Colombia Sampler Plate (11/22 - 11/30) - Cartagena Segment
[I]I really wish I'd finished writing this when I said I would -- the first two days are written a couple of days after the fact; everything else I'll be posting (including the subsequent posts in the Cali and Medellin sections) is stuff I'm just getting around to writing now. I'm not sure how useful this will be for people, but I did get a lot of info off these boards, so I wanted to at least try giving something back. I ultimately found I enjoy Cali and Medellin about equally albeit for different reasons, with Cartagena in third -- I'll be visiting Medellin again in a little under two weeks, so I wanted to try to get this whole report posted before I go on that trip and start getting shit all mixed up. If there's any questions, feel free to PM me![/I]
[B]Day 1 - Cartagena[/B]
As many warned me, Cartagena was a place I wouldn't not regret visiting, but do not plan of revisiting in the near future. It is partially my fault; I decided to pay the prepago roulette rather than waste my time in Cartagena strip clubs knowing that the price would go down and the quality up in the next two cities of my trip -- this ultimately led to a low success rate of the picture matching the girl.
My trip started with an inauspicious moment as I walked towards the security checkpoint in JFK; my wingman was nowhere to be found, and was not checked in when I'd gone to board the plane. When I landed in Cartagena and grabbed and airport taxi to the Mirador, I finally heard from him -- he had to go (literally) bail a friend out in the middle of the night and left in enough of a rush that he'd left his phone at home. After convincing him not to just give up on the trip (he'd already prepaid for a lot of things and I trusted that he'd cover any extra expenses incurred due to his absence, but it's the principle of the matter), we booked him on the earliest flight the next day for $500 (Avianca wanted upwards of $1000 to change his ticket, which is a recurring theme with them -- no more of my money will head their way if I can help it), and I finally got to the task of unpacking and showering at 7 at night.
The penthouse I rented from Juan Aventura suited my needs; for $170/ nt, we had panoramic views of the ocean, dual kitchens and living rooms, and a hot tub (which didn't heat up but did have jets). I'd generally agree with the overall assessment of Juan's higher-end rentals; while they are most certainly comfortable and definitely in key locations with lux building and floorplan setups, the amenities could use with a touch of updating if they're to be in continued use, even in the next 1-2 years. Having said that, we were steps away from coastline, and a pleasant stroll from the shops and restaurants on the upper end of Bocagrande. The cab ride only took about 15 minutes (by far the shortest of the three cities), and there were pharmacies and liquor stores within a 2-3 minute walk. Of the three days I was there, I predominantly used Uber, but there was only one instance to memory that a taxi wasn't available within 30 seconds of being outside.
Properly settled away (and fed after a tasty churrasco from Riquisimo BBQ down the road from the Mirador), I spun the wheel on the photoprepagos roulette and picked up Martina (not sure if it's cool or not to post links, so I'll just say that her tagline is "bella paisa de visita en cartagena modelo scort hermosa" and that she's priced at 140 k), who was downstairs promptly. I signed her in, took her up, let her be moderately impressed by the view (I wouldn't be shocked if she'd been there before), and got her undressed. Of course, I didn't think to check her front picture for signs of photoshopping, and she had a rather obvious see-section scar. Now while see-scars aren't a dealbreaker for me, I make a relatively focused effort to not pay to fuck girls with them, so the fact that this happened to me more than once on this trip was a bummer. Her ass, while nice and round, definitely had it's fair share of stretch marks, and I was now pretty cognizant of what I thought was what would happen if I paid 140 k in Cartagena. The fucking however, was outstanding (another common denominator on this trip), and she was more than happy to switch positions of her own accord and throw her ass back at me with some real lust behind it. I got a good shot in after a bit, and politely declined her offer for another go. I showered up after her, and slid her 10 k for the taxi before seeing her to the elevator. Afterwards I went back inside and browsed Lindisimas, didn't get a call back, hit my vape pen a few times, and crashed watching Hulu on my computer.
[B]Day 2[/B]
Woke up early and went walking around the area. I'd been to the casino early in the day yesterday and went back to see if I'd come out ahead. Though only by about $20, I triumphantly strolled out of the Casino and caught a cab to take me to a bigger mall in the area, only making a stop along the way to get a Claro SIM; on the way out of the Casino, I tried using my card to find out that it doesn't work in CTG. Agitated, I find that my bank has decided Colombia's designation as a "risky" country by OPEC was enough to keep them from processing any transactions in Colombia; strange considering I mentioned Colombia being in my travel plans in our previous chat. After a bit of hassle, I ended up WUing myself the money, then getting a bite to eat at the Dogger next to Giros why Financias. It's definitely no joke that in terms of non-pro eye candy, Carta takes the cake (IMHO) -- Medellin has no shortage of beautiful women, but being in Laguito reminded me of being in a somewhat less sophsiticated South Beach (though not by much).
My wingman makes it in and is immediately trying to make up for lost time (as soon as he finishes gawking and telling me that I never let him down on the view or location); we hop on the photoprepagos website, and find him something he's into (wish I finished this sooner; I forget the name / type of chica he picked out). The penthouse basically functions as two separate one-bedrooms if you shut everything properly, so I head upstairs after we have a few cigs and hits of the pen to see if there's anything I like. Weary of stories of Bocagrande touts, I deferred to an online service I'd heard about in passing called Lindisimas. Indeed the pictures for Paula looked on-point, so I called up and had them bring her through. Unfotunately, the pictures had to be several years old, as she looked like a noticably aged version of what was going to show up. Normally I hold protest over this sort of thing, but between picking up my wing and all the hassle with the bank and WU fucking up my afternoon mongering plans, I was quite ready to get one off, and she did at least have a half-decent set of tits. A good hour of fucking and a few showers later, I sent her off with 200 and a 20 k tip despite the bait and switch, as I was still using the DR's metrics of effort and GFE, and was surprised that she was such a spirited lay.
I come out and my wing is with his girl still, so I slid over to Mall Plaza El Castillo to get some things for the place, resolving to take my wing to the colmado for the basics later. After marvelling at the cheapness of everything against the backdrop of the American dollar, and the hotness of the girls in the area, I headed back to the Mirador. Me and the wing walked around for a while, then swung by a liquor store to get some aguardiente, rum, water, gatorade, cups, shot glasses etc. Pleasantly surprised to find my only bringing my 1-2 leftover pills from AC with me was a good strategy, as even name-brand blue pills were a little under 19 k COP for a two-pack -- unheard of for me. We considered hitting LDV since it was nearby, but we were both pretty drained from the events of the day, so I took him down to the same place I'd eaten yesterday and had another great meal (my wing freaked when he realized he hadn't even spent a ten spot). My wing caught a second wind and wanted another girl, but I was knocking out; after 10-20 minutes of no success calling a few girls, I gave him my phone and laptop and wished him best of luck, and knocked out not much longer after the fact.
[B]Day 3[/B]
Knowing this was our last full day in CTG, my wing was up early. Used to the way Sosua operates, he got up early to see if he could catch a girl coming out of someone else's place. Apparently after he walked a bit, he ended up taking a cab and befriending a cab driver in the process. My wing is a light-skinned mixed dude from Brooklyn who could / does pass for Latino; the dude buddies up to him real quick, sells him some party favors (apparently the best / purest he's ever seen in his life at discount prices), and gives him his number so we can hit him up for some girls later. When I wake up, my wing is already beaming like the sun; apparently not long after coming back from his trip with the cab driver, he did stumble into a cutie that was walking from the Hilton and added another to his body count. After we get some food, we decide to give the cab driver a call. An hour or so later the dude shows up with two alright-looking 20 why / os in the backseat. He's trying to tell us that 250 k flat for each is a great deal, and goes on about how these are just some nice girls from his barrio trying to make some money and blah blah bullshit. The girls look good enough, and I've long since consigned myself to the fact that hotter girls await in Cali and Medellin, so we take them upstairs. Both definitely don't have the cool edge of the prepagos we'd seen thus far; they were legitimately surprised and excited by how high up we were and how much stuff we had, and more or less seemed like regular 20 why / os. My wing wanted the brunette and I was obliged to give her to him, but for some reason he took the other girl to check out a different part of the PH, and by the time he finished doing that it was much too late. This girl was pretty fucking tight; we had to stop a few times at the beginning so she could readjust, but once she got her groove, it was a quality fuck. She didn't have as much T and A as I typicaly prefer on a thicker girl, but she rode me like a champ, and never complained about the tight fit.
The girls hung for another 15-20 as we waited for the cab driver to come back. Manny gave his girl a shirt, and I gave my girl an extra 30 (I wasn't convinced they'd be seeing more than 50% of that money if that). At this point, I was pretty tired of paying the prices I was shelling out for the quality of girl I was getting, service notwithstanding. The wing convinces me to go out and walk to the beach with him, which evolves into us taking a taxi back to the casino in the Intercontinental Hotel. After some gambling, we walk back and see a tall, busty chocolate chica and her shorter, slimmer friend with some perky tits. My wing prefers darker-skinned girls, so I tell him we should go over and at least see what's up. I grab the number of the one my wing doesn't want (turns out she's in MDE, and I'm so set on wrapping up CTG that I tell her I'll call her when I'm in Medellin, since she's supposed to be there at the same time), wait for my wing to negotiate the other one meeting him, and we head up. Unfamiliar with the concept of Colombian time, my roommate frets as the 30 minutes she promised turns into 90. As we give up on her showing up and both decide to hit the convenience store so he can grab mixers and I can get some water, we reach the lobby and who is standing there except the girl my wing picked out, cleaned up and looking six different types of sexy. I give him a headstart to banging his girl by volunteering to get his mixers and leaving them on the couch in his living room. After returning, I check Tinder to see if anything worth responding to hit me back, then knock out.
[B]Early Day 4[/B]
We grab breakfast from Riquisimo and begin packing. After dumping any items or substances that won't pass a security check, we head out for Cali. The ride to the airport is again short, and the weather out is nice. As we pass by the walls of the old city again, I find myself kinda bummed that I didn't take more of my time to check out what is surely a beautiful South American city; it'll be a while before I make my way back up to Cartagena on a short trip, but I do plan on seeing it a bit more thoroughly at some point in the future.
"The place with the pool".
Is called "El Paraiso de LOS Marineros"- any cab driver can take you there.
[QUOTE=RubMeister100;1818465]Thanks for the info Soldier!
I did actually RTFF before I *posted my two questions and found a lot of information. But I didn't see anything about the (1) FKK-style place I saw on TV and (2) wasn't sure which was the popular beach area.
I googled around and found the link to the news report I recalled seeing the place with the pool. (Google ABC News cartagena prostitution to find it).
However, my recollection didn't include the sordid aspect of the focus of the report. So it would not be a place I'd want to go anywhere near for obvious reasons.
Thanks again for the info and thanks especially to the guys who sent me PM's with a welcome to CTG and offers of great information!
*Just for reference, here is my original post:[/QUOTE]