Cali Reports

[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?

[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.