Cali Reports

[MiamiBoy1]

Greetings,

I'm having a hard time finding Cali chicas on Facebook. I honestly don't get how the search engine works. FB is not like a dating website, it does not allow to search by gender, age, etc. Basically the only search criteria available is the city, and even this one is messed up because it shows not only girls living in Cali but also all the girls born in Cali but living elsewhere in the world. When I do the search what comes up is dudes, various business accounts, girls of all ages living in and outside of Colombia. What makes it even worse is that you have you search by name (at least one symbol should be entered in the search screen, otherwise it won't even search). I have found probably 10 profiles that I liked, none of them responded or added me so far. I'm using my real profile.

Any advice?

If you share a few profiles or your friend list of chicas it would be appreciated.

Thanks!

[Eszpresszo]

Just a summary of my Cali trip. I am attaching photos of my passport stamps, for the sake of verifying my actual presence. Its kind of sad that I need to do this. But, I do. I have a lot of trouble with some people's TRs in general. For our purposes here specifically, I have problems with their descriptions of Cali. Here are a few things I've heard repeatedly that didn't jibe with my experiences in Cali.

"Cali is drab". See the photos below. Does that look drab to you? Cali has been described outside of this forum as "Colorful Cali" and for good reason. The number of trees on the streets and the abundant green spaces give certain neighborhoods a lush feel I never experienced in Bogota or Medellin. Also, its the Salsa capital of Colombia so you don't hear that ever present and awful Reggaeton that is so pervasive in Bogota.

"Cali is small" Actually it is a sizable city. Try taking a cab across town. One of the other students in my Spanish class, took an Uber from the south side of town to class every morning. It took her 45 minutes to a hour to get there. As if size really matters. Pattaya isn't that big, but nobody complains about that.

"The scene is small" Its actually at least as big as Medellin, probably bigger. The Cali map and list provided by World Travel 69 shows a lot of locations for punting, yet I sense there is a lot more there that is not on record. I actually saw some. The question is, how many pussies do you need to choose from? Yes, Cali has lots of options, though they are spread out. Another distinctive thing about Cali, or at least the area north of the river, is the density of "sex shops" (see attached photos). I saw three on one block. Not that they would have the selection of quality accessories you would find in St. Pauli. Still, its impressive.

"Lots of silicon" I didn't see that. There were a few in Dr. Amor that had ridiculous fake boobs but the rest I saw were all natural looking, at least. Those asses are real.

"Cali is hot". Not really. It is bordering on hot, but mostly it is humid, which makes it uncomfortable sometimes. Had it been a dry climate, it would have been comfortable most of the time. I'm from Texas and BTW it was hotter at home when I left than it was in Cali. But, if you are from a cooler climate you might have a problem, just because you are not used to experiencing "calor". If you reside on or near the Gulf Coast of the US, you will have no problem.

All in all, my perception of Cali is that it is a fun city with a friendly populace. The WGs are not the prettiest in Colombia, based on my limited time in Colombia. But, they are pretty enough and overall superior when it comes to service. They are indeed darker and you can see the African roots in some of them, in addition to their being a significant number of black people there (not too visible in Medellin and Bogota). The bigger asses on some of the darker girls are natural. My teacher from Bogota, make a comment on how big the girls were in Cali, though they all looked petite compared to the "heifers" we got up here at home. As soon as I landed at IAH, the first thing that hit me was how big the women are back home (not to mention their toxic attitudes). I haven't gotten a hard on since I got home and its been two weeks!

If I return to Colombia to visit soon, I will likely return to Cali. The place is cheap, the locals are nice and the WGs provide the best service I've experienced in Colombia. I'm also considering it as a destination for early retirement.

When I started participating on this forum 4 years ago, I noticed how certain board members had racked up thousands of posts. I also noticed the most prolific weren't really contributing much except their constant opinion. That is still the case. The board members who have helped me the most; those that actually met me and took me punting on the ground, tend to be some of the quietest on ISG. I decided I would never post a thousand times on this forum. Now, four years later, I have delivered TRs from 12 cities in 7 nations. And now I am approaching the 1000 post mark. So, I think I should probably make this my final post for awhile. At this point, I don't think many board members seem to be interested in my trip reports, anyways. Quite frankly most of theirs don't impress me as credible, anymore. So, it might be best to call it quits, now. Ciao and happy punting (to those of you, who actually do).

[Eszpresszo]

After a good night's rest, I woke up with no serious hangover from the previous evening's revelry. Also, the pulled muscle in my left calf was feeling like it had healed up. I got breakfast at the bakery across the street, cleaned up and headed over to Eventos Liz, which is apparently open 24/7. I was curious what it was like in the late morning and now I can tell you. The front was attented by a uniformed security guard talking to a woman who looked like she was staff. After a cursory patdown, I was pointed upstairs and entered the place. It was dark when I stepped in. I entered a dimly lit room, which I think was painted black and two girls in lingerie were laying across opposite couches and playing on their phones. Neither paid me much notice and I walked into an adjacent room with some actual sunlight peering through some thin, cheap looking curtains. The place looked more downscale than I had imagined. A futbol game was on a TV on the wall and a single wall mounted fan was running. A bar was in the adjacent room, and I went to get a beer from the bartender who seemed a bit surprised to see me. I guess they don't get many gringos this time of the morning. I took a seat in the adjoining room, and took in the scenery. The place was more like someone's well worn living room than a bordelo or strip club. But, the chair I sat in was comfy actually. There were maybe 5 girls in lingerie sitting around, playing on their phones. Only one guy was sitting there and he was also playing on his phone and watching the game on TV. Eventually the girls came over and quietly introduced themselves, in quiet voices. I think there were a bit surprised by my presence, like the bartender. The other two came in from the next room, introduced themselves and took places around the room. One comely girl sat in an empty chair opposite from me and glared at me with great interest. Then I realized everyone except the other patron was staring at me. The one opposite me spread her legs wide apart so the crotch of her pink panties were staring at me too. It was a bit uncomfortable getting that kind of attention, to tell the truth and the place was also too warm. I felt sweat on the back off my neck. This place needs climate control bad! Overall the girls were nice looking, with decent bodies, but none stunning. I kind of wish I had a chance to take the one opposite me, as she was the most attractive and clearly interested in my patronage. The music they played wasn't bad but the vibe wasn't right. I finished my beer and left hoping I can visit it again on a Saturday night, as my friend had advised me before.

Feeling the need for some climate control I walked over to Caras Lindas, for my 3rd visit. I think it was around noon when I got there. When I arrived at a quarter past 11 the previous Sunday, all four rooms were occupied and the only available girl was Natalia (though they worked out well, as I will now elaborate on). The porter received me this time and greeted me warmly. Like the last visit he asked if I had any preference for a specific girl. I said no as I wanted to see the lineup. I sat down, and waited for the lineup, wondering if Natalia was available or if any were available. Out the girls came, four in a row lined up in front of me. All were clad in nothing but a g-string and high heels. I recognized the last girl in line as the one who walked past me naked the previous weekend. She introduced herself as Stefani and I was about to chose her, when at the last moment Natalia popped out and joined the lineup. As much as I wanted to try someone new, I picked Natalia again, which turned out to be a good move. I could easily afforded a three-some, though in hindsight it would have distracted from the coming intimacy. Besides, I didn't know how those two girls felt about each other.

Once upstairs in yet a different room, perhaps the most cosy, I had her crank down the AC a bit lower (all the rooms have a mini-split unit so they can be adjusted individually.) After a quick shower, Natalia directed me to lay back on the bed and said "I have a present for you". Wth no incentive from me she gave me a bareback BJ. A rare event in Colombia. I realized picking her was being rewarded for my loyalty. The rest of the session was unusually intimate. It was like being with a regular girl, you recently met for the third time. At one point I looked over at the mirror mounted opposite the bed and saw her little brown legs and arms wrapped around me. I just had to stop fucking and stare at the image for several minutes, because it hit me as such a beautiful image. Its one of the moments when you think it would be a good time to die, because you would go out happy with a beautiful image in your head and a sweet, pretty girl on your cock. But, I eventually finished my part and Natalia said she wanted to cum still. I lubed up my fingers with some KY she had lying on my bed, started tickling her lady parts and eventually slid two fingers inside. After some gentle probing and subtle tickling, the telltale squishy sound and she squirted for a good 30 seconds. Yes, my girl is a squirt! She was amazed at the big, wide wet spot left on the sheets and I had to wonder what the porter would think when he came up to change the sheets. Then again, he has probably seen lots worse. I did another quick shower and handed her nice propina, which surprised her. Funny how the best girls don't seem to expect tips and the lousy ones do. It was a sad moment when we parted. It is unlikely we will meet again, even if I do return to Cali. That was two weeks ago today and I feel a bit of what the Brazilians call "saudade" at the moment. Natalia had declined to share her phone number for the purposes of an outside hookup, which suggests she has a very private life outside of the casa. But, if I was in Cali longer, we would have a regular hour together. Of the working girls I have hired in 8 countries, Natalia is among my favorite. Sadly, overall service in Colombia is far below that of their giant neighbor to the south. But, at least that 20-year old girl raised the pole quite a bit and all future Colombianas will need to work harder to surpass it.

[PrepagosCali]

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[Eszpresszo]

I made my way to Dr. Jones at CL. 15 Nte. , just north off of Avenida 8. The place was just opening and there was an attractive couple waiting to get in. Both spoke good English and approached me. The guy introduced himself to me and then introduced his pretty girlfriend, who looked just like Sloane Peterson from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. That's right, this Colombiana was a dead ringer for the actress Mia Sara, circa 1985. I told her that, and she smiled, saying she had been told that before.

Finally the bartender opened the bar, and let us in. We took a seat, ordered drinks while the bartender put on some music, I believe starting off with some vintage Rainbow. Like I said, this is a classic rock pub and all the bartenders have waist length hair. I had nice conversation with the couple, drank a few beers, and he bought us a rum based shot drink he himself had concocted. They play a variety of rock videos on a TV. One was The Who live in Dallas, in 1975. I realized then, that I had actually been to that show. My cool uncle had taken me, though it was a school night. My disclosure of this fact, amazed my new friends and the bartenders, alike. Then my new friend whipped out his phone and showed me a video of a girl in lingerie dancing for him right there are the bar in Dr. Jones. Here? Yes, but she came there from a place called Eventos Liz. I told him I had been meaning to visit there and told him where I had been since I arrived. He didn't think much of Dr. Amor and Bar La 20 were no good, though he did like La Piscina. He pointed out to me: "For $35 US you can have a bottle of rum and girl in a private room for 20 minutes. " That seemed like a solid endorsement. I noticed his girlfriend was smiling as she listened in and I remembered she understood some English. I was wondering if this should be for our ears only, but my friend said he took her with him to Eventos Liz, and she liked it. What? So, he takes Sloan Peterson to Eventos Liz to party? WTF? Remember the question I asked myself, at the end of my previous post? Well, I had found my answer. I had another shot with my new friend and he suggested I go to Eventos Liz right then, which he said would be the best time to visit (around 9 PM). In fact, he insisted I go enjoy myself there right then and now. I was hoping he would suggest we take the Mia Sara-lookalike home for a threesome but that didn't happen. So, I bid my new friends farewell and stumbled out onto the street. There I realized I was too intoxicated to be on a second round of whoring and drinking. I was just too fucked to drunk. Or too fucked to fuck? So, I did the smart thing. I took cab to my AirBnB rental across the river. It was around ten when I got home and I hit the sack, vowing to visit Eventos Liz the next day.

I forgot to add the photos to my last TR for Bar La 20. I took a few pictures of the upstairs room, though the camera shy Daniela hid in the shower stall. I've included them below.

[Eszpresszo]

I went back to Bar La 20 the following day (Saturday) at around the same time. I caught a cab and told him "Bar La Veinte", yet he seemed unfamiliar with the name like the Uber driver. Once he realized where we were going, he indicated that he knew the place. On the way, I noticed a building around the corner marked "Domicilos" and a woman clad in a tight dress standing in the doorway. When I left Bar La 20 the last time, I saw similar places along the way to Bar Olympus. I suspect this could be a bigger vice area than known to the outside world.

The taxista dropped me off in front right in front of the same big, black security guard. He got out of his chair, shook my hand and welcomed me back. As with the prior afternoon, he exchanged pleasantries with the taxista, who had previously seemed to be unaware of the name, Bar La Veinte.

Headed across the street to #1 (as with yesterday, #2 was still closed), walked through the same security check and went in to find it was also about two-thirds full and fifteen girls standing around just like the previous day. What was different this time was the atmosphere. Yesterday, if was guys starting their weekend and on this day, it was guys hanging out, drinking beer and enjoying conversation amongst themselves. Hard to explain how and why it felt different. However, the girls were not getting much attention and suddenly I found myself as the focus of attention by several girls. A few of them there had been giving heavy eye contact the previous day, but they seemed a bit more determined now. There seemed to be a bit more urgency to hook up, as things seemed to be moving slower for their purposes. One WG, a more mature, MILF type in jeans and a tight, knit top broke what I believe was a sort of rule against approaching customers and walked right over to me, asking if I wanted company. I indicated I was okay, but she persisted until I firmly rejected her offer. I didn't mean offense, as she wasn't bad looking. But, I had just taken a sip off my first beer and I was trying to see what I else came in the door. She seemed desperate for the business. Later, I saw this woman had changed her top to something more revealing top which showed more of her ample cleavage. I guess she realized she needed to up her game. The other girls were dressed up better and more revealing. I made chit chat with a group of younger guys at the next table. They had ordered a bottle of tequila and were doing shots. I noticed the music coming over the sound system seemed very good, and the singer seemed very clear. Then I saw an older guy, walking around singing into a wireless mike. It was some Karaoke track and he was serenading the crowd. The staged and the pole was not in use, like the last visit. An entertaining event, nonetheless.

I locked eyes on a white girl with purple highlights in her dark hair and a banging body. She smiled back. I had seen her the day before and was curious. I decided to ask her to sit with me, but decided to take a empty my bladder first, as I felt the urge. Now, this place has an open urinal area with a half partition that allows the staff (and everyone else) to watch you take do your business. There are three toilet stalls for the men, too. I opted for those. When I walked out back from the pisser, she was already engaged with another guy.

However, someone else caught my eye. She was an attractively dressed, MILF type with what looked like beach blonde hair with darker roots and a nice tan from the beach. This turned out to be correct, as she had lily white tanlines when she undressed for me, later. Her dress was short and exposed her nice cleavage, but looked nice on her. She looked more like she was going out dancing than whoring. She kept looking at me and smiling, so I had to walk up to her and ask her over to sit with me. She introduced herself as Daniela and I could feel a great chemistry already. I offered her a drink, and she ordered a Baileys. That must be the official drink of Cali working girls. The waiter, who had waited on me the previous day, brought he a tiny glass with barely a jigger of liquor in it. What kind of drink is that? But, he handed her what looked like a small ticket. Price for two beers, a water and a Baileys? 26 k. The ticket? Possibly a chit from the overpriced liquor.

Daniela got down to business quickly. How much for a hour? She replied with a long "ummmm. 140". Now when a WG has to preface the price with an "Ummmm" you know she is figuring out he much she should try to get off this gringo. I countered with 100 k, and we agreed to 120 k. I expect I paid a gringo premium, but she turned out to be a bargain at twice that price. I paid my tab and she led me through a door inside the bar, leading to a small room next to some stairs. There was basically a place to check into the short-time rooms upstairs. But the staff were at a counter of sorts, behind black iron bars coming down from the ceiling. Daniela requested payment then, as she had to pay for the room herself. After all, these girls are freelancers, and it appears the short-time rooms operate as a separate business, at least superficially. A door from the street makes these accessible to people coming in from outside the bar. The clerk gave her the key, two towels and condoms. We walked upstairs and the room seemed cramped at first, though the bed was round and there was one of those odd "sex benches" for athletic couples to do odd positions on. I wanted to take a quick shower but she was on me like white on rice. She pulled off her dress and pushed her tits in my face. And to my delight allowed DFK. Then she decided to take a quick hygiene break in the toilet area before coming back and going straight to busy. Next think I knew I was on my back, staring at the mirror on the ceiling, which I hadn't noticed earlier which she went to work. She did the whole round the world routine, though it didn't feel mechanical at all. I think she was actually having fun. At least, she seemed to enjoy her work. I couldn't blow my load and then I realized I really needed to to empty my bladder. She was quite patient as I took a bathroom break and even walked to the sink, turned on the water to help me relax and empty my bladder. Talk about service. This chica was great. Bladder empty, we went back to work until I finished and she helped me clean myself up with a wet wipe. She did another hygiene routine before getting dressed. Then she walked me downstairs and we said our farewells. She was back on the floor, soon afterwards.

I went back to my chair and reported to the younger guys at the neighboring table, that Daniela was awesome. The gave me fist bumps and offered me a shot of tequila from the bottle they were drinking. I accepted, of course, and they offered me another. Then one of them produced a tiny spoon and a small bag containing that Magic Andean Dust that Colombia is so famous for. I had a toot, and then accepted another toot. Gracias, amigo! Then they started smirking and motioned for me to wipe the residue from under my nose! Then they had me take another shot of tequila. Oh what fun! I was getting fucked up in a strange place and I knew it was time for me to leave before I got in trouble. You do have to keep it cool, here. I saw the big black security guy escorting two guys out, as it appeared that they were really wasted and staggering. Mind you, he wasn't being a dick, rather he was just letting them know it was time to go home. That's a great thing about the place, the professional security presence. I wanted to stay on their good side.

I left and caught a cab north of the river to a small pub called "Dr Jones". I had visited it twice before in the past week. It is a sort of Rock -and-Roll themed bar where you can get your 80's hair metal fix, though I prefer Jazz and Brazilian pop music. Along the way, I though of Daniela and how she had fit my ideal of the hot, Latina wife. Pretty, classy, good social skills and master of the carnal arts. Not that I would want to marry a prostitute. Rather, it made me wonder, if one can get such awesome women for so cheap, what would happen if you lived there and invested your time and money in a serious relationship. I got my answer soon enough. To be continued.

[World Travel 69]

It looks like not so good.

https://www.google.com/maps/d/edit?h...001712274&z=12

Guys,

I have to go to Tulua to handle some business is there any recommendation for this part of Cali?

[Lancer19]

Guys,

I have to go to Tulua to handle some business is there any recommendation for this part of Cali?

Sorry dude don't even know where that is. If you close to the city you have get a lot here.

[Eszpresszo]

I finished my language class on Friday. I still could not speak Spanish, but at least I knew why. Spanish is not an easy language. I learned German in high school with greater ease. Then again, I had an hour long class, 5 days a week for almost 9 months. Oh wait. Now that I recall, I set foot in Munich for the first time I couldn't understand anyone nor could they understand me, until they switched to their excellent English. But, I digress.

My class completed and my pulled muscle healed up, I decided to go on a bender or at least party hard. I'd exercised restraint since I had homework after class and I wanted to mental clarity during class, in the mornings. But, now I could party.

I walked into centro near the plaza and per Google maps its wasn't a long walk away to Bar La 20 (though it would have been). But, I got distracted by the cool sights of the city and got going South instead of East. There is something appealing about an entire city block devoted to musical instrument stores. Got an Uber to pick me up (BTW Uber sucks in Colombia, or at least in Cali. The savings are nominal and the availability of drivers limited. Plus, you have to pay them cash, as Uber is actually outlawed in Colombia). The driver was not familiar with the name "Bar La Viente", though he recognized the location and assured me there were going to be some pretty chicks with big tits there. That part I could at least understand. Traffic was bad even though it wasn't rush hour yet and the ride to Bar La Veinte was slow. However, he pulled up to the place, and hollered at the big black security guy sitting near the entrance of #2. They chatted a bit and it appears they knew each other. I could make out that the driver was telling him something to the effect of, "hey look I'm' bringing you some business". I got out and the security guard shook my hand and directed me to #1 across the street. There I got the usual pat-down from two security guys who allowed me to pass through the bat-wing "Saloon" doors into what I found to be a larger establishment than I imagined. It was about two thirds full, all male guests and had the predictable ambience you'd expect from a bunch of guys who have just finished the work week. About 15 girls, were spread around in groups of exactly three. I assumed this was some strategy or protocol until the groups broke up or more girls joined them. I was the only gringo there and got a lot of curious looks, especially from the girls. However, everyone was cool and my waiter was especially attentive. The girls have to be summoned over, as I could see there was some protocol against uninvited soliciting.

I started drinking a bottled water to clear my palette before starting on beer. At my age, it pays to rehydrate while drinking so I don't feel like crap the next day. Also I find it actually makes you able to drink more without getting too loopy. I ended up drinking several beers there just taking in the sights. I also attempted light conversation with an older local gent my age, sitting next to me. He eventually attracted a hot looking chica to sit and chat with him. Beers were 5 k, so I bought them a round. The next day, the Calenos would return the favor in spades.

The girls were all doable when I arrived, but some a bit on the mature side. One amazon was almost as tall as me. There were indeed a few with enormous tits. As time passed more chicas came in and they got young and hot looking. I got the feeling it was going to be difficult to make a selection because I kept expecting prettier girls to arrive (and they did). I can easily say the selection was as good as anywhere I visited in Cali. By the time I left the number of girls in #1 had doubled though the place was now full.

I did plan to visit Bar Olympus that evening so I decided to bolt before I got too crunked (Actually, I was too crunked) When I went outside it was dusk and the chicas were beginning to migrate across the street to #2, which was now open. At the entrance to #2, stood two uniformed cops, one of whom was openly drinking a bottle Colombia Club. I got the impression they were just hanging out and taking the scenery. I tried to get another Uber but the three drivers who took the ride all canceled. After ten minutes of standing there, I caught a cab and gave the taxista the address to Bar Olympus. He was not familiar with the name or the address. But, he got me there easily enough. Going down Avenida Roosevelt, it was just off the intersection, opposite a larger Terpel fuel station. As Cr. 28 was one way, heading into the avenue, the taxista cleverly cut through the gas station and dropped me off near the front of the club, while calling out and exchanging pleasantries with the two staff members out front. I expect this is the driver's way of building credibility with the brothel staff, possibly for some perks, later? A woman collected 5 k entrance from me, and the guy with him gave me a quick frisk and directed me to the entrance. Note, the place is not marked with any signage, like most brothels in Colombia. Inside the place was stark white with some black trim and the lighting a bit dim. There were at least a dozen girls in the place, all buck naked and barefoot. Not a thread of clothing on these girls. In one corner a bar area was behind black, iron bars, as was the case with Bar La Veinte. I think I was the eighth customer in the place. A cute young waitress took my order for a beer, and gave me change from a 10 k in a lot of coins. The music wasn't too bad, I'm happy to see and was more electronic than the usual salsa, reggaeton, bachata stuff. There was at least one pole and a upholstered platform of some sort, but no stage and nobody was dancing at all. Slowly the girls came over and introduced themselves. They were a diverse bunch, of every type and overall nice looking, though not striking. The one that got my attention the most was a pleasant looking, negra with a nice build. And I do mean this was a very black girl. Dark chocolate. I got her to come over to talk with me, as she had introduced herself in English, as Maya. Prices were 85 k an hour, she said. I checked my funds and inquired if an ATM was nearby. She indicated they accepted cards. Around that time, a small group of guys came in and got one girl to dance for them. That amounted to her shaking her naked ass in their faces.

We went to the bar area and a guy took my card and processed payment with the greatest of ease far in Cali. I'm not sure why card transactions are such a hassle in Colombia, while their southern neighbor, Brazil is a society that prefers cards over cash. Even Brazilian acompanhantes are carrying card readers attached to their phone.

Once I paid up, Maya walked me out into the hall and up the stairs. There a woman at a desk was doled out the room key, condoms and towels, while the girls signed in and out on a sheet attached to a clipboard. As we approached, a very white and petite MILF type was returning her keys to the attendant. While not pretty, I would have liked to have had her in the mix with Maya, due to their extreme opposite features. I could have been in the middle of an Oreo, so to speak.

The room itself was small, but comfortable enough. I think there was a small flat panel on the wall, but no porn on it at that time. This was my first time with a truly black girl (I dated a pretty mulatta girl when I was young). She didn't disappoint. She was generous with the DFK, and her caresses. I asked her for a massage, as I had a crick in my neck earlier from sleeping the wrong way. To my utter surprise, she actually gave me a decent message. I think she might have had some formal training because of the way she kneaded my muscles. Her English was not good, but between that and my bad Spanish we did okay. I whipped out my usual Okomato condoms, explaining these were the best in the world and did not break. She seemed impressed and admitted the condoms given to her were not very good. But, we all know that. After a decent CBJ we got down to the action. While bigger than most Colombianas, she was sufficiently snug and the lack of baby damage or any stretch marks suggested that her twat was in original condition. There was no mirror in the room, unfortunately, as I would have loved to see what it looked like with my white ass pounding her black ass while doing doggie. I did not eat the girl as I had thought I would, which was probably just as well. As I pounding her on all fours, a strong, fishy scent wafted upward to my nostrils. The girl was otherwise hygienic and had a quick shower before and after sex. I was under the impression that the darker the puuus, the sweeter the juice, as a Dutch friend told me. It was fragrant to the say the least.

Unfortunately, my plan to get crunked had succeeded and after pumping the girl in various positions, I found myself unable to come as hard as we tried. In short, I was too drunk to fuck. When I was younger I was able to pull this off, but when I was young I was able to do a lot of things I cannot do now. As our hour was approaching its end, I tried to explain the situation to Maya, who seemed genuinely concerned that I was unable to bust a nut with her. I had to assure her it was me, not her. To assuage her fears, I gave her a 20 k note for her good service. She seemed to really appreciate that and asked me to return again. I actually wanted to do that, but it never happened due to time constraints, as I had maybe 48 hours left in Cali at that point.

We said our farewells and having had enough to drink, I headed out the door, exchanged greeting with the door staff and hailed a taxi that was about to leave the gas station across the street. Not wanting to flash a photo of the club with two staff members standing there (They might not understand or like it) I took a photo from the Terpel station just to give you a landmark for reference (see below). The club is actually located in the center background of the photo with only the light of the gas station to illuminate it. Getting back to my digs was easy, as we went up Calle 5. That street is virtually a freeway at that point with multiple lanes and no stop lights until we approached my neighborhood. All in all, an enjoyable night and I resolved to return to Bar La 20 and enjoy the selection the next day.

[Eszpresszo]

Sorry to hear that you had a bad experience over at Dr. Amor but just hearing the name made me hard. LOL.

Will be back in Cali less than two weeks.

Maybe you can do a TR and see if my fears are justified. Or maybe my timing was just bad. Otherwise, everywhere else I visited in Cali was a great option and the city is far and away a better option than Bogota and Medellin, at least for my purposes. OF the three, its the only one I would visit again for the punting experience. As far as the general population goes, they are favorite Colombians.

[PussyRiot]

Dr. Amor has a good reputation and I have read about it on other websites. Others have, as well, judging by the presence of some many gringos during my visit. Perhaps, Dr. Amor became a victim of its own success. In any case, I cannot recommend the place. Every other place I visited in Cali, I got good service and respectful treatment from the staff. Why settle for less?

Sorry to hear that you had a bad experience over at Dr. Amor but just hearing the name made me hard. LOL.

Will be back in Cali less than two weeks.

[Eszpresszo]

Decided to hit Caras Lindas, after my disappointing experience at Dr. Amor. I headed up there in the early evening and arrived after dusk. The boss recognized me and welcomed me back. Still did the usual pat down and look into the security cam. There was another guy there waiting on the couch. The porter offered me a beer, which I accepted. Two other guys walked in and joined us. Then came the line up. Five girls including Natalia. Two were prettier, and two less so. I was asked my choice first and chose Natalia again. Best to go with a winner after the previous day's disappointing experience. But, the lineup was good overall and that didn't count girls already at work upstairs. The two guys who had walked in were not impressed and left. I think the guy who there when I walked in was waiting on someone else. Made payment for the hour, 90 k for paying on a CC, and 6 k in cash for the beer and Natalia took me upstairs to the a more cozy room this time, with subdued lighting.

One thing about going with someone you have great chemistry with, is she will know what you like, and my girl engaged me from the get-go for the rest of the hour. The kisses were deeper, the bites on my nipples a bit harder, the tongue drifting a bit farther around the pole during the CBJ. I've previously only gone with the same WG twice, which I never did until I visited Brazil last April. Quality always makes you come back. Speaking of which, as I left Natalia mde the requisite phone call to the boss, which I confirmed all went well. And of course, I came back for a final visit before I came home.

[Eszpresszo]

I didn't come to Cali for 8 nights just to monger. Actually I came to take an intensive, beginners Spanish course. In a town where hardly anybody speaks English, this was a great place for an immersive experience. Not to mention the Spanish language school was highly rated, and inexpensive. After the five day course was over, here is what I learned: Spanish is hard. People are always saying "Spanish is easy to learn", yet none of those people who say that actually speak Spanish very well.

Anyways, after my first class on Monday afternoon, I followed another jaywalker across a busy thoroughfare and realized I had three lanes of fast moving traffic bearing down on me. At that point, I panicked and tried to lunge forward by springing off my left foot, only to feel a sharp pain in my calf. I made it across to the traffic island, in pain. But, it appears that I pulled a muscle in my calf. That is surprising, considering that I am a runner and put my legs through worse stress on a daily basis without any injuries. I limped back to my AirBnB rental in pain, and medicated myself with Black Bush and Panadol with Codeine. I had planned to carouse but it wasn't going to happen. I woke up in pain in the middle of the night, and had to pop another Panadol with some more liquor. I woke up in time for my class, found my leg stiff and uncomfortable to walk on. I limped the short distance to class. Didn't look like Day 4 was going to be any fun, either. I rested the remainder of Tuesday and by Wednesday, my calf was feeling better and I wasn't limping so bad. Feeling like I could handle some poon, I hobbled outside around 2 PM and caught a cab direct to Dr. Amor. It was raining lightly at that time and going to a casa seemed a great way to spend the afternoon, indoors. After my incomplete visit on the day I arrived, I was eager to see what it was really like.

The taxista seemed to be well familiar with the place and dropped me off at the gate. I hobbled inside, only to be greeted by an unfriendly doorman who slid the door open for me and I made my way inside. Nobody greeted me this time either, however there were also two uniformed cops standing there. I wondered if there was trouble but it didn't seem like there was. The first sitting area had several guys there and I took a seat among them. The two cops seemed to be just surveying the situation and one was sipping from a clear plastic cup with a clear liquid in it. Agua or Aguadiente? Eventually, a younger walked in, summoning me and a friendly young guy to a presentation room. We sat on a short couch, and exchanged greetings. Then the line up came in one at a time, introducing themselves and quickly removing themselves. The lineup was not impressive. The girls were bigger than the girls I had previously seen in the casas I had visited, and not necessarily in a good way. They were wearing full torso lingerie for the most part, so you weren't completely sure what was underneath. There were also on the dark side, which is fine with me. One girl was almost 6' in her high heels. The other guy there with me, commented that there was a tall girl for me (I'm 6'4") though she seemed a bit cool towards me and I ruled her out. I didn't see any collared bracelets to indicated any kind of price tier as I had read about. Probably because the girls were all on a lower tier? Only two out of about a dozen girls even seemed to smile at me and show interest. One was a dark, voluptuous girl with some clearly African blood in her, named Anni. I liked her smile and her lovely, dark eyes. I was underwhelmed with the quality of the lineup, but I was here and I was going to get my nut off. I picked Anni. The other guy who was there for the viewing chose the only light skinned girl in the line up.

After indicating our choices to the host, he directed us to the back lounge area, where our dates soon showed up to take us to the cashier. The actual cashier was at the end of a narrow hall, in a setup like a drive through band teller. A thick plate of glass and an open space under the window from which funds were paid and towels and condoms for the session were dispensed. I paid for an hour - 85 k like everywhere else and put it on my credit card. At that time, I noticed another guy around my age at the cashier / teller say "credit" in a clear American accent. He wasn't the confident sort, and looked down at his paunch instead of looking at me directly. Then I heard two American voices talking a bit too loud coming from the lounge area. They were talking about German engineering. Uh oh, my countrymen have arrived and I don't think its too good. I generally avoid other Americans on vacation, mostly because I don't want to hear what they have to say, and I like to forget what I left behind. But, its also a sign that something is about to be spoiled, if it hasn't happened already.

Towels in hand, Miss Anni took me up to the room. It wasn't bad and the temperature was right. Then it went downhill from there. Unlike the previous girls I had on earlier nights, Anni was not going to DFK. Actually, she wasn't going to kiss period. I got undressed and she asked I wanted something to drink, and I requested a Bretagna (bottled sparkling water, its great). She asked if she could have a Bailey's. I said yes, hoping it might loosen her up. She picked up the phone and placed an order. When I came out of the shower, a women was putting in through the opening in the door, and Anni took the payment, 27 k. Not a bad price for a bottled water and a Bailey's on ice in the US. But, exorbitant in Colombia. Anni and the unseen attendant seemed to be exchanging terse words through the opening. I think it might have had something to do with having to give some of my change back.

I bid Anni to relax and enjoy her drink while I snuggled up to her. With her lingerie off, I could see her body wasn't that great. She had some ugly tats and a bit of a belly that had been restrained by her lingerie. She didn't mind me spreading her legs and playing with her pussy. But, she would not kiss. I thought I could break the ice by going down on her. But she didn't seem too excited despite my efforts. Okay, you had your chance. I let her do the work, and she was of course one of those that wasn't going to do anything until she gets the condom on you. After a half-heated, CBJ I pushed her back, pulled her legs open and went to work. One inside, it was obvious. That pussy was beat. She admitted she had a daughter, but who knows what else. I got her in different positions but she couldn't get excited and I was getting too bored to get my nut off. I finally asked her just to finish with a HJ. But, she botched that, too.

I guess I should have cut my losses early, and moved onto any of the other casas in the area. I have actually calculated that on average, one out of five of the new girls I engage is going to be a disappointment. This is my aggregate global average based on all the places I have mongered in. This was that one out of five. I took another shower, as I had started to work up a sweat and probably reeked of poon. She did the same and as I was dressing, she actually asked me for a "propina", which I declined to give her. I should not have been surprised, as poor quality providers typically do this. The good providers, in any country, have never asked for a "propina" or other gratuity (though I did have one good street puta in the DR allude to it prior to a good session). And there is where the problem arises, I think. These type of poor service providers probably can't hold down a decent, ordinary job. So, they try whoring, thinking if the open their legs and lay there, guys will throw money at them. The concept of being rewarded by getting paid for doing what they are supposed to be doing, seems to elude them. And I don't think there is much help for these girls.

Anyways, I bid her farewell, and headed downstairs and to the exit. Predictably, no staff asked if the service was okay. I couldn't get the door to slide open correctly, and was tugging it when the door guy pulled it open from the outside. He gave me this look like I was some kind of dumbass. I tried to explain I couldn't get the door to unlatch, but he just said "Okay" and pointed towards the parking lot. I wasn't sure exactly what that was supposed to mean. But, I assume he was trying to say "Just beat it". It rubbed me the wrong way, in light of the poor service I had just paid for. They say "Third time is a charm", but I have no interest in returning and taking my chances again.

At least it was no longer raining, and as I needed to do some shopping I headed up towards Avenida 6. Then, I realized something: I wasn't really limping anymore and the discomfort from walking was minimal now. I'm not sure if the hour with Anni had anything to with it. But, if it was by accident, so powerful physical therapy, it was priceless. After that, all things went uphill again.

Dr. Amor has a good reputation and I have read about it on other websites. Others have, as well, judging by the presence of some many gringos during my visit. Perhaps, Dr. Amor became a victim of its own success. In any case, I cannot recommend the place. Every other place I visited in Cali, I got good service and respectful treatment from the staff. Why settle for less?

[DamonBlack]

Guys,

I have to go to Tulua to handle some business is there any recommendation for this part of Cali?

Nope sorry the girls there for the lack of a better word are ghetto like. They are cheap they in some "casas". Like 15 $.

[JormanL]

Guys,

I have to go to Tulua to handle some business is there any recommendation for this part of Cali?