Sunday Non-Action & A South American ISG Tour
sunday
on the bus to north quito by 2pm. walking up the street towards club alondras i notice several guys passed out on the sidewalk. hmmmm, the boys in the hood sure get destroyed on the weekends. i see more street wreckage in quito on sundays than any other day of the week. this being my second sunday visit to alondras the pattern is again repeated. really, really drunk guys. this time around, unfortunately, there were no chicas to compensate for the increase in male volatility.
two punks approached me to be my friend. i rolled my eyes and thought “here we go again.” i am sitting right in front of the speakers in the back of the bar. they are yelling into my ear. i am yelling back. after twenty minutes of this my throat is raw answering the same goddamned questions over and over and over again. they are crowded up against me (right up against me), swaying drunk, hammered beyond reason. fuuuuck. finally, after telling them multiple times no more talking, i got pissed off, excused myself to go to the bathroom and walked out.
ducked next door to marquis de sade ii for a beer. definitely a better crowd hangs in this bar. and the bar itself is much nicer. alondras, truthfully, is a shithole. with my peace restored i relaxed and scoped out the chicas. still not much to choose from. i eyed a baby-faced fattie with huge tits for a while.
on saturday i made the mistake of leaving 3 star without a second orgasm, gambling on la fragata to come through. as a result i was more than ready to take down a couple chicas on sunday. but ugh, i just can’t bring myself to screw less than 6.5s. sure when i am smashed out of my skull it occasionally slips by but the norm is carved in stone otherwise.
one freelancer i temporarily eyed in alondras (before i lost sight of her) came up to me here. not bad. tall, slender, long dark hair past her ass. introduces herself. she doesn’t work in the club. invites me to a hotel up the street. she is with two other girls and a guy. hmmm, my spider-sense is lightly tingling. this just doesn’t feel right. and i kind of like the ‘security,’ the set patterned-price and fuckrooms of the clubs. i cut her loose. they exited the bar.
after my beer, tired of the same poorly lit/filmed spain-ish porn loop they had going (europe may control 45% of world exports but their porn is pathetic), i too exited and carefully re-entered alondras. the two punks are gone. hmmmm, there is a newbie here. i wait till she gets up and walks around. kind of a large-r ass, but decent face, long black hair to her ass, so-so otherwise. but i am still struggling. is she a 6 or a 6.5? a table monopolized her for the final thirty minutes of my beer. with another punk trying to strike up an intellectual conversation with me, exhausted over the futile struggle of “6 or 6.5?” i again exited alondras. jumped a bus back to amazonas.
took a stroll around amazonas for potential streetwalker action. a couple spins around reveals only the ‘hot’ ladyboy of saturday night. naw. i’d rather have the real thing for $7 than a cock flapping around in my face for $20.
it came to me in club alondras that i should be taking advantage of all these chica phone numbers i have uselessly lying around in my room. little alexandra, who i was hoping would be out and about today, would probably be pretty happy to spend the day with me. instead of me sifting through the scraps of these ghetto bars wondering if a chica is a 6 or a 6.5. still, i did find alexandra here so it is not all that bad.
chalk up another boring as fuck day. it being sunday it is forgivable. what to do next? hmmm.
other south american countries
with only 1.5 months remaining on my ecuadorian extension i decided to get a better feel for what is ‘out there’ in the other countries of south america. starting with pictures.
in a few hours i had finished the picture boards of bolivia, chile, columbia, french guiana, guyana, paraguay, suriname, uruguay, and venezuela. i am currently making my way through brazil, then onto argentina and peru.
my thoughts? first of all i want to say i post my pictures on the quito board simply to allow the freeflow of story without having to jump back and forth between boards to see the girls i am sexing. i think it makes for good reading / viewing. because i do find it frustrating on other boards to flip through so many posts to find pictures, before departing quito i am going to do two things:
(1) do a massive singular post linking all pictures i have stapled to the quito board in the photo gallery of ecuador, thereby making the photos to be found easier.
(2) i will do a similar large post in the reports of distinction board to summarize my quito action over 4-5 months. i do not do this now simply because, with 1.5 months remaining in the adventure, the ‘story’ is not yet complete.
with a greater overview of what is ‘out there’ in south america i now better understand some of the appreciative comments sent to me, both public and private. jesus christ, the value in posting and pictures on some of these other boards is seriously lacking.
fragmentive, rep001tered information in the reporting. no pricing attached to the photos or where these girls can be found (at the time). the pictures: many of the faces of the girls are blanked out, faces missing altogether with fragmentive body shots. dozens of useless beach, club and street photographs. kid gloves off: photos of fucking ugly, overweight, aged chicas with dumpy asses and sagging tits. many of the pictures have very poor lighting / flash, or they are blurry, or they are just bad angles, poor photography.
of course there are exceptions. of the 1700 plus photos displayed on the columbian board there are some absolutely dynamite looking women for some damn good pricing -- dollar equivalent to or slightly higher than ecuador value on an hourly basis.
probably my favorite two photos (to date) on the isg forum are found on the columbian board, post 459 (page 49). holy fuck is that beautiful. other nice pictures are found in posts 14, 466 (exquisite), 481-82-83 (hot!), 611 (last photo is nice), 684 (first two pics are nice), and post 747 is one of the hottest babes i have glimpsed on the loco-lumbia boards. whew. i would pay some cash to hump that honey!
then i come across posts like “this chick was snuffed out last week by mafia” and the same old columbian retardedness comes to the forefront. i passed on entry to cambodia in se asia for the same reasons: people waving guns in my face for their amusement is not appreciated. there is very little in columbia on a biological and/or physical landscaping basis that screams out at me to see it (that i cannot see equivalents of in other countries of s.a.). the only reason i have ever heard as an alternative to cross its border is the “great chicas.”
well fuck, hiding out in a mansion to penetrate pussy while columbia carves itself up is not my definition of fun. yes, yes, i know it is getting better there. yes, yes, i have met many a backpacker who has had absolutely no trouble in their one to two months of touring there (however they are not mongering at night). yes, yes i know the eastern jungle is on a completely different scale of safety than the west/center. yes, yes, columbians are often said to be the most hospitable people in south america. hell, i say the same thing about my month in iran many years ago (when i was a lot younger), yet that place on a world scale is the definition of fucked up. no, i am not going to columbia to lock myself up in a mansion to fuck pussy.
to my surprise the columbian boards in the beginning were quite good. but the ‘ass clowns’ (love that description by ezinho) who love to consistently overpay, post uselessly (diluting content value) and generally cause trouble (telling the girls their pictures are on the internet?!) seem to be ruining the experience for everyone.
continuing on, again to my surprise is the lack of photos in the venezuela section, 129 in total. having heard how amazing the women are in ven from multiple men the board is a visual vacuum. i expected a lot more.
bolivia, with its five photos, i don’t even need to comment. chile is another surprise. i expected way more from chile. as well as my like of young ecuadorian hunnies i am a fan of gothic, white-skinned skinny-deathly-vampiric-looking pussy. fotolog.com, a non-porn, non-nude site has me drooling in expecting of hitting chile and other countries in the south for this reason (non-pro action). isg? thirteen photo examples.
french guiana: nothing. guyana: nothing. suriname: two photos. uruguay: nineteen photos. at this point, still yet to work my way through brazil, argentina and peru, the most attractive destination for me appears to be paraguay with its 53 photos. the prices seem very nice here. i know asuncion and paraguay are boring as fuck for other interesting things to do, but it may make for an interesting stopover for a couple weeks to scope out the pussies. poster happygolucky has some example chicas on the asuncion board for good prices that i would pay to fuck.
brazil. at least there are shitloads of picture examples. however, most of it does not appeal to me. does brazil have a law the girls can’t wh*re under the age of 30 or something? the examples of young (18-21), cute, petite chicas are practically non-existent. of the 2006 picture gallery, with its 578 photos, posts 387, 303/04 and 260 stand out. of the 2005 picture board, with its 795 photos (i am still sorting through), posts 728/695, 672, 510/511 stand out.
all in all, from what i have seen exampled to date, i am going to continue to fuck my brains out in quito in the time remaining to me. before i am pushed out of ecuador’s borders and back into the amazon jungle.
monday
1pm. time to go scouting in central’s casas before i shift over to the south’s nightclubs. it has been awhile since i hit some of these places. surely there is one hot newbie i can spread, no?
here goes.
[size=-2][b][u]editor's note[/u]:[/b] [blue]i certainly hope that the author or somebody else will post a link to this report in the reports of distinction thread. please [url=http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/announcement-reportsofdistinction.php?]click here[/url] for directions for posting a link to a specific report.[/blue][/size]
Tensions II: Mariela Takes The Eighth, Lucy Balks
Friday
Quicentro mall for a meal and water. Still hungover, feeling weak, managed to get down a meal without puking. Over to Kahlua for a beer. Then to 3 Star. Needed time to recharge. Made the mistake of not calling Lucy over as she sat among other chicas.
When ready I start to make my way to her -- seconds too late. She is grabbed by another guy. As the night progresses I get the feeling she is avoiding me. Did a tour of the club, downstairs and up, about 10pm. She is nowhere to be found. I was ready to walk out. Told myself to be patient. This is Friday -- a day I hate as much as Saturday. You wait hours for pussy, whereas other days simply instantly wave the chica over when you are ready.
On other fronts I am really enjoying watching Vivian getting drilled by other guys, enjoying her work the room. For me to see this, and her to know I am seeing this, it destroys her stupid ‘idealism’ of dual-monogamy. To her credit I rarely see taking down Quasimotos. Most are decent looking fellows.
I continue to see Lucy heading upstairs with other males but she never comes over to me. The night, I say to myself, is pretty much dead at this point. I am tired and feeling devalued once again. I know this is her job but Jesus Christ do these meatheads tip $5 a session? She is obviously taking too much for granted here. Rule: the high of a yesterday becomes the low of today.
I exited the club for an hour, walking around the underpass to cool off, get my thoughts together, take in some fresh air, feel the cool breeze in my hair, watch the traffic, look up at the stars, enjoy the neon stimulation of night. I am obviously taking this too personal. She’s a smoking hot little piece of ass that I am getting attached to. I am also tired, consistently hitting clubs seven days a week on five or six hours of sleep per day. Tired -- and as a result moody, too subjective. Within the hour I was feeling better, grounded. With the resolve re-established I get on with the mission to fuck pink pussy, preferably Lucy’s 18 year hole.
Marched back into 3 Star. I waited. And waited. Lucy flashed the odd smile at me, not showing much intention to join me. Vivian was sitting in front of me getting groped by a guy. Who is standing off to the side of me? She sees me looking at her, looks away but smiles nonetheless. Yes, it is time for a re-entry into my jungle love, Mariela.
Pulled a $20 bill out of my pocket, sidestepped over to her, said hola as I kissed her on the cheek, put the money in hand and asked for the first ever double ficha with her. In doing so Samira’s 7th session is superceded. Mariela takes the seventh and eighth.
It was the best session(s) I have had with her since numbers 3 and 4. She’s always good for photos. I had forgotten she is one of the few petites that suck cock as a beginning. I laid back initially. After a couple minutes pushed her on her back, sat on her chest and fed her more cock.
Missionary to begin. But as is common recently I stayed in legs over shoulders the longest. It gets the greatest reaction and sound effect. A strong thrust here knocks the breath out of her lungs. I put my face to hers and listen intently as I smash her pussy silly.
She has always been somewhat distant in the sack. Upon being asked she once told me she prefers to party, drink beers, chew sours and dance than get drilled. But this is one of those special girls that can get away with being somewhat remote -- at least for now. Hair, cuteness, nice tits (for her size), tiny hardbody -- it works.
I adopted some of Samira’s positioning for this round. Put her on her side, ass to me, stood on the floor and pounded away. Then put her on her back, me still standing on the floor, pussy to the edge of the bed.
Climbed back on the bed. Here I stupidly leaned back thinking the wall was right behind me, fell back some three feet and smashed my head against the wall. Fuck that hurt! Despite the sudden and temporary rush of pain I kept at it, positioned her into doggie and started re-fucking as I groped some titties. She takes it all like a good 18 year old should. Each position was incredibly delicious.
I repeatedly checked the time on the photos I was taking to make sure the knock on the door would not come as a surprise. ** knock knock ** Gave her the signal for flat doggie and built up the pace to squirt my big city love into her cute jungle pussy. A very, very pleasing session. Thirty minutes of pure fucking. Some great 18 year pussy.
I considered a $3 tip but she did a solid double session, taking a lot of mileage, so I decided on $5. If no newbies come along I might want to cultivate her hole again with a couple more drunks and double fichas.
Went upstairs to do some writing. Lucy is over yonder still wasting precious life with a talkative putz. Finished writing, went downstairs and decided what the hell, joined Mariela for some beers. Asked her a few questions. No babies. Mom and Pop plus three sisters and three brothers live in Tena. I wondered why the hell she chooses this lifestyle when she has a good family at home, no apparent need to do this (i.e., no baby to feed).
For the first time in some four months I buy her a meal from the club kitchen. I love it! Ah, the memories. The cook, mami, testifies I have never been in here with another girl. Mariela spoon feeds me the odd bit from her plate as I stroke her long hair.
There is a mirror in front of me and I do a long stare at myself. I ask myself: how far is the experiment to go? How far can I bend reality before it breaks and crashes down on me?
I ask Mariela to come home with me tonight. She says yes. I would love a full night with the original 18 year old that stole my heart. She is the beginning of the ideal, the start of youth-mania. She is not as beautiful as Lucy but the latter has a baby. Mariela is free to do as she pleases therefore commanding the greater ideal in my eyes.
Back in the club at one point I looked over beside me and saw the profile of Lucy -- but it was not Lucy. More fat on this one. Later this chica sits by Mariela and I. She is Wendy, sister of Lucy. Fuck me -- it is a family profession! She tried buttering me up for a drink and/or a ficha. I just looked at her with “whatever” on my face, translatable in a dozen languages.
Mariela and I sat together for four hours, drinking. I am drunk. She is drunk. I know she is drunk because she is holding my hand, fingers meshed. She must have seen me staring at Vivian a few times. For at 4:30am she suddenly says I have too many girlfriends, points out Vivian to me, gets up and walks out of the bar!
I sigh. Some of these chicas take two to three blasts of cum per hour over a night of eight to nine hours yet I, by some twisted logic, cannot stick my wood in other pussy.
Left the bar at 5am. First time ever I closed 3 Star down. I would have loved to snuggle up to her 18 year hardbody -- my jungle cash-sl*t -- for the night, but oh well. Home. Sleep.
Saturday
More of the same early day weakness, barely managing to get half a pizza down. Kahlua for a beer. Over to 3 Star. Picked up some energy. Lucy finally shows at 7pm. I wait twenty minutes as she prettied herself in a backroom.
My primary intention for another session was to teach Lucy to say “I am eighteen” and video the event. Then set up the camera on the tripod, getting her to repeatedly say "I am eighteen" as I fuck her in flat doggie to cum. Plus I had a couple more picture ideas. Being her first ficha of the night I also wanted to smear her pussy juices on my face to keep her scent on me between sessions.
Upon sight of her I immediately slapped $20 in her hands. Uh oh. Here it comes. There is a ficha condition now: no more pictures. Ooookay. Let’s make that a single ficha instead of the double (potentially triple plus tip).
In the room she didn’t remove her bra on some excuse. Showed me a picture of her baby -- extremely beautiful. She mentions I fucked Mariela last night. ** rolling my eyes ** It just never ends with these chicks. Did I take pictures of her too? Yes, I state. With her timer already set I get the impression she is trying to waste time. Enough -- lay down already! Entry. Missionary. Legs over shoulders. Flat doggie. Thassit. Fifteen minutes. Came.
Dressed. She asks for a tip. No. No photos no tip. She protests. I state it again. The rule is law. She tries a different angle, that she gave me doggie position. I’m like “!!!” Say what? Give me a break. I restate NO TIP. She’s not happy but neither am I (fully). I was really looking forward to the new video.
Oh, and she took me to the sleazy rooms this time, not upstairs in the nicer pub rooms. First time ever she has done this. I have obviously been downgraded so I returned the sentiment.
At this point one might wonder: fuck he is burning a lot of bridges lately, having more negative experiences, becoming more negative.
That is the point of the experiment. To take it to its logical terminus with no deception on my part. Fuck the ‘romance’ of it all. To dive into it with full gusto, tear it the fuck apart in curiousity and walk away satisfied, satiated, with the knowledge of a job well done.
ISG board member El Huevon recently sent a private message with some keen insight, understanding this is only a temporary situation for me. That once done I am going to move on and not look back. For Quito is on cheap enough ground to satisfy my curiousity in something I have always wondered about but kept to minimal superficial investigation (in more expensive China).
I travel the earth with the attitude of: I am never coming back so take each and every place for all its worth. The earth is too large, too diverse, too much to see in one lifetime for me to keep hitting the same spot(s). My existence is finite, contrary to the proposed pipedreams of religion. I crave diversity, intensity, experience, knowledge -- for even my travels, as extensive as they may be, are only for a limited time as well.
Back to the subject of wh*ring. It is plainly evident I am becoming increasingly exhausted of females judging me in blatant, outrageous hypocrisy. Something so many of them refuse to acknowledge, to stare reality in the face and call it what it is. It is something I started experiencing from the girls very early on, from July to Camilla to Vivian to Lucy. I am tired of them piling the same shit on my shoulders to smell, increasingly impatient with chicks who think they can think when they should be servicing the cock. That’s what I am paying them to do, not talk me to death. I reserve that right to a potential future marriage.
And I say this: other males would be too if they did this with the same kind of intensity. But short term vacations only allow them a largely superficial glimpse, to breezily skip over the contradictions and frictions.
The tensions of a break, of a super-explosion, to leave Quito have long been building. I have one month plus a bit to see what else lies in the ghettos of this city, to unearth new feline flesh in increasing savagery. (If you want to know what I am feeling like download Linkin Park's mp3 "One Step Closer," when he is screaming "Shut up when I'm talking to you!!" and "Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge and I'm about to break!" Crank the volume as high as you can for full effect. Fucking perfect.)
Don’t get me wrong, it has been a fascinating experience to date. I have done it with eyes wide open, tasted some beautiful and exquisite carnal delight, fulfilled many a long-sought after sexual fantasy. Ultimately, even with the short-term negative experiences, this is a postive thing. It is a thirst for knowledge, experience, to sample what is. I have made sure these adventures will never die, both in lyric and in visual. And to anybody that finds these adventures repulsive, as so many in the world would with their conservative value systems, to them I give a stiff middle finger. No apologies. No regrets. No hesitations. I will smash my way to experience and enlightenment, even if it might kill me in the process.
Ok. Back to 3 Star and Saturday night. Upon exiting the cubical with Lucy I walked past Vivian and friend Kathy. Not in a particularly good mood at the time I scowled at them. Hit upstairs to do some writing. The club is nowhere near as packed as Friday night, allowing me some breathing space. Good.
With the writing done, the mission in focus once again and a surprisingly good mood as a result, I went back downstairs to scope the scene. Vivian is gone. Lucy drifts between clients, sitting directly in front of me for some time. We exchange glances a few times.
Underneath the giant porn screen sits Wendy. I laugh to myself on the thought that I should fuck Lucy’s sister. I had conceived of a “sisters” session earlier in the day, both their asses over the bed and alternating between their holes. But naw, I can’t be bothered to fuck fat. Kept watching porn.
Bailed for La Fragata. A 7 I have been eying is there. The most responsive I have ever seen her towards me, smiling, winking, as she dances with another guy. Tied up for too long however. And her bum is just a fraction too big in those jeans.
Headed for La Galeria 200. Closed. What the hell, I am in a good mood. Let’s go to El Swing. Heeeyyy, Carol of La Fragata is here and looking damn fine. In fact, the chica quality of the place has picked up considerably since my first and only visit. Watched a striptease and it dawned on me: is this Latina Addict’s infamous El Swing chica?! It has to be. I followed her to a different stage. She’s decent looking all right, just starting the decline from her peak years, but still lots of energy. After the dance she is all over this guy like a chimp to a banana while he is practically ignoring her. Yeah, it has to be her. She is spaz incarnate.
Carol is sitting over yonder in a dark corner apparently trying to avoid males. I shake my head in wonder. The cutest girl, however, is still the super slender negrita waitress. She finds me staring at her several times and wears a big smile in response. Very nice. But I can’t be bothered in taking the time for a non pro. Nor do I want to hang around till the place closes.
A really weird incident takes place. A guy who is some ten feet from me suddenly stands up and starts yelling in rage while he is staring directly at me. Security immediately got hold of him, held him back. He’s screaming some shit I do not comprehend. I don’t remember seeing this guy before. A psyched-out drunk I guess. He is taken out of the bar. Latina’s girl is saying “No problem. He’s crazy.” -- as she motions with her hand to remain seated, calm. Staff is also motioning no problem. Fifteen minutes later I cautiously exited the bar. Went for chicken. Home. Sleep.
Sunday
Bussed it to Club Alondras. I wasn’t in the mood for this shithole but it being the only Sunday option in Quito (no, I am not going to Noches de Paris!) decided to suck it up and go. Spotted a 7 that I wanted to fuck. In a couple minutes she disappears into a back room and do not see her again. Ugh. I hit next door. Nada.
Back to Alondras. She’s back. But again she leaves a table of guys and disappears for an hour. Returns to the same table of guys. I have been burning holes in the back of her head the whole time. Finally, with me waving, I get a chica’s attention beside her. She obviously has the awareness of an amobae. For a third of a second she glanced at me, did a pathetic uninterested wave and turned away. Ah, some great Sunday inspiration in the big city of Quito. Threw my hands up in the air, jumped the bus back to Gringolandia.
Going for spaghetti I spotted a cute street thing. Andrea, 18 of Esmereldas. Jesus Christ, did Ecuador's government at some point in the past financially compensate every parent that named their girl(s) Andrea?! Or is this name the wh*re-ideal?! Ok. Slapped $15 into her hand. Took her to Lafayette Hotel for a fuck. $5 for room. Ugh. She looked cuter dressed. Did my thing, fed her some cock and cum, moved on. The clubs are advantageous in the sense that the girls can wear a greater variety of clothing (thongs, swimsuits, lingerie, etc.), allowing you to see what you are buying beforehand. No surprises in terms of physical quality.
Monday
Bussing it to La Luna this afternoon. Need to find a new 18 year pussy to make a video with.
[size=-2][b][u]EDITOR'S NOTE[/u]:[/b] [blue]I certainly hope that the author or somebody else will post a link to this report in the Reports of Distinction thread. Please [url=http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/announcement-reportsofdistinction.php?]Click Here[/url] for directions for posting a link to a specific report.[/blue][/size]
My take on Cafe Rojo and Kat
All,
I went to Cafe Rojo and wasn't that impressed. I went on a Friday night and there were a TON of guys there and just a few girls, and I didn't think they were that great. In fact, most weren't even good enough to attract any of the 400 guys there.
Kat, on the other hand, had much better girls, IMHO, plus it is an a better neighborhood with other things like restaurants (it's at Orellana and Amazonas). The girls were thinner and pretty, and there weren't that many guys (Sat., about 9PM). I got a hot girl with big fake boobs named Nena. Her attitude wasn't that great, though. She told me that they place goes all night, sometimes until 6AM or later.
One other note: Don't expect the taxi drivers to know these places. Not one taxi driver I spoke to knew any of the places, so make sure you have the address if you are going to a place.
Good luck to all!
Q:How do you know you've been in Quito too long?
[QUOTE=Tungurahua]What the hell, I am in a good mood. Let’s go to El Swing. Heeeyyy, Carol of La Fragata is here and looking damn fine. In fact, the chica quality of the place has picked up considerably since my first and only visit. Watched a striptease and it dawned on me: is this Latino Addict’s infamous El Swing chica?! It has to be. I followed her to a different stage. She’s decent looking all right, just starting the decline from her peak years, but still lots of energy. After the dance she is all over this guy like a chimp to a banana while he is practically ignoring her. Yeah, it has to be her. She is spaz incarnate.
[/QUOTE]
A: When you go back to El Stinko LOL!
And I can't believe that crazy b*tch with the tats is still working there! Is she still running around pantyless in the club, forcing lap dances on guys?
Anyways, enjoy your last month in Ecuador, Tung. If you're getting tired of Quito, have you thought about checking out some other cities? Just curious because I am thinking of returning next year for a shorter amount of time, to check out the cities I didn't get to see earlier this year. Cuenca might be interesting; it's the 3rd largest city in the country. And the coast sounds nice too, Manta, Salinas maybe. Also there's a city called San Lorenzo up north near the border with Colombia, haven't heard a thing about it (have any info Friky00?) Just curious with what's outside Quito, and it seems like you have some free time on your hands and are an experienced traveler. The "Other Areas" thread could use some of your posts!
Also one last question...being in Quito for such a long time, do you ever get bored at all? Just curious, I thought 4 months there was boring personally, but you know a lot more places to monger than I do, so maybe it's not so bad for you...
[QUOTE=Artisttyp]I have not committed to guayaquil yet.It depends if the bus service is reasonable and if the hotel will hold a room for me without having to give my credit card info on a public computer.[/QUOTE]
I hope you go to GYE, that section is dying for up-to-date trip reports as well! There's gotta be something good there too...
[QUOTE=Spyderman]I went to Cafe Rojo and wasn't that impressed. Kat, on the other hand, had much better girls, IMHO[/QUOTE]
I've never read a post stating that Nightcats had better looking chicas than Cafe Rojo, just proves my whole "off-week" theory I posted about earlier. Go back next week and who knows what casas will have the quality girls...
[QUOTE=Spyderman]One other note: Don't expect the taxi drivers to know these places. Not one taxi driver I spoke to knew any of the places, so make sure you have the address if you are going to a place.[/QUOTE]
Can't argue with this! If only the taxistas had the casa knowledge of Friky00! Maybe you should think of a career change, Frik...