Its not as crazy as you would think but costume watching is fun. IMO its just another night in the zona with bars advertising big blowouts but hardly delivers. On that note ANY night in the zona can be fun. Depends on you and your bank roll.
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Its not as crazy as you would think but costume watching is fun. IMO its just another night in the zona with bars advertising big blowouts but hardly delivers. On that note ANY night in the zona can be fun. Depends on you and your bank roll.
I have spent the last 2 Halloweens in Tijuana, and plan on making it 3 in a row. Its nothing to crazy but much more festive than a usual night. You will probably find it to be more memorable than your average trip.
Some of my Halloween memorys. Having a pirate giving me a BJ / HJ in a Zona parking lot. Suprised at the number of people who would take there kids trick or treating in Zona Norte. One bar was passing out candy to the kids and condoms to the adults. A lot of drinking and crazy costumes make for good photo oppurtunities. The last 2 years I went dressed as a monger. This year I'm feeling some pressure to go in costume. Not sure what to do.
Anyone here eat at these stalls? Talking about the one across from the corner in the vicinity of Adelitas and there's another one on the side of the Alley when U-turn right from HK. They serve them up in a cup. Was salivating watching people eating them but wasn't sure on how fresh they were.
So as to avoid an ultralong post I'll break this up onto multiples.
Rocky the Flying Squirrel wanted to get together this last weekend. (I call her Rocky because she has lots of energy, is very short and I feel like Bullwinkle, tall dumb and slow, standing next to her). So I made some reservations for Friday night at the Villa Marina in Ensenada.
Friday came. I'd loaned my car with the SENTRI sticker to a relative who proceeded to lose the registration and insurance card. So, I had to dig up replacements which took time. I was about 90 minutes late because of all that. I crossed at the Otay checkpoint and picked her up. After dropping off a relative near 5 why 10 we hit the road. It was a warm day and a very nice drive. I hadn't driven to Ensenada in probably 20 years or longer, although I had stopped there on a cruise probably 5 years back.
We finally arrived and checked in. Tijuana spoils you for choice in good hotels, among other things. All the nicer places were booked or ridiculously expensive. VM was neither. Upon arrival I saw why. It's very old and very basic. The room was clean but, again, very basic. A bed (very hard, like a Thai bed, which I liked) , a table and two chairs, a couple of nightstands and a sort of desk. No dresser for clothing. Ultra thin carpet on the floor. Shower / tub combo with a neat feature. No matter what temperature you set the water on it would cycle from cold to absolutely scalding every 20 seconds or so. It made showering a bit of a sport, trying to time your lather and rinse so as not to freeze or become hospitalized with 2nd degree burns. Oh, well. It was only $62.
We were famished and went to find some food. All the stuff to do is along Lopez Mateos. Right by the hotel is the El Cid hotel and the attached El Rey Sol restaurant. They have a nice little outside eating area and we opted for that. We had the mushroom appetizer (plenty for two) consisting of large button 'shrooms sautéed in butter and onion, flambéed with brandy, deglazed with white wine, then beef stock reduced into a pan sauce. Prepared tableside and absolutely delicious. Next was a Caesar Salad, also prepared tableside and even better than Caesar's in Tijuana. The waiter claimed they won a recent Caesar Salad competition, beating Caesar's in Tijuana, and I believed him. They have a rather extensive local wine list, much of it from the L. A. Cetto vineyards. The place is almost as expensive as anything in LA, but the food is delicious. Highly recommended.
Afterwards we strolled over to the waterfront. It was getting to be dusk, the cruise ship had weighed anchor and things were winding down. Hell, the whole place beginning to look like a ghost town. We hired a fishing boat for a harbor tour (200 pesos) and watched the moon come up over the hills. Quite nice, highly recommended. Then we walked back to the hotel. It was getting a bit chilly and we wanted to change before going out.
We arrived in the room and began to change. She was standing in front of the mirror at the desk when I walked up behind her for a hug. I began to nuzzle her neck. She began to moan softly. Suddenly the dam burst, clothes went flying and we were going at it like minks. Mish, CG, Asian CG, back to Mish. I was wearing out when she asked where I wanted to cum. Just as a joke I said "Your mouth." She just stuck out her tongue, pointed it in the air as if licking something. Then she slid down, stuck Jr. In her mouth and started stroking him for all she was worth. Damn. I started pumping in and out of her mouth and it felt great. But I wasn't getting there despite her best efforts, so I switched back to Mish to finish, covering her belly with my "tres litros" as she calls it. What a gal! She went to clean up and get ready and told me to take a nap. So, I obliged.
We were both ready to head out about 8:00. We went up to the top floor where they have a dance floor, live music and a bar. Beer is 30 pesos but it's 2x1. The music (at least that night) was mostly Cumbia variations. All the patrons were locals, confirmed by the waitress. After dancing. 3 beers each and some carne seca with Clamato, it was approaching 10:30 and time to move on. Down the elevator and out into the night.
We walked out of the hotel and down Lopez Mateos. I remember the days when it was wall-to-wall tourists all night. Now most places are closed up tight by 8:00. Kinda sad.
Things began to pick up the closer we got to the "bar area." Hussong's looked like it was starting to get busy, but Ms. R made a beeline for the place next door. It was decorated on the outside like a pirate ship, presumably for Halloween. You go through a hallway, up some stairs and into the main bar that has no roof. Somewhat glitzy white chairs and banquettes, purple lighting, weird tall rectangular boxes served as tables. The name of the place was Lutzenkirch (with an umlaut over the you) , which the waiter insisted meant "illuminated church" in German. I suspect the person who named the joint didn't speak a word of German. They played a house mix reminiscent of Coko Bongo but not as loud. We were the only two customers in the place. I will say that things tend to get started late there, as it was beginning to get a bit busier by the time we left somewhere around midnight. Three appletinis, two flaming shots and one tequila shooter set me back about 500 pesos, perhaps explaining why it wasn't as busy as other clubs.
We left and I insisted we make a lap of Hussong's. In the old days it was wall to wall gringos. The last time I was in there, about 5 years ago, there were exactly 4 customers. Dark days indeed. But now it was paced to the rafters with locals. Mariachis playing in the middle of the floor, more waiting in the back. Like Tijuana, it seems the Ensenada bars have reinvented themselves.
Out the door and across the street to the original location of Papas & Beer. There is another large one in the area, with different music, but we didn't make it to that one. Again, no more drunk-ass gringos, just loads of locals. We grabbed a table and had a couple of brews. The mix here is much more on the techno side, and it really wasn't my cup of tea. After a couple of beers we decided to split.
The waiter at lunch had recommended La Choperia, so that was the next stop. It was now somewhere around 1:00am. The place is laid out in a similar fashion to the one in Tijuana. The joint was jumping. We found seats at the bar where I got a huge icy mug of Modelo and she kept knocking back her Tecate Lights and flashing her tits at the bartender. Well, to be honest, only once or twice. They had a decent band in the other room and, after a while, we picked up and moved closer. Then closer. Then a lot closer. Actually, Rocky moved and I just followed. The band was pretty good. Even the guy running the mixing board belted out some great vocals that all the girls loved.
Closing time. 3:00am, finally arrived. We were both still standing, although Rocky just barely. The place started to clear out so we followed suit. Seems all the places close at 3:00 and there were no after-hours places that I could see. It was just as well. So we headed off, rather unsteadily, to find some food and the hotel.
[QUOTE=Phordphan;1486394].Mish, CG, Asian CG, back to Mish. .[/QUOTE]As always Phord, you've got fantastic TR. There is only one thing here, please teach me: What is exactly an "Asian CG"? What is the difference from a regular CG or American CG?
Thanks a lot,
Tony
After leaving La Choperia I had to find some grub. Here's where things got weird. I may have forgotten to mention it, but when Rocky drinks the filter between brain and mouth disappears and whatever thought crosses her mind at any given instant becomes verbal. Things like telling a waiter what a fun guy I am, another one what an unfaithful louse I am because she suspected I went to a hotel with somebody else, that we're visiting from Tijuana and LA, etc. It can be fun and terribly embarrassing, sometimes all at once.
First we hit the only available hot dog stand for some great hot dogs. Is there anything better than coming out of a Mexican bar half drunk, into the cold night air, and having a bacon wrapped mystery-meat hotdog? Nope, didn't think so.
Next we started trying to navigate down Lopez Mateos to the hotel. We passed a taco cart with some delicious smells and I had to have one. So we walked up and ordered a fish taco. Rocky suddenly wanted to sit down and demanded to know if they had chairs. The proprietor chased away some lady sitting in a chair and gave it to Rocky, then another for me. This was surreal. But she plopped right down so I followed suit. Very strange.
After paying we toddled closer, ever closer, to the hotel. But an evil 7-11 popped up and blocked our progress. Rocky darted in and demanded to know where the sandwiches were. OMG. Then she wandered around for a bit, nabbed a can of juice, then accosted the clerk again, inquiring about the sandwiches, which were directly in front of her. I was just along for the ride at this point. The clerk and were just exchanging glances. She picked out a sandwich, I paid and we were off again.
So close. But a block away, up ahead, were two figures. As we drew nearer I could tell they were women. One was semi-OK, the other looked as if she'd fallen out of the Ugly Tree and hit every branch on the way down. As we were approaching, Rocky starts blurting greetings and announcing where we were from. The girls turned around. Next thing I know Rocky is inviting them up to the room. OMG. The scary thing was that the girls seemed amenable to the request. I made some lame ass excuses about the bed being too small for four, not having any power (seems that one only works in Thailand) , etc. As I tried to gracefully extract us from the situation and head the last few yards to the hotel Rocky says "Ooh. Putas!" Then told me something to the effect that we could have them both for 1, 000 pesos. I don't know if she made that up or what, as I didn't hear that. But the last thing I needed was two strange streetwalkers, at 4:00am, in my room with no safe and me passed out in bed.
We finally made it into the room and got partially undressed. Rock laid on the bed and said something like "Come here and fuck me." I said wait a minute while I remove my contacts, which took about 1 minute. When I got back to the bed she was sound asleep. I can't say I was surprised.
If you stay in the hotel and want to sleep late, don't choose the 3rd floor. The traffic noise is unbelievable. I woke around 10 and couldn't really get back to sleep, but we dozed until close to noon. Poor Rocky had a headache. She did her best to give me a good handjob but I've never been a morning person and even less with a minor hangover.
Now here comes the funny part. Over coffee later she mentioned that she had no recollection of buying the sandwich. So, I started asking her about the tacos, the chairs, the putas, etc. Poor girl just blushed and her eyes got a little wide. She had no recollection of anything after the hotdog cart. OMG. I laughed my ass off telling her about trying to have a foursome with two streetwalkers.
We headed back to Tijuana in the afternoon. It was an uneventful, scenic drive. Traffic in Tijuana was a mess, as usual. I took her on a couple of small errands then dropped her off at her place. I gave her 1500 pesos, then headed for the Otay SENTRI line. Got into the line about 5:45 and was across before 6:00. Cool.
So, tons of fun, will repeat. My SCUBA instructors were correct. BWRAF. Brown Women Really Are Fun.
[QUOTE=Phordphan;1486775]So, tons of fun, will repeat. My SCUBA instructors were correct. BWRAF. Brown Women Really Are Fun.[/QUOTE]Great report Phordphan!
I'm glad you broke it up into parts. It's hard for me to focus on anything for more than 10 minutes lately. Old age sucks!
Thanks again for reporting life outside the Zona Norte.
[QUOTE=Tony Giavanni; 1486702]As always Phord, you've got fantastic TR. There is only one thing here, please teach me: What is exactly an "Asian CG"? What is the difference from a regular CG or American CG?
Thanks a lot,
Tony[/QUOTE]Thanks.
Asian CG is CG but the woman squats and remains on her feet. Regular CG the woman is usually on her knees. If the woman has reasonably strong thigh muscles Asian CG will result in longer, better stroking action than regular CG.
[QUOTE=Phordphan; 1486945]Thanks.
Asian CG is CG but the woman squats and remains on her feet. Regular CG the woman is usually on her knees. If the woman has reasonably strong thigh muscles Asian CG will result in longer, better stroking action than regular CG.[/QUOTE]Wow , never realized that one until now. So that is called "Asian CG". In fact that is my favorite position though it gives too much stimulation, therefore can't do that too long. Thanks Phord. Live and Learn. Cheers!
Tony
Thanks Phordphan for a great report and another restraunt review. Before I did my Ensenada getaway I to was there once on a cruise ship around 5 years ago. Hmm wonder if we were on the same ship.
Ensenada sure does make for a nice mini vacation. A great place to take your favorita for a nice getaway. The drive down is beautiful and it actually feels like you are going on vacation. When we ended up leaving the bars in the wee hours the place was like a ghost town. I do remember seeing a 7-11 but streetwalkers and food carts, wow where did you find those?
Edith at Hotel Eduardo (days) would always do CG in Asian style.
Somebody said she's returned, but I haven't seen her.
[QUOTE=Hugotheman; 1486983]Thanks Phordphan for a great report and another restraunt review. Before I did my Ensenada getaway I to was there once on a cruise ship around 5 years ago. Hmm wonder if we were on the same ship.
Ensenada sure does make for a nice mini vacation. A great place to take your favorita for a nice getaway. The drive down is beautiful and it actually feels like you are going on vacation. When we ended up leaving the bars in the wee hours the place was like a ghost town. I do remember seeing a 7-11 but streetwalkers and food carts, wow where did you find those?[/QUOTE]I think the food carts were just luck of the draw. The hotdog guy was doing a fairly brisk business and I saw no others. The taco cart was the only one I saw and he looked as if he was ready to shut down. The streetwalkers were an absolute fluke. The stretch between the bars and the hotel was completely empty. These two were probably headed home and we just happened to catch up with them.
I agree with the mini-vacation thing. It's a nice getaway.
Hi Gang,
I'm planning to be in the San Diego area on Saturday and was wondering if anyone could recommend a good sports bar for Saturday night in T. J.
I'm hoping to catch the Aztecs-Fresno State and Stanford-Oregon State games before returning to the beloved Calle Coahuila area for a night cap. Hoping to see the games at a place that will have some audio and not too much noise from the music, etc.
Big hello to my old running mate Tom J. Hope to run into you again sometime soon.
Big Rogbowski
I haven't been down in a month because I've been busy and was still a tad pissed about the last weekend trip. However, I was itching to see my favorite and it was Artistyp's birthday on Saturday. So with those factors, I had to stay for the weekend.
The exchange rate was 12. 66 to one; so I stocked up. I get to the Ticuan around 3 on Friday, check in, and said hi to all the staff; I'm family there dammit! The female manager is freaking hot! Her ass is made for my face, but I'm too scared to tell her that. A quick shower and change, it was off for tacos and HK. When I entered, Diago was already there sitting with a real hottie. We scored our back booths and just waited as our buddies (chicas) came by and say hello. Artistyp came in and it was game on. We had the cousins over for a while; I love them. They sit, play, and drink very, very, slow. I call one mi esposa (the dominate one) , one mi novia, and the blonde, mi hija.
A couple of days before I came to town, Artistyp e-mailed me and said he had someone I had to meet. Damn, he gets around and I'm always grateful for his mass knowledge of every place he visits. While in HK, I'm texting this new girl, let's call her the Bomb, short for Bombshell. I set up a meeting at the Ticuan for 7:30, because we have plans for Las Pulgas for later in the evening. But before my date, I wanted to make a run through LC, BG, and BT. So at 7, we leave the cousins in tears (because the future lack of fichas in the their near future).
LC, no one that I knew, but Diago knew a few. Stopped in BG and I'm just standing near a booth scanning the place. This fucking drunk local walks up and wants to beat my Gringo ass because I was blocking his way to his booth, even though there were three other ways to get to his seat. He was a small dude and I'm sure one good punch would do the deed, however, he had a few other friends in the booths. After being sucker punched in HK, I try to avoid conflict at all cost. So I backed away, but Diago moved in and went face to face with this fucker. Basically Diago told him that he was drunk and he was sober and either back off or get fucken hurt; the dude sat down quickly.
In BT, I see this petite hotty and quickly fell in love! But it was one of Diago's girls; fuck! However, Diago and I have been known to share, so I do get her number, quickly finish my 2 for 1 drinks and head off to the Ticuan for my date. Walk in the lobby, seen my date, and was very fucking happy. We went to the bar, had some cocktails, got some sliced up limes and salt, and headed to the room.
I have a bottle of Corralejo in the room, and it turns out she loves Corralejo; BINGO! We are doing our best to drink the damn bottle, laughing, playing, so forth. Hell, now the meet up at 9 turns into after 10. Turns out that Diego and Artistyp are in the hotel waiting for my dumb ass to show up. We come down, and I introduced the Bomb to Diego, and I'm not sure, but I think he started salivating! I apologized for being tardy and off we go and meet up with 6 chicas for the concert at Las Pulgas. We turned the corner and it seemed like hundreds and thousands of people were in line going to the same concert.
I was about trashed at that point, and knew I needed to keep moving to survive. If I had to wait in that line, I would need a nap first. So I slowly backed out and said my apologizes again to Diago. Artistyp jumped on my bandwagon and we headed back to La Coahuila. Back in La Coahuila, I entrained Artistyp for a couple of hours with my drunken antics, it was a good time; I think. When all was said and done, Artistyp safely tucked me into a cab and I headed home to the Ticuan.
On Saturday, I woke up surprising early, at 10. Headed for breakfast at 11 at Cenaduria. I'm sitting down, drinking red wine, hung over as hell, and then heard my name being shouted in English. Well, the staff know my Spanish name, so I was confused. It turned out to be Keg in the back of the place. He joins me and we discuss monger destinations and such. After we part, I'm back to sleep. My favorite is coming to the hotel at 3, and I need to rest for her. At 3, I'm at the bar waiting for her, I get a text that she is working until 5; fuck, back to bed!
At 5, I find ABC out of the hundreds of channels for the Florida State / Clemson much awaited game. I was ready just to relax and watch Florida State stomp the fuck out of Clemson, but got a text at 5:30; dammit! Usually I have the TV on HTV (Latina video music channel) , but I was not about to miss the game. So I put the TV on mute, and streamed in HTV music on my laptop; all is good now. During sex, the best position to watch the game was doggy. Reverse cowgirl also worked out well. Turned out to be a great session. Florida State was scoring a lot and so was I; best of both worlds!
Met up with Artistyp and we headed to Nikki's to chill, but the fights were still going, so it was not a chilling atmosphere. Guitarrefreak joined us as well for the birthday celebration. I asked Larry about the few complaints in relation to his sandwiches and he gave us a couple of sandwiches to checkout ourselves. The pork and beef sandwiches were pretty damn good! Larry also provided the birthday cookies and ice cream, with candles to boot! As Artistyp blew out the candles, I'm sure he was making a wish for some nice ripe asses to lick for his remaining days in Tijuana. Thank you Larry for helping with the celebration and the tasty sandwiches!
Artistyp wanted to head to Playboy. I personally swore off the place, but it wasn't my birthday, so what the hell. Playboy has done some remodeling and has a different look and a different feel; I like the changes. I was attacked from behind from America, who used to work at Nikki's, and then AB. I asked her why she made the move to Playboy. And in an animated way using her hands and special noises, she told me she was getting fucked too much and how her pussy was gaping wide at the end of the night and she could hear echoes coming from her snatch. Fuck, she had me in tears laughing.
But I was there when the Earth Stood Still in Playboy! I fucking kid you not, Artistyp brought a girl over and BOUGHT a ficha. Jesus tap dancing christ! I thought, what's next? The pope would start liking little girls? She was quite the cutie. When she had to dance she threw her panties at Artistyp. Big mistake on her part, because he fell in love with the panties and the heavenly scent that came from them. She almost had to fight him to get the panties back, but he did let go; reluctantly! Lucky for me, I know that Artistyp has good sense of humor. I should have headed back to the Ticuan at this point, but I met one of Artistyp's street cuties and ended up a 4 dollar five star hotel.
It was a good weekend, no cop or girl problems. And the bonus of hanging out with my buddy Artistyp on his birthday to top it off.