Cali Reports

[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?

[Eszpresszo]

Woke up after a long night's rest and took advantage of the free breakfast offered at the Hotel Grenada Real. It was predictably Colombian, that is a bit on the bland side. Ironic that a town where Salsa is the preferred music genre, people can't be bothered to put salsa on the table. I had planned to take along a small bottle of Taasco or Cholula sauce for these types of breakfast, but forgot. At least the coffee was excellent, as it typically is, in Colombia.

Took a shower, and headed on over to Caras Lindas, which was not even a full three blocks from the Grenada Real. It just past 11 am, when the place opens on Sunday (yes it is open on Sunday, though the website and their business card says otherwise). A guy was sweeping out front as I hit the buzzer. No answer and I asked the guy out front if the place was open. He nodded, came over and rang the buzzer, pounded the door and whistled really loud. The door was soon answered by a younger guy in a worn out t-shirt, shorts and crocs. He looked at me and seemed to be sizing me up, before letting me come in. He requested a pat down (I think he was afraid I wasn't experienced with the pat down concept) and direct me to look up into the security camera on the wall. After that he pushed back the curtains (or were those really just sheets?) and directed me to have a seat or have a beer, which I accepted (6 k though there are vending machines with soft drinks and snacks in there as well). A Bang Bros video was on the TV on the wall. He went to summon the talent from behind another partition of sheets and out she popped. Barely 5 feet in her platform wedgies and wearing only a g-string. Her long black, curly hair fell down to her nice breasts. She was neither curvy nor skinny, but still in possession of a nice butt and a great body with no visible baby damage. Her face was pleasant, though not beautiful. She seemed shy and introduced herself in English as Natalia before disappearing back behind the curtains. The manager came back out and explained that they were no other girls available at the moment. But, others were going to come down in about half an hour. I thought maybe he meant other girls would be arriving at work soon. Actually, there were four other girls with customers upstairs in their four rooms. Heck, they had been open for maybe 15 minutes and they had 4 customers being services, already? I wonder if they were lined up outside when the place opened.

I waited awhile and then I realized Check Out time was 1:00 PM at the Grenada Real and I was supposed to meet my AirBnB host at his rental shortly afterward. I'd need to pick someone soon, if I was going to go for an hour with her and be back at the hotel by one. I told the porter, a fairly young guy who was always in blue scrubs and matching blue crocs, that I wanted Natalia. He went and summoned her, she came out and in her limited English explained we would have to wait for a room to be vacant. That's when I realized the other girls were already snatched up early, and frankly I didn't want a chick who had just finished with a guy a few moments earlier. She disappeared back behind the curtain and shortly afterwards a pretty, statuesque morena walked down the stairs buck naked and barefoot. I later found out her name was Stefani. She smirked as she walked past me but made no attempt to cover herself. Then walked past me again in all her nakedness. Then some moto courier walked in, helmet in hand and a package in the other. At that point she hastily covered herself with towel. No free shows unless you are a customer. You could see the disappointment in his face.

Another naked girl walked down from upstairs, followed by the porter and then Natalia came back to take the cash, finally. It was a real process running my credit card through, which was a problem almost everywhere in Cali when you use plastic. Card price when you add the beer in was 96 k. We headed upstairs into a large room with a high ceiling. It was at least air conditioned and really at an optimum temperature when you're naked. There was also a massage table in that room, though I can't imagine getting a good massage there. I took a quick shower in the open shower stall in the corner, and then she did the same.

For some reason, Natalia decided step back into her high heel wedgies while I was sitting on the bed. However that put her tits are mouth level. Mmmmm! I went to work and decided to kiss her. To my utter surprise, she allowed me to DFK for awhile. Just over a year ago, I was in a Casa in Bogota, where a Mulatta Venezolana actually wanted 15 k just to suck her amazing, big tits and anything above the neck was a no go zone for my lips. She wanted another 15 k just to lick her pussy. But, different standards apply in Cali, AFAIK. I pushed Natalia down on her back, pulled her legs apart and started to dine on her tiny sweetmeats, to which she offered no objections, just heavy breathing until she had enough. Wow. We did not get to Brazilian or even Thai levels of service yet. But, we had busted past the mediocrity I have called "Colombian Levels of Service" (as when a Brazilian massagista is lazy and below local standards) On went the condom before the CBJ and there was no licking of the surrounding areas as I experienced the previous night. However, she did a decent job before mounting and riding cowgirl and then around for reverse cowgirl, where I could squeeze her cute ass. Finally finished with mish accompanied by much DFK (despite our extreme difference in height). I was impressed by the affectionate nature of this girl and decided I would need to come back. But, before I left she picked up the phone on wall, dialed a number and indentified herself, before handing the phone to me. It was the manager on the line. With my limited Spanish, I could make out that he was asking me how Natalia did, to which I replied very good! Quality control! This phone call is required at the end, at this casa. I have also had other managers at the better Colombian casas ask me how the service was as I left. But here you get to answer that before you leave the room. Quality control.

I had grabbed a business card on the pedestal where the card machine is located. It still says "Tuercas and Tonillos" (Nuts and Bolts). The text translates to "We have all kinds of nuts for your screws". What an advertising slogan!

[Eszpresszo]

Arrived in Cali late Saturday afternoon, and was close to 7 by the time I got to my hotel and got checked in. Copa actually served a sandwich on the flight in so I didn't feel like dinner, yet (United gave nada to eat for the first two legs of the trip. I swear flying economy coach on United is like flying on Spirit). Had a shower, a change of clothes and hit the street. I was eager to check out Eventos Liz and Dr Amor, though the latter would be closing soon. Made my way onto Avenida 2, probably at the wrong place before heading east and missed Eventos Liz, but passed Club Faraon. A bunch of friendly young dudes out front invited me in. I wanted to check it out later, but cruise the other options in the area first.

At the corner were a pair of unconvincing trannies who called out to me. While not physically threatening, they exuded an aura of extreme creepiness and I made haste at moving on, not realizing I was walking past Dr. Amor. Down the block I did pass a pair of dodgy looking characters outside an open door. They pointed inside the door, where there was a dimly-lit, half flight of stairs down, and they said something about Chicas. I nodded, but moved on as I wasn't sure what it was and I wasn't in the mood for the uncharted. Another poster mentioned an unnamed place that wasn't on the map around the same location. I never got a chance to go investigate further.

At some point I realized I'd passed Dr. Amor and circled around the block on foot and found Dr. Amor. The trannies were gone from the corner at least, and I went back to Faraon to check it out, first. A guy at the door gave me the cursory frisk, and walked me inside to the bar. A young woman was working the bar, and standing there was a very young, bleach blonde trollop who greeted me. I returned the greeting but didn't find her interesting as she looked more like a runaway street kid than a puta. Only a couple of guys sitting on a couch drinking beer. Nominal decor and a few rooms that seemed empty and unused. I sat down, drank my beer and waited for something to happen. Nothing did. The place was dead. The teen and the bar maid had disappeared and eventually I decided to disappear too, after finishing my beer.

Walked around to Dr. Amor and into the lot. A guy greeted me outside and opened the sliding door to let me in. I wasn't greeted by anyone, nor did I get the usual pat down. I walked past the empty front desk into the next room, with its numerous couches and there were a handful of guys sitting there, seeming surprised to see me. I took a seat on a couch, noticed people moving back and forth around this place, which is rather big. Female silhouettes behind the frost glass partition. Seemed a lot of porters at work too. A guy walked into the room, presumably a boss, who took note of me with a bit of surprise and hollered something down the hall. I heard a bell ring and eventually a pretty, light-skinned came out and introduced herself. I can't recall her name, but she was very doable. She stepped away out of the room and I awaited the rest of the lineup, but none came. I noticed people hustling around and then it occurred to me that it was a quarter past 8 and these people were getting ready to close up for the night. The same guy walked past, gave me a surprised look, and hollered down a hallway. However, no other girls appeared and the other guys in the room were just chatting and possibly just waiting on a friend to finish his session or maybe pick up someone after work. Not seeing any service headed my way, I decided to cut and run. As I exited the door guy, gave me a sympathetic look, and pointed back towards Faraon (or maybe it was toward Eventos Liz, further down the blocks) and seemed to suggest I check out other options. I suggest not going to Dr. Amor too late, if at all.

I was curious about La Piscina, based on some notes from others here, and actually walked up there using Google Maps on my phone. It wasn't that far, actually despite being on the north end of that corner of Cali. In fact, most of the brothels north of the river appear to be walking distance (at least for me). However, while the address Eddie has down on his Cali list, the actual location shown on Google Maps is incorrect, and the photo of a sign on the Google Maps site is some other type of social spot two door down from La Pisicina. I asked a taxista if he knew where it was and he motioned me into the cab, drove me around the corner and up a few blocks off this one way street (he could not have driven me up the two blocks directly). And dropped me off in front of a building with some people standing out front. A young lady in street clothes was talking to some guys and greeted me as I stepped out. I walked in the open door. The place was empty and I walked in looking for the actual pool, but saw none. Like Faraon it had a bit of unused space and then I noticed a bar with a large black man leaning against it, intently watching a soccer game. I asked him what was going on, and he was startled to see me standing there. He got me a beer and directed me to sit at a table in the front room. Shortly afterwards, the girl who was standing around in front came and introduced herself. Then came in a very short, curvy, barefoot girl in a tight, short dress. She introduced herself as Chique. She wasn't pretty but had an appealing smile and was enthusiastic in her presentation before walking away. Later another girl came in and that was it. Not an impressive lineup. But, I sensed I didn't have stamina to look further, as I had woken at 5 am to get here. I decided if I was going to get laid I should just pull the trigger. I asked the guy how much the girls were for an hour. He said something to the effect of "it depends on what level the girl is (unquote), which girl do you want?" I asked for Chiqui and he said 85 k. Actually, that was the price for an hour at the all the other brothels I visited. Caras Lindas, Olympus, Dr. Amor, it was always 85 k an hour when you paid cash. He hollered "Chique", who seemed very excited to be picked. I fumbled through the wad of bills I had stuffed in my money clip and paid the guy.

Chique took me upstairs into a room lit by a black light and a full wall mural of a blonde chick in lingerie on the wall. It was stuffy and warm. The shower didn't have a light that was working and I declined the shower as it was pitch dark in there. Chique got down to business quickly, pulling off her dress. A bit more padding than I prefer, but nice tits. Then she did something no other Colombian puta ever did: she let me deep kiss her and didn't even ask for extra money. Besides 85 k an hour, DFK is standard in Cali (at least for me it was). She did adhere to the Colombian standard of getting a condom on me quickly, but at least she did do a decent suck with ample licking of my bare nether parts and the 'taint, another first for me in Colombia. Things were really looking up. We got to the main event and despite the extreme difference in our heights (I am 6'4" and she was maybe 4'10") I managed to get in her with some help of an ID lube packet I'd brought along. She was extra snug like the SE Asian girls. Despite her petite size, she withstood a prolonged pounding on all fours. I was so satisfied at her exceeding Colombian Standards of Mediocrity that I had to ask her number, which she gladly provided. Unfortunately, I never got around to a later rendez-vous at a love hotel (which I wanted to try). But, it wasn't a bad start for such a downscale and disorganized Casa De Cita. But, that was just the end of the night, and this was the beginning of my 9 days in Cali.

[The Tall Man]

I'm glad you like Club Son Sonera. Its not as fancy as some of the other places; more of a blue collar place; and its usually pretty dark in there. Need to adjust your eyes when you get in there. One block over is Bar La Viente I and II. Always a lot of chicas there. A few of them black. Happy hunting!

I was in Cali this past April / May and must say that I like the layout and atmosphere of La Viente as it reminds me how the Zone Norte bars in Tijuana, Baja California, were like 20 to 25 years ago, specifically Adilitas Bar. A bare bones working girl house with a caged in security bar serving reasonable priced beer and simple tables and chairs with people drinking and checking out who they want to fuck. Love the simplicity of it all.

The Tall Man.

[BayBoy]

Thanks for the tip! I went to Club Son Sonera, around 18 h00, not many people inside but there was one dark skinned Calea called Luciana. She should exercise a bit to loose her belly but otherwise looked good with a nice ass and even nicer attitude. She was even up for anal. Damage of a half hour was 60 k. Solid session, even got kisses with a bit of tongue (but not DFK). She deserved my leche and an extra 10 k.

I told her she was, by far, the best of 4 I had in the last 24 h.

Quite busy at Dr Amor around 11 am. I saw a few clients and about 10 chicas. The one I picked at was really disappointing. She had a great bubble ass, but we didn't click, I did not even finish my half hour and left.

I went to Caras Linda around noon. I picked Melania (I think) out of 6 or 7 chicas and and had a much better session with her, 45 k+5 k tip for 20 minutes, good attitude and good moves.

I'm glad you like Club Son Sonera. Its not as fancy as some of the other places; more of a blue collar place; and its usually pretty dark in there. Need to adjust your eyes when you get in there. One block over is Bar La Viente I and II. Always a lot of chicas there. A few of them black. Happy hunting!

[Darwin]

It was busier today around 14 h, I spotted a half dozen black chicas. Karen had the most amazing bubble ass, we had a good time (60 k, no anal but she let me take pictures and videos too).

As I was talking to Karen, a very cute but smaller-assed back chica, Luciana came by. She suggested a trio, which was decided at 50 k each for a short time. We had a great time, both were down for everything including anal and Luciana was game to go down on Karen too. We did a bunch of different positions, DATY while the other was riding me, other positions, anal. They got my leche and all the spare cash I had, which was about 20 k.

I really like this place, thanks again for the tip. It's not as classy is Caras Lindas or Dr Amor and chicas may not be as attractive, but attitude is good and I like the selection of black chicas.

FWIW, all 8 of my Tinder dates I was juggling with have flaked out on me. Got a single date with an interesting girl, the only one that had lived in the US for a few years, but she had very little time.

[Darwin]

Try Club Son Sonara (spelling) on 19th Street, south of the river.

Thanks for the tip! I went to Club Son Sonera, around 18 h00, not many people inside but there was one dark skinned Caleña called Luciana. She should exercise a bit to loose her belly but otherwise looked good with a nice ass and even nicer attitude. She was even up for anal. Damage of a half hour was 60 k. Solid session, even got kisses with a bit of tongue (but not DFK). She deserved my leche and an extra 10 k.

I told her she was, by far, the best of 4 I had in the last 24 h.

Quite busy at Dr Amor around 11 am. I saw a few clients and about 10 chicas. The one I picked at was really disappointing. She had a great bubble ass, but we didn't click, I did not even finish my half hour and left.

I went to Caras Linda around noon. I picked Melania (I think) out of 6 or 7 chicas and and had a much better session with her, 45 k+5 k tip for 20 minutes, good attitude and good moves.

[The Tall Man]

I landed too late tonight to check out Dr Amor or Caras Lindas.

There was a single chica at Club Granada around 23h30, was quoted 76 k for 30 minutes.

Many chicas at Geisha's, was quoted repeatedly 50 k for 20 minutes, 70-90 k for 30 minutes. So-so session with Daniela, who promised anal but couldn't deliver.

Two questions if I may:

1) Many girls were drinking with chicos. If I wanted to talk about a session with one of them, is it OK to approach them and hire them, or is there an etiquette to wait until the guys leave or they get away from the table?

2) More importantly, I was disappointed to not see a single black girl (out of maybe 30?) at geisha's. Where would I have better luck finding some?

I tried like hell to find me a dark skinned caliena on my last visit, I am sure that I did at Dr Amor but turned out she was a costena from Santa Marta, still a shit load of fun, great attitude.

I think that when I need to quench my thirst for a black Cali girl I only need to look in my home town of Medellin as I found a great caliena in centro about 8 months back, again a shit load of fun!

Go figure!

The Tall Man.

[BayBoy]

I landed too late tonight to check out Dr Amor or Caras Lindas.

There was a single chica at Club Granada around 23h30, was quoted 76 k for 30 minutes.

Many chicas at Geisha's, was quoted repeatedly 50 k for 20 minutes, 70-90 k for 30 minutes. So-so session with Daniela, who promised anal but couldn't deliver.

Two questions if I may:

1) Many girls were drinking with chicos. If I wanted to talk about a session with one of them, is it OK to approach them and hire them, or is there an etiquette to wait until the guys leave or they get away from the table?

2) More importantly, I was disappointed to not see a single black girl (out of maybe 30?) at geisha's. Where would I have better luck finding some?

Try Club Son Sonara (spelling) on 19th Street, south of the river.

[Darwin]

I landed too late tonight to check out Dr Amor or Caras Lindas.

There was a single chica at Club Granada around 23h30, was quoted 76 k for 30 minutes.

Many chicas at Geisha's, was quoted repeatedly 50 k for 20 minutes, 70-90 k for 30 minutes. So-so session with Daniela, who promised anal but couldn't deliver.

Two questions if I may:

1) Many girls were drinking with chicos. If I wanted to talk about a session with one of them, is it OK to approach them and hire them, or is there an etiquette to wait until the guys leave or they get away from the table?

2) More importantly, I was disappointed to not see a single black girl (out of maybe 30?) at geisha's. Where would I have better luck finding some?

[Rover2]

Ok back in Cali. I stopped by Fantasy massage yesterday afternoon. Not many girls but there was one maybe a seven but nice attitude and tiny the way I like them.

Diana, took her for half hour but told her if she's fun we could extend. She took it to heart and put a lot of enthusiasm into her work.

Good CBJ and then when I was satisfied with that she was ready to mount me.

She make a great cowgirl!

So as sh started that I told her yeah we need more than 30 minutes.

Good service good attitude.

50/30 min 70/ HR.

Today mid afternoon checked out Karen Linda. 10-15 chicas and a couple flakas.

Chose Yolanda or think that's what her name was. Easy to identify. White Colombiana whith really kinky hair. Maybe five foot tall.

Also good experience and great attitude..

Great reporting. Love the way you handled the cops.

[Sky Jump]

Ok back in Cali. I stopped by Fantasy massage yesterday afternoon. Not many girls but there was one maybe a seven but nice attitude and tiny the way I like them.

Diana, took her for half hour but told her if she's fun we could extend. She took it to heart and put a lot of enthusiasm into her work.

Good CBJ and then when I was satisfied with that she was ready to mount me.

She make a great cowgirl!

So as sh started that I told her yeah we need more than 30 minutes.

Good service good attitude.

50/30 min 70/ HR.

Today mid afternoon checked out Karen Linda. 10-15 chicas and a couple flakas.

Chose Yolanda or think that's what her name was. Easy to identify. White Colombiana whith really kinky hair. Maybe five foot tall.

Also good experience and great attitude.

I always try and joke around with the girls. Get them laughing a lot and I think that's in you favor.

35/30 min 42/ HR.

When I was leaving there was a cop in the casa that I passed on the way out.

I got about two blocks away before they caught up to me at the corner.

Pulled me aside and ask for documents.

I normally always carry a copy of my passport but I bought a new wallet the other day and I don't have a copy on me. Dam after thirty plus years of living, working and traveling outside the US this is the first time I have ever been ask for any documents on the street and I don't have anything except a driver's license.

So I know what game we are about to play. Only thing they didn't know is I love games!

So pretty much after he looked at my license and I didn't have my passport they tried to shake me down.

Well we are on a busy corner, it's hot as fuck and they are in full uniform and motorcycle helmets.

So my first thought was I wonder how long I can keep them in the sun?

So every time they would ask me a question I would respond No intiendo.

Then I would start talking to them in Spanish and just start saying stupid shit that didn't make any sense in Spanish. LOL 😁.

So this goes on for at least five minutes. I mean I am really jerking their chain.

Then the guy on the back of the bike starts patting his pocket and telling me I must pay a Multa.

And of course I responded back No entiendo!

So the frustration is starting to set in for them. So the other cop pulls out his phone to use the translation.

OK I have one of those too.

So he hands me his phone and in English it says I must pay a fine.

So I told them in Spanish give me a ticket. Well we all know they don't have a ticket for that. So he hands me the phone and it says it would be safer to pay them there.

I handed them my phone and it said in Spanish that my brother and father are police officer and I don't pay bribes.

Once again I tell them in Spanish give me a ticket or call you boss and tell him to bring an air conditioned car please so we don't have to stand in the sun.

They still keep trying to tell me with their phone I am illegal because I don't have my passport.

So I use my phone and googled what documents I need to carry in Colombia?

I don't actually read anything but then looked up at them and said.

Right here it says I only need to have my passport at points of entry into the country and handed them my phone and it is an English web page but I tell them it's a Colombian web page for tourist.

And they say something else to me and of course I said, lo siento No entiendo!

I guess after close to 8-10 minutes they realized they were not going to get their multa and told me to have a nice day.

I always stay respectful when talking to any cops but it was fun yanking there chain. LOL.