2004 Archived Reports

[Blue Nose]

Was in the zona this weekend, and had a great time, as always. I got there earlier than I usually do on Saturday, so I decided to walk from the border. It was a nice day, and the street vendors and Farmacia hawkers were out in full force. Just for fun, I did one lap on Revolucion, and then walked back along Constitutcion towards the zona. Did not go for my usual massage at Aztec, and I have basically given up all hope of finding an "in between" massage parlor in TJ: you are either stuck with Aztec with just a massage, or you go to a FS prlor where it is $40 to get in the door and the "massage" lasts about 180 seconds before the negotiations begin.

Got to AB just after 12pm and the place was actually fairly busy, even though there weren't that many girls working. My usual place at the bar was taken, so I went to the bar on the right and relaxed with a few beers. There seemed to be a lot more stage activity this Saturday than other weeks, and I was well positioned to enjoy it. Saw a lot of familiar faces at AB, but the girl I had seen last weekend and regretted not hooking up with was not there. Damn, that always happens!! Saw a number of guys go upstairs with 2 girls, and one guy had two 9s with him as he left: lucky bastard! There was one hot girl that was wearing low cut jeans (unbuttoned) and a shirt that said "Brasil" on it - anybody got any reports on her?

After three beers, I still wasn't getting into it, and I had turned down a number of girls. Not good. It was time, I felt, to get out the Big Guns. Out I went, and down to a Farmacia on Constitucion for some Cialis. Got a 20mg tablet and took it right away. I figured that the Farmacias along Consitucion were safer than along Revolucion since there are more local people, and fewer tourists, around even if it is only one block away. Amazing how quickly TJ changes from street to street.

Back to AB, where I sat sipping another beer and waiting for the C to kick in. It really is great stuff, and once one of the girls comes over and rubs your prick you never look back. I apologize to any of you guys who were at AB on Saturday afternoon: I was the guy walking around the club with a raging hard on that just would not quit. Anyway, I finally ended up with Veronica, a nice looking blonde from a place I had never heard of. She has a tatoo on one ankle and one on her left breast. She originally wanted $60 but I sent her away. Eventually she came back and we agreed on $50 (plus the standard $11 for the room and $1 tip for the cleaning guys.) Well, she was one of these girls who looked better in the club, but at that point I was not compaining: as she was undressing, I was feeling her tits and dry humping her leg!! Started with a nice CBJ and a tit fuck, and then moved to reverse cowgirl. Almost came, but I held back for some mish and then the grand finale of some doggie style pounding. Overall rating - looks: 7, body: 7, attitude: 8.5, service: 8.5. No compaints, really.

Over to the alley where I did a few laps looking at the SWs. The girls on the Miami side were definitely hotter this week. Saw a few nice ones, and also a few real hotties on Constitucion, but decided to take a pass (see my next post for details). After a quick bite, I was back at AB and saw a chica who I had been with on a previous trip. Fernanda is a really nice looking girl with large implants and a nice ass. When she saw me, she came right over, and I pointed upstairs and said "$50?". She nodded OK and up we went. Service was much the same as before - somewhat mechanical, but still good and at that point I did not care. Sometimes, it is best to go with what you know is a sure thing. One thing about Fernanda: she looks a hell of a lot like another chica in AB who wears a playboy bikini top and low cut jeans. They could be sisters, for all I know, but my understanding is that the service with Fernanda is much better. She is about 5'6" with wavy black hair, and she usually wears jeans and a bikini top or halter top and heels. No tattoos, no kids, no stretch marks, and a very nice body. Again, I recommend her.

Back down to the bar, where the World Series was now playing. Watched an inning or two and decided to head out. Took a cab back to the border and then dragged my sorry ass across. What a trip!!

Blue Nose

[RasSpewtin]

Summary:
Lots of pretty girls, most of whom are found in Adelita’s. Most of them have breast implants and ass jobs. Some of them are a lot of fun, if only for 30 minutes or less.

Day One:
Stayed at the Holiday Inn in National City on the advice of my good host Jeff Spicoli, a buddy that I met on a Thailand members board. Conveniently situated a 5-minute walk from the TJ trolley. The hotel was also just minutes away from the Trophy Lounge, a bar frequented by marines and some well- used Filipina pussy. More on the latter later. This hotel charges $80 per night for the room plus taxes, and is clean enough for the intended purpose, which is to sleep and shower when you aren’t busy in TJ.

Jeff and I arrived at the border at 8:30 pm on a Wednesday night. We parked a block in a hotel lot just north of the border, for a charge of four dollars. From there we walked across the border via the overpass. I was surprised that there is no border guard checking any travel documents as you enter Mexico; you literally just walk on in. I guess there aren’t too many people defecting to Mexico these days.

Grabbed a Taxi Libre, which is about a block south of the first taxi stand that you will see. A note to Newbies, walk past the short block of Farmacias (pharmacies) that are on our right hand side. You will see the Taxi Libre drivers parked along the road, just past these drug stores. You can recognize these cars as being all white with orange trim, and they have a taxi dome light on top. Take the Taxi Libre only, not the plain yellow taxis. Sit in front of the cab, if you sit in back it is apparently a give-away that you are a Newbie. Although you are, you really don’t want anyone (including the girls) to know it.

Our first stop was the Chicago Club, which was very slow at this time of night (around 9 pm). There were 10 or so girls sitting along the bar, and a few were occupied guys buying them drinks. We finished out first round, and headed over to Adelita’s.

Adelita’s was hopping, and according to Jeff this was considered a “slow night”. There were 30 to 40 girls, ranging in looks from 5 to 9, with the occasional 10 later at night. I was really surprise by the number of the girls that have ass jobs. I am talking about obviously embellished posteriors, looking like two giant coconuts about to fall off the tree. Somewhere around 40-50% of the girls appeared to have ass jobs, and maybe twice that many had boob jobs also. I seldom take a girl that has a boob job, so I settled in for a couple of drinks and some serious browsing.

I ended up picking a sweet and friendly girl (without enhancements) named Tanya with shiny black hair, a tank top and blue jeans. I did not choose well. Some numbers for those interested:
Face = 9
Body = 6
Attitude downstairs = 8
Attitude Upstairs = 4
Performance = 5
Cost =$60, she held firm on that despite my negotiations.

When she disrobed, I could see that her doctor had bestowed a rather nasty caesarian scar upon her. This was a major turn off, and I remembered that I had broken my rule of always checking out the tummy beforehand. The lousy marks for her performance are the result of her annoying habit of holding onto the condom to make sure that it stayed on during 100% of the act. This is not only annoying, but stupid, because all she was doing was risking the chance of tearing it with her finger nails. When the act was done, I did indeed notice a bit of rubber under one of her fingernails, from the rubber around the rolled-up portion. No, it did not break, however.

Later in the night, around midnight, there were quite a few stunners in the AB. In particular there was a statuesque blond with a prefect-looking body who I dearly would have loved to sample. She looked like the perfect example of a tall Swedish blond, except she was from Guadalajara. Just a beautiful example of some of the incredible variety available in Mexico.

After that, we went for a tour of the alley behind the bar. It was raining that night, so I only saw around 20 to 30 girls at most. None of them were great looking, but judging from many comments to the contrary on the board, I can only assume that I caught them on a bad night.

Last stop of note was a strip club on the street behind the AB, I believe it was the Miami club. There was a lesbian show at 11 that night, complete with shaving foam and beer bottles. The girls were into some interesting interactions with the guys in the crowd.

Day 2:
Arrived at Adelita’s at 3:00 in the afternoon. The place was almost as busy as it had been the night before. Again, there were somewhere around 30 to 40 girls in the place. My goal was to take my time, leisurely drink a few beers, and pick a girl that was friendly, all-natural, and would take $40. In walked Marcia. She was tall, pretty, and I really liked the way that she hugged me and whispered in my ear only moments after I had met her. She “gave off a really good vibe” for lack of a better phrase, and I interpreted this as a sign of good service to come.

She asked for a drink, but I admitted to her that I was more interested in going upstairs. I offered her $40 if we went up right away. She countered with 50, but then agreed on 40 when I reminded her that this was the afternoon, after all.
Face = 8 or 9
Body = 8
Attitude downstairs = 9
Attitude Upstairs = 8
Performance = 8
Cost =$40. She insisted on the money up front, but this is not always a sign of bad service.

Marcia had great eye contact as she locked lips on my happy little brother. She held that eye contact throughout every position. She did a great cowgirl, and during flat doggy style I had to brush her hair aside so that I could admire that beautiful face and eye contact while thrusting. I held on for about 15 minutes, and had a great ending with her.

After the act was done, we still had 10 minutes left on the clock, but she insisted on cleaning up and leaving immediately thereafter. Perhaps this is one of the consequences of paying up front. I had wanted to tip her $20, but changed my mind at that moment and gave her a smaller tip instead. She seemed a little insulted by this. In hindsight, I would either tip $20, or not at all.

After cleaning up and exiting the room, it was time to get some grub. The tacos in TJ are really great, and the best ones can be found right on the street. There was a place that served good and cheap tacos at the corner to the left as you exit the AB; 20 pesos or $2 for two tacos. Next to the taco stand was a stand that offered fresh seafood Ceviche for 25 pesos; great eating for fast food. Just next door to the Chicago Club is a really good taco restaurant also, but the cost is about 2 times of what it is on the street. At the corner next to the CC was a stand that served Berria style tacos reminiscent of what I used to eat in Guadalajara.

Raz

[Derk]

I used to visit TJ twice a month a couple of years ago, I even got to the point of going once a week and staying for 3 days in a row. Back then it had more appeal since I had not yet discovered the rest of the world. having raised my expectations TJ no longer appeals to me like it used to. Im not posting this to ruin anyone's party but to share my views about world prostitution. In my hay day I visited just about every border town from TJ to Reynosa. I searched for the best Mexico had to offer those just over the border.

Having visited just last night during a peak period "Saturday from 6pm to 11pm" It became apparent that things have changed. CC was basically dead most of the night, nothing like it was years back. AB the new kid on the block and has been for several years now seems to be on top. Prices have risen to an average of $60 for a session plus the $11 for the room, add in $10 round trip taxi fare and TJ is no longer the bargain it once was. Why do we go? Well it's there, it's tolerated which is more then what we have in the US. Prices are less expensive then our only legal option "Nevada". Some of us have a thing for them Latina's too.

But hey kissing is rare, so is bbbj, mechanical sex is common and GFE, well not what im used to. There are different standards of this world wide from what i've found traveling.

The other thing is many of the women in TJ dress the part of a hooker, to the point that they look more slutty then attractive. Some of the plastic sugery you see is so over kill you can't help but laugh. Hey I know most hookers play the game and act the part to get your money, but some are better at this game then others and at least the good ones get you to almost believe they are into it.

For those that have never been, TJ is like a "ZOO", the streets are filled with poverty, grime, odd balls with normal folk mixed in. One needs to learn the ropes as take the wrong turn and head down a dark alley could lead you to a hazard. There are stories of police giving hard times to visitors, almost every street has the salesman pushing his club or bar. Bands playing, kids selling gum and shine boys with portable shoe shine boxes. Drunks both domestic and imported lurk the streets. What a place to put a brothel?

Supply and demand seem to change things in the regular world but in the Zona Rosa there are other rules. For instance the parking lot just over the border on the US side near the Jack in the Box used to charge $8 for 12 hours on weekends. Rates had slowly gone up as this was one of the closer lots near the Mexico exit. However a few years ago when another lot opened just behind this lot and charged only $5, the $8 lot lowered it's rate to $4. Simple supply and demand. While back a few years when TJ appeared to be more popular with Hong Kong Bar, Chicago Club and Adelita Bar being some of the top bars their were also many other clubs that did well, Pollo, NY, Manhattan etc. Now all the focus seems to be on AB, well at least from recent visit. Yet prices have gone up. While we easily change parking lots to save a dollar or two we go to where the action is at the clubs.

I now prefer to add airfare and travel 10 or more hours to find my fun. Yes, that leaves more for all you guys that enjoy TJ. Hey if it works for you, more power to you. But hey, don't stop looking and trying other places as you might change your own standards if you sampled something else and something to compare things to. This site is an example of a place u can find such other places where you can expand your tastes. There is Canada, Cuba, Costa Rica, South America, Europe and Asia.

Oh I may be back in TJ some day, I look back when I enjoyed it, I think of it now as just a phase, but so is life, a bunch of phases we go thru. What would life be like without these little adventures?

Then again I could have it all wrong, someone tell me if there are better places and prices to be had in TJ that I may have missed?

[Pablo for Fun]

Matiz,

Really enjoyed your report. Very narrative story telling.

[JD de Moca]

I read everyones response to this with interest. One of my first trips down there years ago I drove my late model Volvo across and..

Suffered torn knee ligament. MCL no surgery but out of NFL action (haha) for 5 months. Guy fell on my leg from behind just like that Rams QB did, then Warner got into play and then took team to Super Bowl. We both suffered MCL partial tears. Cant remember that guys name, anyone?

So maybe if have an older car could drive to TJ. Insurance questions have already been addressed, but I wouldnt walk after dark. I even talked to a lady who was drug into an alley and robbed in daylight. The word Drug was used on purpose.

Current Kansas City Chiefs' QB Trent Green.

Happy Hunting,

JD

[Bear Foxtrot]

Hey guys,

I haven't been in Tijuana for a while and I'm kinda getting worried. You see, when I can't make it there, I use the board to keep tabs on my favs. This is why I'm worried. I haven't seen or heard anything about La Famosa Tania in a looong time. So can any of you guys help me or give me some info?

Thanks,

Alexios

[Country John]

Had two days between TJ and Mexciali on Thursday and Friday. Went to Mexciali on Thursday, extended the stay and hooked up with my girl upon my return.

Cruised into Miami and she was alone doing the dollar dance. I turned up my collar and tried to disguise my self (to escape Diana) but when I got into the club, no disguise could hide me from my girl.

She took me by the hand and led me to Honk Kong, where she said "You had a long day and you need a beer." Got me two beers for one (EVEN AFTER 2 FOR 1 HOURS) and she got one for herself. She sipped slowly, removed my jacket in the booth, rubbed my nuts and massaged my back, working the knots. Kissed me, hugged me etc. Great.

I said "I have to stay in TJ tonight but I have no place to stay." She said "OK, you stay with me in my room but you have to buy the room or they won't let you come up with me." She said " I want to make love to you." I told her "but I have not too much money." She said "I don't want your money tonight honey, I am almost finished with my shift and I want to be with you."

I finished the first beer, she was sipping hers and "shooing" the waiters and other vendors away and rubbing my back.

I had a long fucking day. got to TJ at 9AM, drove to Mexicali, then had to drive back to TJ, then back to Mexicali the next morning. I was rode hard and put away wet. The weather didn't help. The rain had subsided but the mess was still out there.

It was about 8PM when I got to Miami. The choice was check into a hotel and get some sleep or have a session with my girl. I opted for the session but didn't expect to TLN in her room since she has issues with TLNs.

I also had to talk to her about some legal issues I'm working on and to deliver a cel phone so I can be in touch and enable her to receive calls from the USA. (I made sure that the cel phone will not work for international calls and that the on board chip is proprietary so they can't hack into it.) I also check the phone bill every day for activity and I can turn the thing off online.

Finished our beers and got out of the club, heading upstairs to Cascades. she took me into a little clothing shop next to the check in desk. Showed me several things she was interested in. One was a pair of embroidered bluejeans that were very cool. they were also a bit pricey ($45.00) . I asked her if she would like them, she said "Yes honey but I do not want you to buy them, I will get them when I have the money."

She pushed me out of the store and into the elevator, up to the 6th floor, to her room. Inside, she ordered some beer and some food (she paid) and proceeded to undress me and put me in bed. She tucked me in and we waited for the room service to arrive.

We had dinner, shared a beer and she undressed and slipped under the covers with me.

We DFK's and had a 2-1/2 hour session that was at least equal to the previous posts so I'll not repeat all that here.

The night was interesting to say the least. It's a wonder how these girls sleep at all. Tropical has some kind of advertisement that BLASTS every half hour or so and it sounds like the mutherfuckers are under the bed. That and the general noise from the street, the cops, the traffic, the sounds of the zona makes a decent night's sleep hard to come by.

Salma and I hugged all night and the feel of her soft skin next to me was a delight. I lay awake and looked at her in the light that shone through the blinds of her room. Her skin glowed and she looked so peaceful as she slept, far removed from whatever circumstances brought her to the zona in the first place.

I was sorry for her, for the decisions she made and sorry for the difficulties she faces; survival in the Zona is a problem she faces every day. As she slept, she looked like any other girl, beautiful and at peace.

I the morning, I slipped in the shower and spent about 15 minutes scrubbing up. I figured I'd give her plenty of time to go through my wallet and my pants if she was into that. I knew exactly how much I had and I was going to check it when I got out.

I'm happy to say, everything wwas in place, no money missing, everything was cool. She hated to see me leave, long embrace, all that.

I crept to the parking lot, got my car and headed to DanTheMan's office. As I was driving I called the cel I left for her. She answered, sounded great and told me she will respect my gift to her and not abuse it. I told her to call me any time.

The drive to Mexicali on the toll freeway was good. Got there, got the job done and got home about 10:30, settling in next to the wifey.

I'll be in TJ again in a few weeks, hopefully another TLN with my girl.

Country John

[Eagleman]

Matiz great story, what a way to spend a rainy day. My hats off to you bro. Keep up the good work.

Eagleman

[tjfooker]

Juan Diego,

I might be interested. I need to place some bets on the football games tomorrow.

PM me back

[Coors Lover]

I read everyones response to this with interest. One of my first trips down there years ago I drove my late model Volvo across and bought all kinds of liquor and upon leaving learned you could only bring one bottle back, so the rest were put into my storage compartment with the tools. Never got checked so no duty. I guess with the new 9/11 policing everything now changed.

I now have been driving to border and paying $7.00 parking and walking to taxi stands and $5.00 to AB and then $5.00 back to border and I make sure they will go all the way to entrance and not just back to taxi stand as the 2 block walk is still a possible mugging.... I learned to do this as I was mugged on Revolution at around midnight right in middle of street by 3 dudes and nobody was brave enough to help... right in front of taco stands got choke holded from behind.

I fought back when caught breath and landed punch on jaw and kicked another in nuts and then the third one ran, lost money in front pocket, and my backpack and hat and sunglasses and watch but didnt get wallet, sitting on it when fell back, or my walkman in fanny pack.

Suffered torn knee ligament. MCL no surgery but out of NFL action (haha) for 5 months. Guy fell on my leg from behind just like that Rams QB did, then Warner got into play and then took team to Super Bowl. We both suffered MCL partial tears. Cant remember that guys name...anyone?

So maybe if have an older car could drive to TJ. Insurance questions have already been addressed, but I wouldnt walk after dark. I even talked to a lady who was drug into an alley and robbed in daylight. The word Drug was used on purpose.

[Juan Diego]

Is anyone interested in going down to TJ this weekend? I'm willing to drive.

EDITOR's NOTE: Posting of this report was delayed pending revisions to add standard capitalization throughout the text. To avoid delays in future reports, please refrain from using the "chat room" style of writing with no capital lettering. Thanks!

[Blue Nose]

Asiandude & Others,

Driving in Mexico is really no big deal. The traffic laws are basically the same, and the hardest part - like driving anywhere new - is navigating correctly. The traffic in TJ can be pretty heavy sometimes also, especially between Revolucion and the border. The first time you go, just take it easy and drive slowly. After a while, you'll be handling it like a pro. Just watch the potholes and park in a secure area!

If the traffic is really bad at the San Ysidro crossing, you may consider crossing at Otay Mesa. This is where the commercial traffic crosses, and there is generally a much shorter wait at the border there. Best place to cross IMHO is at Tecate, but this is way out of the way as it is about 40 miles east of TJ. Good if you are coming from Ensenada though as there is usually less than 5 minute wait time. During especially busy times (i.e holiday weekends) you will definitely want to consider Otay Mesa.

Mexican Insurance is easy to obtain. You can get it right when you cross or purchase in advance at AAA. The AAA rate is on average $15 per day for short stays. You can buy in advance if you know exactly when you will be crossing into Mexico as it only becomes "active" on the date and time you specify. Take your existing Cal. registration into AAA if you want to do this.

Blue Nose

[Desert Dude]

Bowhunter,

So you met Candy! One of my all time most awesome memories of TJ. She was my first, some helpful gringos steered me toward her as I was having a beer. Must have looked like a deer in the headlights. She blew my mind. Went back a few weeks later, took her hupstairs for a full hour, with a little vitamin V working. She was again totally amazing, nice and fun. Haven't been there in the daytime for a while, but might just look for her in that flowered sundress again when i do. If you like chicken, there's a great place at the top of the hill. Take a left, toward Revo, it's on the right. Looking at it, the fryer is on the right, cooler is in the back wall, two rows of stools on the left. Leg/thigh, beans, cabbage, salsa, corn torts, like $1.75. Place always has some people there.

[Matiz]

A quick trip to TJ on Monday and Tuesday was worth the mud, wind, and rain. What better place to while away a soggy afternoon than Adelita's? Warm, cheery, plenty of beer, a pocketful of cigars, and enough cash to keep me and a few chicas happy for hours. Really, there ought to be an Adelita's in every city. If guys in Boston, and New York, and Chicago, had an AB as a refuge from the cold, snowy winters, maybe they wouldn't take losing a baseball game quite so hard. Who cares if Pedro is throwing poorly or Jeter can't get a hit? They could always head to AB and be cheered up by a carefree young chica.

I wasn't at my barstool more than thirty seconds when Sofia from Cancun sidled up to me. On my last trip, she had spotted me as I walked in and I had pretty much blown her off, even though, looks-wise, she was right in my wheelhouse---early thirties, slender, large chichis, dark hair and eyes, and that kind of sultry but down-at-the- heels look that only slightly older chicas can manage to wear. I guess it takes a few hard knocks from life to give that kind of nuance to a woman's face, that serious edge that never really goes away, even when she's smiling. For me, it's a kind of aphrodisiac. Or maybe I just recognize a kindred spirit, someone who's a grizzled veteran of life's little skirmishes. It gives a woman some depth, and shows some spirit, and I really admire that quality in women and find it attractive.

Anyway, on my last trip, I listened to Sofia's sales pitch and then declined. I wanted to look at the entire menu before selecting an entree. But, as often happens, by the time I got around to choosing her as the "plato principal" (main course), she had gone home.

This time, she didn't remember me, but I certainly remembered her. As she made the case for going upstairs, she rubbed just about every part of her against just about every part of me. When I didn't take full advantage of the situation, she grabbed my hand and made sure it found something warm and round and soft to grab ahold of.

Upstairs, she was plenty of fun, but nothing for the record books. To paraphrase Abe, the world will little note nor long remember what we did upstairs. Still, I was quite happy with the results and had absolutely no regrets. Especially entertaining was her ability to contract her vaginal muscles. I guess she had been practicing her Kegel exercises, and the upshot was that, despite having two children, she was able to provide a very snug fit.

The story doesn't end there, though. The next evening at AB I was chatting up a chica I had just met when Sofia came running up to me and hugged and kissed me like we hadn't seen each other in years. Then she began this long monologue about how much she had enjoyed our session; it was the best session she'd had since she started working at AB; that she felt we had a real connection; that I "understood" her like no other man; and so on. Yada, yada, yada. She wanted to spend "more time" with me on my next trip. Uhhh, claro.

When she left, the chica next to me made circles around her head with her finger, the universal sign for "crazy". Then she mimicked Sofia: "Oh, Matiz, you're so handsome and wonderful and I love you and want your babies." Then she laughed. So did I. It was funny, I guess. You really never know what these chicas are thinking. Sofia didn't seem like a manipulator trying to play me, but I can't rule out that possibility. Or maybe she wants legal access to the U.S. Or maybe, as a relative newcomer to TJ, she is projecting her insecurities and needs onto me. Or, as the other amiga thought, maybe she really was a bit loca. The one thing I'm certain of is that Sofia did not develop feelings for me in thirty minutes of paid sex. Ten years ago I might have told myself that anything was possible. I don't feel that way anymore. Give me a nice, slutty, amiable ****-buddy anyday over a pro who professes feelings for me. It's a nice daydream for a rainy day but that's all it is.

A dancer on stage had the good sense to select a couple of Jim Morrison hits---"Roadhouse Blues" and, for her concluding number, "Rider on the Storm", a fitting song given the rain and wind outside. She was way too young to remember the Doors--probably didn't even know the name of the group. It had a good beat and was easy to dance to. Sometimes I feel like I've been coming her too long (fifteen years) and that I'm too old and have too many memories and there are just too many ghosts I have to contend with. I walked out through the curtain.

Outside, a light rain was coming down steadily--enough to get wet, but not enough to warrant a taxi. I walked up Revo, which was quiet, almost dead. The heavy construction between Second and Seventh was halted by the deluge. Big yellow earthmovers and backhoes stood idle. The middle of Revo was a muddy quagmire, and negotiating the sidewalks, with the wooden planking set down across the mud, was problematic. The streetlights were out, perhaps because of the construction, so the normally neon-lit street was uncharacteristically dark. Few customers had come to TJ and even fewer were out in the rain, making the street feel empty and dark and cold, like some frontier backwater, rather than one of the busiest tourist streets in Mexico.

I went into Manolo's, the "civilian" bar on Sevenths next to Skandalo's (the former home of Isis), and watched the ALCS while downing a couple of margaritas made from scratch by Lucero, the vivacious but increasingly ample cantinera. Manolo's juke box is a hodgepodge of American oldies and romantic Mexican songs. Some wag, evidently a Yankee fan, played Sinatra's "New York, New York" three times in a row, but even the Chairman of the Board seemed incapable of keeping the Sox from winning.

I teetered off my stool and went next door to Equipales, where almost immediately I ran into the dancer, Rosita from Veracruz. Rosita had dyed her hair back from blonde to its natural dark color, so I really didn't recognize her until she revealed her ample headlamps, which have prominent dark nipples that are unforgettable. After some hand jive at my table, we went upstairs to a more comfortable room.

Then things got weird. After we got "comfy", Rosita told me she had a fantasy. Que fantasia? Rosita explains: When I suck your dick, you say, "Shut up and suck, you beeetch." When I complain, you slap me and say, "just suck it."

Well, we got started and now I have new respect for DeNiro and Pacino. I don't mind a little role-playing, but my heart really wasn't into slapping her around. I know that there's an element of control and power---whether economic, social, or contractual---built in to commercial sex relationships. But it's always latent. And I like to keep it that way. I have no interest in pushing some chica around. Rosita must have sensed my discomfort at the implicit violence of my assigned role, so she suggested instead that, in lieu of slapping her face, I grab her hair and shove her head down on Matiz Jr. I gave it a try, gently at first, to see how she'd react. Each time I did this, or told her to "shut up", she would moan and complain and then suck harder and harder. She got really nasty, and just about anything you've ever seen in a porno BJ scene, Rosita accomplished with gusto. She gagged herself, she spit, she drooled, she did it all.

When we finally got around to the main event, she wanted me to spank her butt and tell her to fuck harder. Each time I complied, she got more energetic and worked harder. She would say, "no, no, ohhhhh", and howl like she was complaining. I would tell her to "shut up and fuck harder". And she did. When it was over, she grabbed a towel and wiped her mouth, which had a variety of unspecified bodily fluids dripping from it, and looked at me. "Te gusto?" "Claro que si." Then she started to giggle. I started giggling too, mostly out of relief that my Al Gore porno performance was concluded. Pretty soon, both of us were roaring with laughter. It was, after all, absurd. But, as they say, we were consenting adults and it was all in good fun.

Outside of Equipales, I saw an old acquaintance standing in the rain talking to herself. I first met Irma (the name she used when I knew her; now I think she calls herself Alexis), when she was dancing at the old Molino Rojo, one of the true sleaze bars in the ZN before it became a parking lot. Irma is mid-thirties, petite, fair-skinned, raven-haired, with incredibly expressive eyes. Great dancer's legs and ass; she was a very sexy stripper. She is also a confirmed coke-addict, and that addiction is steadily eroding her hold on reality.

When MR went out of business, she found her way to Isis and Unicornio, where I again ran into her. But her increasing drug use was taking an obvious toll. The last time I went with her, she was talking on-and-off to imaginary beings. What was worse, these phantoms were apparently talking back to her. I began to realize she and I were not inhabiting the same space-time continuum. After I paid her that night, I had left her sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, naked, crouched over a broken lightbulb, smoking her favorite junk, oblivious to my presence or absence.

And now, two years later, she was standing there in the rain, hair matted, dirty clothes, looking like a lost urchin. Which, I suppose, she is. She still had that same impassioned face and expressive eyes that suck you in. Eyes, unfortunately, that held absolutely no recognition of me at all. I smiled at her, but she just looked beyond me, so I zipped my jacket against the cold, and kept walking. I hoped the bright neon and loud music of the ZN would cheer me and drive away the image of Irma standing alone in the rain on that empty dark street.

Once back in the warm embrace of Adelita's, I settled in to a booth and watched the circus. Listening to the snippets of conversations and body language around me, I overheard nothing but suggestions about bodily functions, sex, and booze. What an environment---a true evolutionary regression. I wondered what the most lofty thought was that had ever been thought inside Adelita's? Hmmmm. I realized suddenly that I had just had it!!! Sad to think that so much brain power was put to so little use. But Adelita's is not a place where the "big brain" is as important as the little one. Perhaps, I thought, I should try to think great thoughts while I was sitting there doing nothing. You know, add to the overall quantum of human knowledge.

But, sadly, just as I was on the brink of intellectual greatness, Sonia from Chihuahua, sans underwear and big boobs straining to break out of her skimpy top, slip into my booth and slipped her hand in my lap. I sank back down into the primordial ooze of lust. Plato, Kant, Nietzsche, Lao Tzu, can rest easy for tonight at least.

My own private joke is that Sonia is the source of the exclamation, "Ay! Chihuahua!" She reminds me of the 70s porn star, Kay Parker. For those of you too young to remember, she was a tall, big-busted, elegant-looking woman who projected a very sophisticated, mature image that contrasted with her on-screen nastiness. She had a lush, hourglass figure that those of us that grew up lusting after Monroe and Mansfield and Tempest Storm and Uschi Digard still admire over the young, silicone hardbodies.

Sonia is a true throwback to the voluptuous ladies of yore. She is about 5'8", big-boned, huge-breasted, and her face even looks like Kay Parker's. Though she looks like she's sophisticated, she's really just a big, friendly farm girl from the sticks of Chihuahua. She buries the needle on the Nasty Meter during our sessions. There isn't a square inch of her skin I haven't covered with some substance or probed with something. She is a real "can-do" provider, always ready to do whatever it takes to make the customer happy. In my case, that isn't much. But it's really great knowing a chica like her because you know that whatever else happens, you'll have a happy ending with her. All you young guys who like trophy ****s and 18-year-old waifs can forget about her. But if you grew up lusting after Gina Lollabrigida or Sophia Loren, Sonia is worth a trip upstairs. Just make sure that afterward she washes herself all over so the rest of us won't be grossed out.

[Rabo Verde]

You should always get the insurance, and by the time you do that, I figure you might as well take a taxi. If you go frequently, you can buy an annual Mexico liability ONLY policy for about $120 (Google MEXICAN INSURANCE ANNUAL), see. e.g http://www.mexicaninsurance.com/quoteMIQ.asp

Probably you need Liability only. Most U.S. Companies do cover your car while in TJ, check with your agent to make sure. BUT this will not help you with the cops if you get in an accident. Even if someone else rear-ends you while you are sitting at a light, if you have no Mex insurance, you are in for a hard time.