight no thanks. The one that joined us the previous night had a terrific body but lost it from the neck up. The other gal was a different story. Cute and had I met her under different circumstances would do her in a heartbeat. I still found this to be hard to believe, but eventually convinced him if they were prostitutes, which I still have had my doubts, that was not the reason they were with me. He would explain to my gal and sure it would be OK. Curious as to why he would tell her such a thing, looking out for his friend, surely. There was another reason, but uncertain what.
After dinner and a short nap I headed to Tequila Rock. Like usual took the long was thru Pizza Alley and Kennedy Park. Never know what one might find. Much to my surprise I come across the female friends I had met in August and their friend. I eventually learned the brother and sister (the cute one) had moved a little closer, but still a ways from home. The other gal was a long ways from home. Two of the gals were cool but the one was blushing big time, had the look and actions of someone who had gotten caught. Maybe they are? The rest of my trip I seemed to see the one gal in a different manner. The doable gal, her brother and I eventually formed a good friendship. He seems to look up to me. During my visit many times he asked my advice on personal issues. Like many young kids the relationship with his father was a little strained. Had to tread lightly as I agreed with his fathers actions. Explained in question form what his father might be trying to accomplish. I had a good thing going, might not be worth messing it up. But still have some real desire for that gal.
Walked into Tequila Rock. Still less than I had experienced in earlier visits. Place did get rocking later and did find a nice local to exit with. As soon as this gal spotted my camera on the nightstand she was certain to inform me no photos at all. 15 to 20 minutes later I'm in heaven, back to the sessions and reason I fell in love with this town. Deep kissing, lots of foreplay, BBBJ and terrific sex. Now things are looking up and glad to be back. Compared to others this gal was in a little hurry to leave but made certain I had a couple of rounds before she did. Then again it's nearly 5AM and I'm certainly ready for some sleep.
Woke the next morning and had that huge smile I wear while in this town. By the end of the trip my mentality seemed to change. There were times my decision on a gal would or could hinge on photos. Some declined and not abnormal for me to kick them back. The level of service theses girls give changed my attitude. I never turned them down, even quit asking. Really didn't seem to be part of my decision or thought process.