Santa Marta

[John Gault]

ocFor all tou guts wanting the real young girls, and hoping that she is really 18 then you should try a women like the one in gonzos post. A women at 34 years is in her prime sexualy and will rock your boat.

It should of read for all you guys-

I have recieved PM's complaining about my spelling.

Problem was I wrote this while my Novia was in the shower, and of course she came right out and tried to see what I was writing so I hit the add report button without first checking my work a second time.

Speaking of showers when in a hot place like BAQ or CTG it is sometimes hard to find a reasonable priced apartment with hot water. A little trick I use is heat up a big pan of water. I only use this to wash my hair as I can stand the cold water on the rest of my body.

Happy camping boys.

[John Gault]

oc

I was pretty tired that day with all the sun and excitement, but knowing it was my last night in the area, I had to fulfill my chica curiosity. First thing that I did was to take a cab to Santa Marta to see what was going on. It's clear that it is a much bigger city than Rodadero, and frankly seemed quite dirty, lots of unpicked litter on practically every street. I got dropped off at the malecon, and walked around for awhile, but it was so quiet and dead that yellow flags were sounding off (there's no question I'm a gringo solo) and I hopped in cab. I asked him if he knew of the clubs in SM, but he wasn't very good, so I asked him just to drop me off in Rodadero.

Hopped in another cab and asked for a club tour, renting the driver for an hour. We first went to Ibiza, south of Rodadero, off a dirt road next to a gas station. Already a bit tired, I walked in and was just not feeling it. It's a big room with a large swimming pool in the middle of the place, about 10 chicas, really dark, music not too loud, but something was off (maybe me, not sure). Had 10K beer and split after 10 minutes. No cover charge, and the manager was very friendly, got to give him that.

So the next stop was Flamingos. Again, big room, kind of empty, down energy, music a bit louder, but the quantity and quality of chicas was better. However, I've seen better on a good night at LDV. No cover charge either. Had a 13K beer, and noticed the waiters were much more aggressive here. One guy says, 'hey come look at the chicas in their dressing room in better light'. Chicks in locker rooms seems to have an appeal (duh!) , so I headed to the back room to see the chicas close up. About 6 were milling about, getting dolled up, I was introduced to them, but nothing rang my bell. The rest of the chicas from the front room poured into the back area (gringo alert! Whoop!) , and they same gnawing feeling that I shoulda gone to bed kept staying with me. Until I saw one chica on the other side of the locker room. It's hard to explain, but as soon as I saw her, I was locked and loaded, if you know what I mean. I couldn't believe the turnabout in my own body-mind. The waiter also noticed my change, shoo'ed the rest of the chicas away, and I sat down for a chat with Angela (not her real name). She was by far the oldest chica in the place 34, but she was both pretty and sexy, with those fat latina lips. Also a spinner in great shape with a perfect *ss. She had a very laid back demeanor, and it was also clear that she had a sense of caring in her eyes, and sure enough she was a mom of 2. My own choices for women / chicas is something very intuitive, you look for a certain style and a certain chemistry. She had both. A simple chat with her turned me on. By just being herself. She wasn't "trying" to be extra-sweet or interested in what I had to say, that went a long way, something very real about her. I knew I was going to pay dearly for this as Flamingos is not cheap at all. 70K bar fine, plus 200K for the chica (but NOT for a half hour, an open ended rato, it's all up to the individual chica). Lower brain encendido, upper brain, apagado. However, I don't travel much anymore, so the high-end is not a problem. Price-nazis, a pre-emptive f*ck you.

I was not even sure if Hotel Betoma was chica friendly, and when Angie and I arrived, the night guy, all 65+ years of age, was a bit grumpy about it. He told me it was 30K extra for a guest (which NEVER materialized on my bill, so I can say with certainty that in a non-peak season, March, Betoma is chica-friendly).

She was from a small town near Cali, not far from where the most famous Cathedral of Colombia is located. She just started in the business for a month, having broken up with a boyfriend and money source. This is a good thing, old enough to know a thing or two about men, new enough in the business to not be a jaded ice-queen. She told me that I was her first gringo, and I tended to believe her. The sex was very good, simply because of good chemistry between us. We ended up talking for 2 hours afterward, and since we were both almost falling asleep, she asked to stay over. I'm always of two minds about that, knowing that the best sleep is when you sleep alone. But I liked her a lot, she was so easy to be with, no drama at all, and frankly my bed is probably a whole lot nicer than the quarters she has at the upstairs of Flamingos. Again, no noise at all from the beach, and Angie was old enough not to be a bed hog, taking up 3/4 of the bed, stealing the sheets, like many of the younger ones do.

We had breakfast together, and I liked her so much that I had the idea of staying in Rodadero another day with her. I went back and forth on this as we ate breakfast. But I decided to stick with my plans on leaving, but I still had a few hours to kill before the Marisol bus came to pick me up. So I said, let's go back to my hotel, after I did another ATM withdrawal. She figured out very quickly what I meant, and I had one the the best times of my life in la cama with her. One of those Wow! Experiences. Since I'm way past andropause, my leche factories are in semi-retirement mode, so after a few days in CTG, I've got nothing more to give. So 'I love her long time' and she was willing and mojada at the end as much as the beginning. The lack of drama and attitude, and mellowness just blew my mind, even during and after the lengthy, sweaty workout we had. I'm proud that I doubled her longest time making el amor and I think I gave her a good first impression of gringo-dom.

I paid her again for her troubles, with a well deserved bonus. She had such a good attitude the whole night and morning; she actually and sincerely thanked me for everything. Got her some serious dough and got her out of the club environment for a night. Even though I can't keep her, she's a keeper, IMO and I hope she makes the dough she needs for her family and gets treated well in the future. Now, I'm putting my sore legs and back and little guy (overshare!) to sleep. My faith in Colombiana-dom is restored.

For all tou guts wanting the real young girls, and hoping that she is really 18 then you should try a women like the one in gonzos post. A women at 34 years is in her prime sexualy and will rock your boat.

[Ricker]

... Until I saw one chica on the other side of the locker room. It's hard to explain, but as soon as I saw her, I was locked and loaded, if you know what I mean. I couldn't believe the turnabout in my own body-mind. The waiter also noticed my change, shoo'ed the rest of the chicas away, and I sat down for a chat with Angela (not her real name). She was by far the oldest chica in the place 34, but she was both pretty and sexy, with those fat latina lips. Also a spinner in great shape with a perfect *ss. She had a very laid back demeanor, and it was also clear that she had a sense of caring in her eyes, and sure enough she was a mom of 2. My own choices for women / chicas is something very intuitive, you look for a certain style and a certain chemistry. She had both ...

It's easy to tell that 'Gonzo' is an experienced guy and has the 'know' like most guys still haven't a clue.

Refreshing really, after these days on the Colombia forum.

Loved reading your experience with this woman Gonzo.

[Gonzo]

I was pretty tired that day with all the sun and excitement, but knowing it was my last night in the area, I had to fulfill my chica curiosity. First thing that I did was to take a cab to Santa Marta to see what was going on. It's clear that it is a much bigger city than Rodadero, and frankly seemed quite dirty, lots of unpicked litter on practically every street. I got dropped off at the malecon, and walked around for awhile, but it was so quiet and dead that yellow flags were sounding off (there's no question I'm a gringo solo) and I hopped in cab. I asked him if he knew of the clubs in SM, but he wasn't very good, so I asked him just to drop me off in Rodadero.

Hopped in another cab and asked for a club tour, renting the driver for an hour. We first went to Ibiza, south of Rodadero, off a dirt road next to a gas station. Already a bit tired, I walked in and was just not feeling it. It's a big room with a large swimming pool in the middle of the place, about 10 chicas, really dark, music not too loud, but something was off (maybe me, not sure). Had 10K beer and split after 10 minutes. No cover charge, and the manager was very friendly, got to give him that.

So the next stop was Flamingos. Again, big room, kind of empty, down energy, music a bit louder, but the quantity and quality of chicas was better. However, I've seen better on a good night at LDV. No cover charge either. Had a 13K beer, and noticed the waiters were much more aggressive here. One guy says, 'hey come look at the chicas in their dressing room in better light'. Chicks in locker rooms seems to have an appeal (duh!) , so I headed to the back room to see the chicas close up. About 6 were milling about, getting dolled up, I was introduced to them, but nothing rang my bell. The rest of the chicas from the front room poured into the back area (gringo alert! Whoop!) , and they same gnawing feeling that I shoulda gone to bed kept staying with me. Until I saw one chica on the other side of the locker room. It's hard to explain, but as soon as I saw her, I was locked and loaded, if you know what I mean. I couldn't believe the turnabout in my own body-mind. The waiter also noticed my change, shoo'ed the rest of the chicas away, and I sat down for a chat with Angela (not her real name). She was by far the oldest chica in the place 34, but she was both pretty and sexy, with those fat latina lips. Also a spinner in great shape with a perfect *ss. She had a very laid back demeanor, and it was also clear that she had a sense of caring in her eyes, and sure enough she was a mom of 2. My own choices for women / chicas is something very intuitive, you look for a certain style and a certain chemistry. She had both. A simple chat with her turned me on. By just being herself. She wasn't "trying" to be extra-sweet or interested in what I had to say, that went a long way, something very real about her. I knew I was going to pay dearly for this as Flamingos is not cheap at all. 70K bar fine, plus 200K for the chica (but NOT for a half hour, an open ended rato, it's all up to the individual chica). Lower brain encendido, upper brain, apagado. However, I don't travel much anymore, so the high-end is not a problem. Price-nazis, a pre-emptive f*ck you.

I was not even sure if Hotel Betoma was chica friendly, and when Angie and I arrived, the night guy, all 65+ years of age, was a bit grumpy about it. He told me it was 30K extra for a guest (which NEVER materialized on my bill, so I can say with certainty that in a non-peak season, March, Betoma is chica-friendly).

She was from a small town near Cali, not far from where the most famous Cathedral of Colombia is located. She just started in the business for a month, having broken up with a boyfriend and money source. This is a good thing, old enough to know a thing or two about men, new enough in the business to not be a jaded ice-queen. She told me that I was her first gringo, and I tended to believe her. The sex was very good, simply because of good chemistry between us. We ended up talking for 2 hours afterward, and since we were both almost falling asleep, she asked to stay over. I'm always of two minds about that, knowing that the best sleep is when you sleep alone. But I liked her a lot, she was so easy to be with, no drama at all, and frankly my bed is probably a whole lot nicer than the quarters she has at the upstairs of Flamingos. Again, no noise at all from the beach, and Angie was old enough not to be a bed hog, taking up 3/4 of the bed, stealing the sheets, like many of the younger ones do.

We had breakfast together, and I liked her so much that I had the idea of staying in Rodadero another day with her. I went back and forth on this as we ate breakfast. But I decided to stick with my plans on leaving, but I still had a few hours to kill before the Marisol bus came to pick me up. So I said, let's go back to my hotel, after I did another ATM withdrawal. She figured out very quickly what I meant, and I had one the the best times of my life in la cama with her. One of those Wow! Experiences. Since I'm way past andropause, my leche factories are in semi-retirement mode, so after a few days in CTG, I've got nothing more to give. So 'I love her long time' and she was willing and mojada at the end as much as the beginning. The lack of drama and attitude, and mellowness just blew my mind, even during and after the lengthy, sweaty workout we had. I'm proud that I doubled her longest time making el amor and I think I gave her a good first impression of gringo-dom.

I paid her again for her troubles, with a well deserved bonus. She had such a good attitude the whole night and morning; she actually and sincerely thanked me for everything. Got her some serious dough and got her out of the club environment for a night. Even though I can't keep her, she's a keeper, IMO and I hope she makes the dough she needs for her family and gets treated well in the future. Now, I'm putting my sore legs and back and little guy (overshare!) to sleep. My faith in Colombiana-dom is restored.

[Gonzo]

Sometimes I feel like I'm done with Colombia (even though I really haven't scratched the surface) , tired of lies of Colombianas, the hustle for your money. I'm ready to go on an adventure somewhere else. Then one chica can change that around in a hurry, restoring your faith in Colombiana-dom. That happened to me the other day. The following is both a travelogue of Rodadera / SM / Taganga / Parque Tayrona and a chica-logue. Lengthy, so chopped up in several parts.

Travelogue.

Using Blackhawk69's document on Santa Marta as a guide, I spent 2 1/2 days in Rodadero, trying to do as much as I can without overdoing it, pacing myself. Took the Marisol bus from CTG for 40K, which dropped me off at the Marisol station in Rodadero, instead of my hotel, the Betoma on Calle 8 in Rodadero, but it was only a 3 block walk.

Checked into Hotel Betoma. It was immediately obvious that this isn't high season, as it seemed like I was only one of a very few customers in the 6 story hotel. As per Blackhawk69's suggestion, I got a room that didn't completely face the beach (to avoid the beach noise into the wee hours) , but faced Calle 8. The hotel is a bit old and worn around the edges, but for 50 bucks a night it was well worth the price. Even the staff is old, but actually that is a good thing, they're well seasoned service people, and all in all, they were excellent. They have a giant safe in the back of the lobby as the only safe box in the hotel, and you have to open your box with your key and their key, sorta like the basement of the Fed or a missile silo. Fresh water supplied to the room every day, saving the planet from more wasted plastic bottles. Magic jack telephone at the front desk to call the USA for free. Structurally Betoma is 3 stars, in service 4 stars.

Arriving in mid afternoon, quickly unpacked and headed to the beach. It was easy to note that Rodadero is very much a family vacation place, a west facing beach (great sunset!) , the usual sabanas / carpeterias to rent, but much less agressive vendors than CTG. Immediately in the mood to explore, I went to the righmost (northern) part of the beach, up and down a flight of stairs across an inlet, to get to the launcha area. This is where you can buy tix for a boat to get to the next beach, more isolated, called Playa Blanca. It is 40mil tique for 1-4 people, and because I was travelling solo, that was expensive. So 10 of us in the launcha put on our life jackets for a 5 minute ride to playa Blanca, which sits just around the bend from a rock-outcropping from Rodadero beach, very isolated. It is a south facing beach, so you better bring your sunscreen white boy! Thatched huts behind the sabanas to serve your every drink and food need. Again mostly Colombian couples / families. Got my first glimpse of relatively clear Carribean water (but nothing in comparison to Parque Tayrona beaches).

I stayed till the last launcha is supposed to return at 4:30, which in Colombian time, is actually 5 to 5:30. Don't know what happens if you miss it, but I can think of worse things than being stuck on a tropical beach overnight. The sand is not really white (blanca) , but very light brown and clean, very nice.

Aftering dousing myself in Aloe Vera lotion, I cleaned up and went to dinner at Donde Chuchos, about 3 blocks north of Hotel Betoma. Great place, great food, great service, two enthusiastic thumbs up, especially if you're in the mood for seafood.

Afterwards, I walked through the little markets, malecon and the beach area of Rodadero for a few hours. Circles of folks gathered on the beach to sing Vallenato and other forms of Latin music, with heavy drumming and accordians, of course, to the wee hours of the night. Since it was off season, it wasn't as loud or crazy as I thought it would be, but it's the kind of fun atmosphere that you rarely see in gringo-land. People wanting to dance all night on the beach and have a good time. No notice of SWs or any kind of similar activity in the beach area, except for a friendly wave from some giggly teenyboppers, which kind of weirded me out, actually. Discovered those little coffee vendors with 300 peso shot of sweet coffee dr*g for an instant perk-up.

Expected the worst when I went back to my hotel room, the noise was really nothing. The sound of a nearby disco was much worse than the beach, but a good pair of 34db earplugs took care of that. A relief, since I wanted a good rest for my first foray into Parque Tayrona the next day.

Getting up earlier than usual (but apparently not early enough) , had an American breakfast at restaurant Suize, on Carrera 2, half block north of Hotel Betoma. Hopped in a cab and settled for 15 mil pesos ride to the fishing village of Taganga, a lauching off point for excursions to the beaches of Parque Tayrona. Hooked up with Hector, a launcha middleman on a hill overlooking Taganga, and I purchased a launcha ride to Playa Grande for 25 mil pesos round trip.

It's a beautiful ride in the launcha boat, and you begin to get a glimpse of the rocky shore and outcropping of Parque Tayrona. The outcroppings are like fingers and the beaches reside between the fingers, big long fingers, with crystal clear Carribean water smacking into the rocks, unleashing the blue-torquoise color of the water. The whole background of Parque Tayrona are large mountains coming right down into the sea.

Playa Grande is a very nice beach, and if you go no further than that, you are certainly not being robbed. Big beach of about 300 yards. Many thatched restaurants behind the beach, lots of chairs for rent, shade provided by lotsa trees on the beach if you get too cooked by the sun (not hard to do). Just happened to be parked by a group of four bikini clad woman. 2 nice ones, two truck sized. I noticed even the serious pregnant wear bikinis in Colombia. Hector tells me the 2 nices ones are independent putas from Santa Marta. I filed that piece of info in short term memory as I had other immediate plans for the day.

This beach gives you the first glimpse of the clear Caribbean water. Because of the finger-cove effect, the water is shallow for a stretch with no undertow (NOT true on some of the other beaches, caveat emptor). I walked up to my neck in the water, and could see the bottom perfectly clear. Watched white Angel fish swim around my legs, very cool!

Had lunch in one of the restaurants. Hector comes out with a lunch tray with 3 dead fish on it, just caught that day, Morrita (tilapia) , Pargo (red snapper) and a 3rd, can't remember the name, but it was cool to pick out from the daily catch of that day. I went with the Pargo, with papas fritas, coco-rice and salad, with guayanaba juice sin leche (with leche is much better, but I'm avoiding milk). Washed the grease off in the salt water.

But I was itching to explore some more. However, Hector and some of the others tell me that it would be impossible to get to the eastern end of the Parque at this time, which was a bummer to me. Shoulda got there earlier (note: the first launchas launch 8 or 9AM). Undaunted, and knowing that money talks, I rented an entire launcha myself to go as far eastward as possible to hit the beach (es).

But no one warned me what was to come. As you go more eastward in the park, and you get beyond the tip of the fingers, this is open sea, and the current flows from east to west, which means my little launcha of me and my driver were heading into some really tough waves. The scenery was spectacular but the boat, with only two folks in it, was very light. Over and over, I or the boat took some serious air, landing on my butt. It was about 90% exciting. 10% scarey. I started singing to myself 'a 3 hour tour, a 3 hour tour. The tiny ship was tossed. '. I was also hoping not to get tossed into the drink, nor my camera. When you're in a wave trough and you see that you're going to smash the next crest, higher than the boat, it is anything but boring. The main point is that if there are any breezes in the Caribbean Sea that day, it is daunting task to go eastward, though you may have more success in a fully loaded launcha boat of people. Took about 45 minutes to get there, and made me love the land under my feet that much more!

Finally, we got past the open sea into more baylike conditions, heading to Playa Concha. I could see the mountains around the beach went from arid to a more lush, jungle-like condition. When we landed, it was awesome. A 400 yard beach with about 20 tourists on it. Had a whole section to myself. Being on an nearly isolated beach was a goal of mine, and I finally got there. The water on the beach was just as clear as Playa Grande, but it fell off into much deeper water very quickly. Settled down and fell asleep in the sun, burning various parts of my body where I forgot to put sunscreen. Made friends with a beach cat. My driver Jose and I agreed that we'd go back to Playa Grande in the late afternoon. He re-iterated the fact with the nature of the sea breezes that day, it was not a good idea to go any further east.

The trip back was not nearly as troublesome, going with the current, and had more time to enjoy the scenery and take some movies, though the waves were just a big as previously. We went right through a school of flying fish twice, very cool. Jose, my driver, took me all the way back to Taganga.

Taganga is part fishing village, part young-people-wannebe-hippie-with-daddy's-money hangout. Saw the boats come in with loads of Bonito and Pargo. Someone caught a 6 foot shark also. Hung around, went to a coffee shop run by a Swedish guy, and enjoyed the hippie-fishing village vibe till I got a cab back to Rodadero. Not 100% of my goal, as I was hoping to get to Playa Cristal, but way more than satisfied. I really was thrilled by the whole day's experience. I'd come back here in a heartbeat.

[Dave Carrera]

My buddies and I are stopping in Santa Marta on the way to CTG. Anyone have suggestions of a high end place where we should stay that's near some chica action? At our ages, we realize that P4P is the way we will have to go, but we like to do it well. Any suggestions are very much appreciated.

Dave

[Mr Enternational]

El Rodadero is a HUGE party town. The beach is absolutely pulsating with energy every night until 3 or 4 in the morning. It is a party involving masses of people.

I wouldn't actually say it is a huge party town. It's true that they play loud ass music at the beach all night, and there are a few people / families / enamorados there, but if you are expecting Zona Rosa in Bogota or La Sexta in Cali, or a big single and ready to mingle festival then you will be sadly disappointed. I would not recommend staying near the beach if you planned on going to sleep or wanted any peace and quiet before 3a.m.

[Pmoney]

Looking for condo or apartment rental in Santa Marta / El Rodadero area. Next to all the action.

[Pmoney]

Looking for condo or apartment rental in Santa Marta / El Rodadero area.

[PaulGore]

I have found a guy to rent an apartment from in Cartagena, now I just need the same for Santa Marta.

Anyone have an email of someone they have used and can recommend as far as service, price, and proximity?

Thanks

Just drive into town they will be chasing you down the streeet to show you apts.

[Tar Heel Bred]

I have found a guy to rent an apartment from in Cartagena, now I just need the same for Santa Marta.

Anyone have an email of someone they have used and can recommend as far as service, price, and proximity?

Thanks

[Golfinho]

being posted on the forum, which is why I choose not to post pics or field reports anymore, as it is just not worth the time and effort., or after our return from the bars.

But it IS worth your time and effort to fill up space with this kind of stuff. Give us a break.

[Bowerboy]

Naples oh thou who has 6 posts of absolute nothingness without a single scrap of information.

El Rodadero is a HUGE party town. The beach is absolutely pulsating with energy every night until 3 or 4 in the morning. It is a party involving masses of people. It is a general comment not related to whoring and was a response to a poster who has provide me with great information.

Actually I was just starting a new sentance then thought nah, this guy is a moron and not worth the space. Mate post somthing that is useful to another member and then come back out of your hole. Jackson should seriously ban people like you for wasting (and now making me waste) valuable server space.

You are pathetic

[BayBoy]

Rodney King said, 'can't we all just get along. ' Look guys, we on this Colombia forum just got off Full Moderation. Can you guys tone down the flame wars.

Is it possible to have 2 opinions about Rododero Beach and have that be OK. Whether or not its a party beach.

I happen to think Mayorista is safe to walk around, other members disagree. Thats OK with me.

[Member #3435]

Go do what you do best and get on your knees, as word has it you do a very good job of it. I know you are also lacking in IQ, as that is very evident, but this is the International Sex Guide forum, a forum established to share information about men and women regarding sex, which makes me question why you are a member since your boat floats both ways. Now post revelant information about mongering will you boy.

As far as my previous post, I answered the question appropriately, and the same goes with my response to Bowerboy who posted false information.

Theeere ya go again.

And multiple handles huh? Oh, that's clever too.

Who exactly needs to get a life here?

Merry Christmas Bro,

Checkmate, I'm out