A strategy for 'stay away from her, she is HIV +"
I'm living in Eritrea and within 6 weeks had 2 girls telling me to stay away from other girls because they were HIV positive. Unless they have the lab report right in front of them, no one will never know. With the enormous stigma attached, my belief is that no girl would share her HIV status with anyone, especially the competition.
So in one of the cases I simply told the girl that the girl I was with said she was HIV+. Man, this created a firestorm. They called me and denied they ever said it and were scared since the girl threatened to beat her up. In short, doing this teaches them a lesson to keep their mouth shut.
Again Good Time In Eritrea
I am too grateful to this site not to contribute, even if with delay. But I record all my daily action on a little pad in my mother language.
I stayed one month in February 2010 again in Eritrea (cf. Precedent memo February 2009).
So infos from this time.
I came from Europe with LUFTHANSA (898 E)- as I enjoyed SANAA the previous year with YEMENIA. But to be seen once in consideration of troubled political situation. (The other option from Europe or US is EGYPTAIR, but fatal crash statistics of this company is not good).
Landed on due time at ASMARA airport (around 22 pm);
Usual disorder in the goods and currencies declaration area.
First very important act in ERITREA: declaration of all your currencies.
But on entry, it is purely declarative, they never control. They control your remaining currencies in hand when you leave and compare with this precious document "Currency Declaration" which you kept and made stamped each time you exchanged at Official Exchange Bureaux.
This time to subsidise my anticipated debauche, I underdeclared my currencies of USD 300. As pocket money to pay girls in US cash as they change it afterwards at least at double of official regulated rate (in fact I did not spent so much in one month)
Accordingly, when you know a girl you ask her if she prefers USD to local Nakfa. Usually she prefers USD and you pay her at black market rate and not official rate.
But if you pay her in US and that you have not underdeclared. You will be squeezed when leaving as you will not be in capacity to show a remaining amount of currency in hand in accordance with initial airport declaration and official conversions in town.
You will be blocked at the airport, convinced of black market traffic and have to rely on your Embassy to take you out of the problem!
Straight to the point: I put 10 USD in the handbag of my sweet Helen (cf. Infra), after each night I spent with her. Instead of 300 Nkf (minimum equivalent to USD 20 at official rate)
You divise by two your lust cost!
More cheap, than cheap!
I advise highly this method as I shall never take the risk in this country to exchange money at black market rate to unknown persons (even if sometimes some –seldom- guys offer you black market exchange, especially near the central market of ASMARA)
Official rate is 1 USD = 15 Nkf
Black market rate is 30 Nkf (or over)
I settled again at BOLOGNA hotel (400 Nakfa per night in standard room –exist cheaper and more expansive rooms in the hotel) that I find good compromise between the center of the city and the center of "action" (15 mn by foot of GREEN PUB; AIBA, EXPO).
I discovered this time LION Hotel, same range of rate –to be negociated at least 10% when you stay over 3 nights (roughly similar location but opposite to the main road); also in a quite area, with more reputed restaurant (especially for pizza), as BOLOGNA is very basic for food. Also sauna in LION I did not explore. And probably girls to meet coming to have a drink there –which are non existent in BOLOGNA. Rooms seem similar.
But I became a good friend of the owner of BOLOGNA, Mr BRAHANI (speaks only tigrigna and italian –who even offered me to tour with him to Filfil, in his big 4x4, nice valley impossible to reach by bus. But he was told at 10km from ASMARA, at a check point, that he was not entitled to go there with a tourist in a private car!
You have now to get an approval to leave ASMARA for the small number of places allowed to foreigners (MASSAWA, KEREN, DECEMHARE) each time, 48 h before you want to leave ASMARA; and cannot get a global approval once at the beginning of your stay (it was still possible in 2009).
ACTION:
Arrived by night at airport; knowing the place and the rule, already enthusiastic and horny, I took a shower at BOLOGNA and left by foot in the night to GREEN PUB of ASMARA PALACE. I was there around 1 am on a Friday night.
1) Deaf and dumb experience:
Few girls as usual.
I observed the scene.
One guy after a talk and drink picked one.
Her friend looked attractive and when he left, I came near her: very thin, nice dress, superb.
Another friend of her came immediately. As I discovered that she was deaf and dumb!
But through her friend and very active to write on her mobile phone, she asked for 800 Nkf. Remembering my past year rates I found it awful (in fact in GREEN PUB the rates are completely foolish when you are unknown, as it is the place where one night businessmen or international civil servants will spend one night. The girls start high; one of the first question of the girls there is: how long you stay. As they are available for stability and in that case accept to reduce there rate).
I finally negociated at 500 Nkf (USD 33 at official rate –as I did not know her, I paid her official in Nfk exchanged at airport booth. Same rate than anywhere. Socialist organisation). She also asked for 100 Nfk for "taxi" for her interpret girl friend.
Costly night. But so decided not to wait for the next night!
With taxis: final damage: 700 Nkf (USD 47). Not to talk of a good action for a disabled girl. But not disabled in all matters! Sweet disabled funding!
Superb model body in bed.
Her name was Sevon (useless as I could not talk with her!)
Nicely shaved and nicest clit I saw in Eritrea! She used it for massage.
She wanted to enjoy: for that she started to rub her clit and sex on my balls, which made her wet. I could not resist and fucked her lavishly.
She was using her mobile for communication even in bed. Funny experience!
Starting to sleep at 3 am. My discontent came from the fact she decided to leave at 5. 30. Making me awake to pay her!
2) From next night: (I shall call her) Sweetie
On next night, I had a dinner with an international friend in LION, then he led me discover a place I had not visited the year before but I wanted to know, as I had observed a movement of girls between GREEN PUB of ASMARA PALACE and this place located 100 m in direction of the airport, the previous year.
Various groups of local people there and a thin girl was drinking alone, not far from our table.
My friend had already his "regular" and was not looking for any other.
I called her to come to chat with us. So she did. Nice doll smile.
I immediately observed her thin legs in her jeans, nice little buttocks (usually fat in Eritrea, with exceptions).
After a chatting time, I put my hand on her thigh, she smiled and looked happy. She was more than happy to come with me to my hotel.
She told me she preferred to take shower alone (?)
But then, she started by a long and sweet BBBJ; then I had a long fucking session I enjoyed.
She was always smiling and cheerful as I like girls in bed.
Then I spent a good night. Especially as the previous night had been with too much disruptions.
By 9 am in the morning as I was still half sleeping, she dressed herself, then came to me, I was completely naked on the bed of course.
Fully dressed, she came to kiss me, before leaving. But started by my most intimate parts: she licked everything from my dick to my balls and my ass. As I was still half awake it was probably the best session of my life. She expected that I come in her mouth as I observed she had prepared a Kleenex, but I told her I wanted to fuck her again. She undressed immediately and I fucked her from the back, lying half sleepy behind her on a side, to have my balls shrubbing her little buttocks.
I spent Sunday afternoon at he swimming pool of ASMARA PALACE where I subscribed a one month Fitness club (fitness instruments+ pools): 2 772 Nkf (140 E)
I had fixed new meeting with her at AMERICAN BAR in the center of the city; dinner at ALBA BISTRO; then back to bed.
ASMARA is not Pattaya: if you want permanent variety, it is not the place.
She had the qualities of sweetness I was looking for; thin; about 23; always smiling, she told me officially married in bed as her tits were not perfect, she told me to have a child –as all the girls I met in this country (doubtful for the deaf and dumb?)
In fact after two stay of one month in February 2009 and 2010, I could never understand the complexity of family life of these girls. They come pregnant relatively young, not because of lack of pills or abortion (allowed) but to obtain sweeter or exemption of military service. The children are with a grand parent or the husband. You cannot understand if the husband is a "paper husband" for administrative advantages, or a chosen husband; what he does (of course necessarily under compulsory service as it is a duty up to 40, if he is on the battle fields or anywhere else,), if he is aware of the "outside activities of his supposed wife(?); if in fact they have a common life or not?. (For Sweetie she told me she wanted to avoid restaurants and bars in the center of the city because she did not want to be seen with me by relatives; and when we travelled by bus, she told me that for control reasons at check points, she preferred not to be sat near me –and clearly she was questioned by the police on the reason of her trip to MASSAWA when we travelled. Probably the fact that her husband was not with her)
Typical semi-pro whose private life and will remain to me a mystery, as the private life of my 2009 girlfrends.
The difference is that Sweetie was very respectful of her President (ISSAYAS), even told me she knew one of his sons (not as boyfriend she added). Very different of Nardi and Shalom, my girlfriends of 2009, wanting to leave that country at any cost (I heard that Shalom's "husband" had been caught when trying to escape through Sudan and was subsequently in jail. And I did not see Shalom in town this time.)
I explained to Sweetie that in 2009, I had had two girl friends I had not yet contacted, but that I would give her a preference. I told her that I was giving 10 USD in 2009 as it was the "long term" (at least one week) standard rate (in fact in 2009, I paid 300 Nkf, so double, because official rate). She fully agreed.
I told her I did not want to talk of money anymore. The matter was settled. Each morning when she was in the bathroom, I put a 10 USD note in her handbag.
She told me that she had had an Italian boy friend during 6 months (and in line with that, she always called me "amora") and an Irich boy friend during two months.
Things were clear.
Time passed happily for the coming days: I observed she liked most was when I was going as deep as possible in her welcoming vase.
On daytime I was walking in the city, going to fitness club and swimming pool to read and swim under the fair weather of ASMARA in February: 25°; very seldom cloudy.
Unfortunately Sweetie younger brother (12 years old) had a car accident and the family had to take turns at the hospital for him. So usually I get my dinner alone and she was coming to join me directly to my hotel's room by 10pm when I was reading or looking at TV.
One point to know is that all hotels in ASMARA are GF. But the first time you come with a girl, reception checks her ID; she has to be registered on the register and to sign it. Then she is allowed to join.
Afterwards, she is attached to your room and is allowed to come to knock at your door. Till you do not change girl. In that case, that will be your new "regular" who will become "girl of the room". Nice country isn'it! And of course, no discussion, it runs automatic, no tipping, no bargain: a pure and honest socialist country! But they respect strictly registration as they are severely controlled.
Sweetie had agreed to accompany me to MASSAWA. She was happy to travel with me
It was a cheap investment to keep my sweetness with me as the bus cost 30 Nkf per person (!) for 80 km in a splendid scenery! (plus 80 Nkf per luggage).
What is more costly is the taxi necessarily "on contract" (I. E. For you alone): 300 Nkf between MASSAWA city and GURGUSSUM resort, around 8 km far.
(On "contract" in ASMARA, taxi costs 50Nkf and on collective basis 5 Nkf. Using same routes than buses which cost is 1 Nkf)
Just the cost of food to add when you are two, very cheap,. And you enjoy also your cheap sensual food!
Accordingly it is not advisable to imagine (especially by night) to pick a girl in MASSAWA to bring her in your bed to GURGUSSUM. And the choice of girls in MASSAWA, pro for seamen, appeared to me absolutely awful in 2009. Conclusion: either you stay in MASSAWA, or you stay on the beach in GURGUSSUM.
I stayed 4 nights in GURGUSSUM (473 Nkf per night) with Sweetie: we bathed; I walked on the beach maybe 5 km or more: sand never ends there on the Red sea coast, bird watching, joining desert nomads camps.
Total relaxation of senses.
Never choose HAMASIEN hotel (about 3 km farer on the beach: very old uncomfortable hotel).
Helen was always doing what I wanted to please me.
I was as an old stump enjoying the freshness of a young shoot.
As she liked deep penetration, she was like a koala always climbing an old trunk (I am 63).
Nice little frog always caressing, using her hand to excite more my most intimate parts, licking, sucking, with sessions of more than an hour in evening and morning; with her smile and kindness; and the delicacy to go to the shower before session on the morning for me to feel her fresh body on my devoted structure before starting.
As we did I strongly suggest to go to MASSAWA before or after GURGUSSUM, not during that stay: too expansive.
Accordingly, as I had already visited MASSAWA in 2009, I stayed only one night with Sweetie in MASSAWA at Hotel Central (573 Nkf) correct but average. Its merit is the terrace on the sea (no beach in MASSAWA). Red Sea Hotel is more comfortable. And a brand new hotel was in process to open. But it will be probably very expansive (80 USD or more).
MASSAWA: astonishing city; wide deserted avenues in "new MASSAWA" and buildings still destroyed as if bombing was yesterday (it was in 1990!) in "old MASSAWA" –including the Governors' palace, you visit alone among the marble rubbles.
3) Surprise: Nardi, last year girl friend!
ASMARA is a little city.
Back from MASSAWA, at tea time, I was in the center as usual. I went to ASMARA CAFE to have my 6 pm tea and pastry.
Bars and coffee shops are full in the center of the city at that time.
Accordingly patrons share tables.
And the waitress brought me to a table were Nardi and a girl friend were sipping there tea!
She was surprised to see me. Me too. And puzzled, because I had no reason not to recontact her this time.
We talked only generalities, as I did not know her girlfriend and did not want to embarrass her. I asked her to give me her mobile and if she would agree that we have a dinner together. She said yes.
What to do?
Nardi is a cute girl (cf. Last year post photos). Clearly my aspergillum was eager to move again in Nardi's monstrance.
But I did not want to be rude with Sweetie.
I called my international friend who suggested I book another hotel room, lie to Sweetie.
Finally I took a position in line with my constant ethic with girls: fairness and honesty. (I never promise marriage; come back etc. I shall not to realise. I always base our relation on a juicy slice of life and fun, no more)
I decided to call Sweetie over the phone and tell her the truth.
"I am very sorry: ASMARA is too small!
As I told you at the beginning of our relationship, I entertained relationship with other girls last year. And by chance this evening I was sat at my previous girls'friend table at a bar on Harnet avenue.
She was surprised, as our relation had been perfect last year, so I would like to apologize with her and spend at most one week with her, after which I shall come back to you my sweet
Sweetie. So sorry. Apologies.
Do you accept it? "
First she was a little upset and surprised of the situation.
But after my deep apologies, she finally told me that she agreed and trusted me.
Next evening I conveyed Nardi at AL SICOMORO restaurant. Explained her also that I had found the very day of my arrival a sweet cuttie who entertained my pleasure with grace since I arrived, and that it was the reason I did not recontact her, notwithstanding our excellent past relation.
She understood. And was clearly eager to have a new session with me.
We went to BOLOGNA, was registered, and back to my room as last year.
She perfectly remembered our pleasure on mutual rubbing with shower gel in the bathroom using our respective hanging appendix. Then she was now no more shy on DATY. Maybe I had been the one who made her discover it last year? She offered me spontaneously her pussy, I ate greedily. She wished love: me being liying on her back; my balls shrubbing her buttocks. So I did. The next morning I put without a word, 10 USD note in her handbag when she was in the bathroom. We decided of dinner that day at EXPO hotel (close of BOLOGNA, more expansive rooms, but restaurant OK).
She came for dinner. She told me that her father was presently in ASMARA, living normally in USA (!). New! In this respect, she asked me if I knew how thin was 10 USD!
I said that I agreed, but that it was what I paid her last year! I would agree to give her USD 20 as she complained for the future. She did not answered.
Then suddenly her mobile rang; she looked upset; she told me her father had been transferred to hospital. He was sick further a dinner in LION the previous day. She had to leave me. No night.
The next day I called her over the phone, but could not reach her / was not available.
Finally, I concluded that the father's health plus money question had faded our relationship.
I decided to have a two days rest and sleep alone. As I had been so active since my arrival. Before calling on Sweetie.
4) Back to Sweetie:
After this rest, I called Sweetie, unchanged, sweet as usual.
Again some nights together (further re-registration on hotel's register)
It was time of gifts shopping to bring back to Europe.
Sweetie knew that I wanted to bring back some CD of Eritrean songs.
She told me: it will be my gift.
She finally covered me with small gifts (CD + a little local vase + a little basket). What a cute girl!
We spent a last night; I took her address in an ice cream parlour, before going to airport, and I promised her to send her ladies shoes from Europe (even if she was asking for nothing!).
"O amora, I hope you will come back", was her motto.
I did not tell her, but the world is vast, and twice one month as tourist in Eritrea was enough. Even if it is a relaxing place. At end, it could be boring, especially as we cannot travel freely everywhere in the country.
5) Conclusion:
This semi pro is really a delicious escort I recommend, and I wish her all happiness.
As I wrote, the private life of these girls in such a strange country, where everything seems smooth, but where everybody is under state and army control (even if you seldom see uniforms) remains to me a mystery. It is well known that girls are toys of chiefs in army garrisons and if they do not comply with their sex needs they are punished or send to mine fields. Sweetie told me she had done a military service, but had become very sick because of malaria and service was shortened accordingly.
What she did not told me, and I did not hurt her to obtain her reasons was what happened to her pussy.
I have to tell one thing I would not trust if it was written by somebody else.
From the first day Sweetie refused in smiling to show me her pussy.
And she squeezes always her thigh in such a way I could not see her most intimate part.
My stick being inside, it was quite wet and normal. As I said she liked deep penetration.
What did she want I do not see?
Clit cut? Usual is Eritrea, but she is Christian and Christian girls of ASMARA are not cut?
Burns or torture she had to endure in her private life or in the army?
However, she was not complaining against the regime (cf. Supra), so not probably army.
As she was so devoted to my own intimate instruments (cf. Supra first night); notwithstanding the fact that I am fond of DATY, I fully respected her will to hide her pussy to my view. And I shall never know her secret.
So is life.
A trustworthy girl hiding a suffering secret.
Go to Kenya, not Eritrea!
I lived in Eritrea. Don't go there! 1. It is a brutal dicktatorship, don't support it with your tourist dollars. They rip you off with 15 to the $ while the black market is 40 to the $ but hard to smuggle $s in. 2. The girls are pretty but some don't have clits and are just a pro as kenya. 3. It is a depressing place compared to Kenya that is slowly becoming a democracy. Eritrea is back about 100 years. Send me a PM if you need more reasons.
[QUOTE=Blackypop; 1160125]Hi,
I posted already in the Ethiopia thread yesterday.
I am undecided about my first trip to Africa. I have to choose between Ethiopia (as I heard it's a bad coice for sex) , Kenya (professional girls) and last but not least Eritrea.
Why not Eritrea?
Are the girls similar to Ethiopians?
Need help for decision.
Thanks.
Blackypop[/QUOTE]