Routard's Dutch Antilles Tour
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Next morning, I took the Dutch Antillean Express plane to Aruba with a stopover in Curaçao. It was strange for me seeing Campo Allegre from the plane and being unable to visit it. I arrived at Reina Beatrix Airport in Aruba, took a renting car and dropped my bag at the hotel [url]www.talkofthetownaruba.com[/url], conveniently located near the airport and the center of Oranjestad. All other hotels being in the touristic area north of Oranjestad, it’s probably the closest hotel from the San Nicholas scene. I drove towards San Nicholas and followed the indications I had found on ISG. After the police station, I took right towards the Valero refinery and entered into the centrum. I soon noticed the famous Charly bar on the right side of the road, on non monger bar, but a good land mark. I soon noticed all the bars with clear signs and knew I was in the Red Light District. It was early afternoon, and most bars wee still closed, so I made a quick survey of the area, trying to locate all bars on a map. I counted nearly 30 bars, most I Van Der Veen Zeppenvelt street (Pleasure Zone, Pianito Bar, Black and White, Mindis, Kiss Me, Ray Manta, Bongo Bar, CopaCabana Bar, Fantasy, Chesterfield, Caribbean), but also the parallel road of Rembrandstraat (Surena, Venus), the side ways between these two streets (Carolina, Papa Giya, Bananca), two in front of the Refinery entrance (Caracas, American Bar) and a couple of bars further away (Sayonara, Mariflores, Hollywood). All bars have different opening times, some are open, some are not. When bars are closed, girls tend to wait for customers behind metallic grilled doors. I felt uncomfortable seeing my dear Colombianas behind these doors, as if they were in prison, but I guess it doesn’t make much difference to them waiting for customers in the bar or behind these doors. The Red Light District is safe, as the rest of Aruba, even by night. There might be some guys trying to get money out of tourists, some drunk visitors also, small hassle but nothing dangerous.
I entered Pianito bar that was already opened. There were three girls discussing with a few customers at the bar. Most customers in the Red Light district are Venezuelan, Colombian and Antillean workers from the refinery, very few tourists. The customers being Latinos also, there is a lot of social time. Music is mainly Latin, and the girls are often invited for a dance. The girls get propinas on the drinks, but they are inexpensive. I initiated discussion with one of the girls and she explained me how it goes. Pricing for short session in the room is 30$ or 50 Guilden while customers are supposed to pay a couple of drinks before to the bar as well as a couple of $ for the room. TLN is available but 200 Guilden for barfine and again 200$ for the girl. When the bar is closed, the girls wait behind the backdoors for customers and pricing is the same except that there is no bar fee anymore. Compared to Saint Martin it’s cheaper. Funny there is a strong contrast between the two scenes. The bar scene is just as natural as it can, it looks like a friendly bar were people meet, drink and dance together. But when the bar is closed, the street action just looks like the Calcutta prison brothels with the girls behind the grilled door while the visitors walk or drive with their car along.
I walked out of the bar, wondering which bar to visit next and I couldn’t hold to check out Carolina’s Bar, simply because it had the name of my favorite brothel in Saint Martin. I entered and there were two girls in the darkness. I noticed how young both looked, unusual in Saint Martin. One of the two approached me and introduced herself. Fernanda was indeed just 19. I remembered how chicas had told me that most girls started first in Aruba as it was the closest from Colombia. She looked so sweat and innocent that after a couple of drinks we went to her room. She was working only for two weeks, and I noticed how unprofessional she behaved. We started kissing and I understood she was simply unable to protect herself and disconnect her feelings from her job. She simply had sex on a natural way as if I was her boyfriend. I usually have to work very hard to get a professional girl lowering her guard, but she simply had none. There had not been any special mutual chemistry between us, but she simply let herself go. All her body was reacting on everything I did. She responded to my kisses, I caressed her and felt her pussy becoming more and more wet. But she had learned the only lesson they had given to her about safety. She soon insisted on putting a condom when she felt my dick getting closer to her pussy. I started missionary to control. I went deeper and deeper each time she became more and more wet. While I was completely inside her, she initiated the rhythm with her hips. I felt her pussy becoming more and more wet, and she was just enjoying it as much as I did. Trouble was that I started to fear that I would get less and less stimulation, her pussy becoming too wet. She simply compensated it by moving stronger and stronger her hips. I was not sure about it, but I believed I could notice her silent orgasm, I released everything too. While I exited, she was not experienced enough to do what most hookers do, secure the condom with her hand when exiting her pussy. Her pussy was so wet that the condom had remained inside and she ran to the shower to remove it. She came back, I apologized but she smiled and didn’t seem to worry so much about it. She seemed so young and innocent, I felt guilty for having taken advantage of it, but on the other hand there was no doubt she had had a good time also. We showered, dressed up and returned to the bar.
When I exited the bar, it was already dark and I noticed a few young and fit Dutch guys living on the island. All the chicas in Saint Martin have all consistently told me the same stories. They all had experienced there first love with a customer in Aruba during their first trip abroad in Aruba, each time with a young Dutch. Lucky guys!
I had a business dinner, left San Nicholas and came back later at midnight. The scene looked more impressive at midnight, but I felt safe walking around. There were small groups of guys walking around, but I couldn’t notice anything unsafe. All bars were open and I decided to check them out one by one. Some bars are easy to walk in and out, but most have buzzers, which make it inconvenient just to watch the available girls. Still, I had no trouble just entering a bar and exiting a minute later without ordering any drink. I did them all and they all looked the same with each one having two or three girls. Only one bar was different. Chesterfield bar had six girls, but I noticed also that there where much more customers, which made it hard to approach them, at least the prettiest.
It was nice having surveyed all the brothels of Aruba in one night, but I just couldn’t get used to this scene. There were up to 60 or 70 girls but spread in 25-30 bars, not very convenient. I liked the casual atmosphere in these bars, the young and unprofessional attitude of most of them, but I prefer to have them all lined up in a same place to make it easier to choose. My GFE radar had trouble working in such environment. I know some of you like it having the girls separated in order to avoid interaction between girls which allows to manage several regulars on the same time. But as I was there just for one night, it didn’t make any difference. It was nice having visited the San Nicholas scene as it’s part of the Colombiana pilgrimage, but the SXM scene just suits me more.
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