El que se enamora pierde. "The one who falls in love, loses".
OK so here is a report and experience that I had about 5 days ago. I headed to the forty-nine club late at night. There were mostly 7's and a few 8's who were all busy of course. I asked an 8 how much for her service and she said its 240 k and the club makes it mandatory to buy a bottle or media which costs 140 k. I said I'll come back later. I then went to the club next door which is less fancy and you can tell. I went around the room and didn't see much until I saw this girl who had a 10 face and petite body sitting with her 2 friends. Probably the most beautiful worker I ever met with an amazing smile! I asked her if she did a show or servicio and she said she didn't, we then chatted, laughed and talked for about 10 minutes about ourselves. She (20 years old) usually works at primero de Mayo clubs and she accompanies people who buy drinks (that's how she makes money). She said that she didn't really go upstairs (rooms of sex service) with people she didn't know. She and her friends were working in that club just that day to check it out. She asked me to dance and we did for about 10 minutes. The song finished, so she then went back and sat with her 2 friends. I didn't really know what to do because I certainly didn't want to buy a bottle so I went to her and said that I'll be back (club closes at 5). I went back to the 49 club and came back in 15-20 minutes. I looked for her and couldn't find her, I saw her friend by herself sitting down so I asked her where her friend is and she replied "she's upstairs"(which I'm sure means upstairs with another guy) I asked her friend how much is it to go upstairs and she said 150 k. I got mad and I left to the 49 club again LOL I came back half an hour later and saw her sitting with a man, she looked at me and smiled so I went to use the bathroom upstairs and another chica was calling my phone so I also talked in there for about 10 minutes because music was too loud to hear in the club. Upstairs there are rooms and a dance floor with more tables. When I got out, I saw her standing outside the bathroom surely waiting / looking for me. When I got out, we made eye contact and I smiled, she smiled but I left (I Remembered she went "upstairs" I left to 49 club again and decided to come back and get her number for another day and when I came back she was sitting drinking with a man (don't know if it was the same one). It was 3:20 am, so I left for my hotel. I'm sure if I asked her for Servicio after we danced, she would have done it. But moral of the story guys is "El que se enamora pierde" which is a famous phrase in Latin America which translates to "The one who falls in love, loses".
Altitude sickness in Bogota
Am I understanding correctly that Saturday and Sunday are going to be dead in Santa Fe and elsewhere due to the dry law?
Arrived in Bogota yesterday. Guys, soroche hit hard.
BTW, no one here knows what "soroche" is. Must be a Peruvian thing. Here they call it mal de altura, if I'm not confusing anything.
It hit me differently than Cuzco. In Cuzco I had a severe shortness of breath and headaches for the first day, but the next day I was fine. In Bogota, I didn't feel anything at first. Then I had a beer. My heart began pounding. Then I went slightly uphill back to my hotel. It was a short one-block walk, but I felt exhausted. Got in the room, lay down for 15 minutes. My heart rate kept pounding. Accompanied by a headache and bad pressure around my temples.
The coco leaves tea did nothing for me.
Decided to take it easy and found a tantra massage called Mantra. $140 for (supposedly 1 hour 20 minutes. Had a very nice massage with a nice tantra-like finish, done by a girl called Carolina. Nice girl and not a bad finish, but I had much better in Siem Reap and Hamburg of all places. The receptionist never bothered to give me a change from 150.
Thought I'd call it a night expecting to wake up relaxed and recharged. No such luck. Today did some touristy things in Candelaria and Monseratte. Every step uphill was a challenge. Got back to the hotel, had a couple of drinks. As I'm writing this, lying in my bed, my heart is making 130 a minute. It's clear to me that I'm not capable of drinking or making any physical exercises tonight. Am I fucked or what? What if this persists for all 5 days I'm here?
Should I ask a girl to do all the work for me, LOL?