Another reason for decline in chicas quality
I've just read an article in the newspaper that the amount of colombians entering Ecuador has gone down a lot!
You see, if you're Colombian you are required by law to bring with you an officially stamped police record when you cross the border, it is said that to obtain said paper it can cost you up to $350.
Could be another reason that we're seeing less chicas around.
A best kept little secret?
I was planning to go back for a few days in the DR, but when I read - and re-read- some of the recent reports on Quito, I just could not believe it. This is fuck-heaven where you can bang a gorgeous hot latina for 20 or less and what a choice. From the sleeziest to a clean-sanitized joint. For all tastes. I think a trip to Q is a must in a monger's life.
Thank you for posting such amazing info.
Ezinho / Travel And Mate / Amperor
[b]Ezinho:[/b] I like this upward trend! An idol yesterday. A legend today. A god tomorrow??
The downside of deification is it usually comes after death. So I hope to delay the title of a 'god' for a while. ;-)
[b]Travel And Mate:[/b] re chica quality. Saeta119 hit the nail on the head. Jan-Feb is spotty. A few returns and newbies show up after Carnival. April, after Easter, sees explosive waves of talent for months to follow.
What prompts this behavior? I think the girls stay close to home / family / kids from late December to early April due to multiple family-orientated holidays (Christmas, New Year, Carnival, Easter). From April to mid December they wander away from home to make cash for the year.
Another factor is a high percentage of chicas in the chongos are from the coast. Dec-Jan-Feb are ideal summer months on the coast. Combined with the above mentioned family-orientated holidays I expect many girls depart Quito during Dec-Jan-Feb to enjoy the summer months at home / elsewhere.
Club 122 sex show. I hit Sicosis in north Quito on a Friday night and stumbled on a sex show. Not sure if they do it anymore.
I agree that sex shows are a rarity in Quito / Ecuador. Thanks for the times of the 122 show. I will fix the hours on the next Fuckclub List.
A piece of ongoing news I did not mention in the General Forum. The spat between Ecuador and Colombia from March 2008 regarding FARC is continuing to play out. Colombia wants to renew diplomatic contact but Correa is playing hardball. Your updates here tell me Ecuador is taking their hardball tactic to the chongos to root out the Colombians.
A recent news article states Ecuador wants Colombia to pay for damages caused during the FARC attack on Ecua-soil. Plus provide all the details of the attack, which Ecuador suspects was carried out with US support.
Hmmm, perhaps Correa also suspects too much foreign capital is exiting Ecuador via 515, Extasis and the Dollhouse. Those damn imports -- be it candies or candied Colombians -- are draining the nutsacks of too many bank accounts.
[b]Amperor:[/b] Welcome to Club Quito -- a scrumptious slice of heaven on earth!
Summary of Quito (Part 3)
If you’ve read my other two reports, the trip may seem like something of a disaster and in some ways it was. But there were definitely good moments as well and I’ll give kind of a summary by establishment;
Café Rojo- Still has to be my favorite place. It was disappointing to see that a lot of the women from last time had left; Shakira, Andrea, Kathy, Erica, all very sweet and sexy in their own way, but they’re all gone. But there was a woman who I referred to last time as dollface, her CR name is Fanny. I had 3 sessions with her…. all great, once alone, once with a woman named Marisa (I think), and once with Yennifer. The 3 ways were all very sensual sessions and with Marissa they really get it on together. I had Marissa lie on her back and Fanny climb on top and start making out with her while I did her doggy style. Lots of kissing and caressing. There wasn’t quite as much lesbian action with Jennifer and Fanny, but they weren’t shy about touching each other. I had some really nice pictures, but they stole my #$%#$% camera. I’d say the range at CR is about 4 to 8 with the average being 6 or 7.
Club 122- This place is kind of mind boggling. If you don’t speak any Spanish or just don’t feel like having any conversation this is probably where you want to go. For me I usually like to make some kind of conversation first to establish if there’s some kind of chemistry, but the vibe I usually get is something like “Do you want to f*ck or what? Hand over your $8 or leave me be.” Some women in their have attitudes that are really, really bad. But there are about 70 women there and I’d say the range is about 3 to 8 with the average being about a 5 or 6.
Mango’s- I went there twice. A few heavy ugly women there, but there are a few good ones as well. I had a session with Pinnelope. I’d say range is 2 to 7 (I might have seen one 8) with the average at a 5.
Touch Me- I went on Thursday afternoon around 5 and took off quick. The range was about 1 to 4..
Club Medellin- I went on Thursday around 5 and it seemed to be closed.
Masajes Medellin- They paraded the whole flock and I’d say they were all about 4 or 5. I asked if there was anyone else. One women upstairs. I waited. She came down and was about a 6. I declined. They told me there wasn’t anyone else working there. Shame, it used to be one of my favorite places. One good thing about it is that the light is very clear so you have a clear picture of what you’re getting.
VIP Paradise- I wrote about this in my other report. Vogue woman kind of had most of my attention when I was there, but I’d say otherwise the range was about 4 to 7.
La Fragata/ La Dolce Vita- I’d say the range was about 2 to 7 with the average around 5. Just be careful of Sol/ Kaira.
Cocktel Bar- I went there Wednesday night and Saturday night and it was closed both times.
The Office- Wednesday 11 PM about 5 women there most about 4 to 6. Saturday 11PM, maybe about 8 women, a couple may have been a 7 or 8. By Saturday I was too short of energy to try to meet the new ones. I hung out with the one I was with the first time and had her massage my temples.
Nitekat- First time I went (Wednesday night) I was kind of focused on Patricia. Second time I was focused on complaining about being robbed by her. But I’d say the selection wasn’t too great there: 5 average with some pretty ugly ones. By the way, I encourage everyone to complain about the $40 salida fee. This is just ridiculous and if enought people make a fuss about it, then maybe they'll lower it.
Body- Pretty decent selection. There’s a woman named Isabelle I liked who is very sweet. I was sitting with her and Patricia on Friday and took some pictures of her. I don’t think she would have let me take her picture otherwise, were I not with Patricia. I came back on Saturday and told her about how I’d been robbed by Patricia and she was very sweet and understanding. I had a very gentle session with her, which is what I needed as I was pretty much physically and mentally exhausted at that point. She said she wouldn’t take of her top, but then took it off half way through as a treat to me. This may just be a little game she plays but I like it. She gave me a little passport size photo of her when I left, with an affectionate message on the back, so this is the one photo I have from my trip. She kind of reaffirmed my faith in the concept of hookers with a heart of gold.
Swing- I don’t know how this place stays in business. I showed up at 10PM on Saturday;
‘$8 to get in amigo.’
‘Let me have a look.’
‘No it’s not allowed.’
‘There’s no one inside, is there?’
‘There are lots of chicas here.’
‘Then let me have a look and I’ll pay.’
‘There’s a security camera here and we can’t let you in without paying.’
‘OK, see ya later.’
I showed up again at 1AM and had the same discussion and was like ‘WTF, it’s one in the morning. Just let me have a look inside.’
Finally he checked with someone inside and they let me have a look. One depressed looking woman dancing on the stage. A couple others sitting around, I think some of them have been working there for years and about 5 guys. Needless to say, I didn’t pay.
New York- I went in about 10PM on Saturday. Maybe a $2 entry. There was a fat guy and a fat woman on the dance floor. There was one booth of people there across the room. I think they were mostly men, but I couldn’t make them out because the lighting there is very dim. I drank my water and left.
Cautionary Tale (Quito Part 2)
This is my second cautionary tale, although not nearly as disturbing as the first. Just kind of some typical BS that gets pulled.
On Thursday after being in Quito nearly 24 hours, my energy was starting to wear a bit thin. I arrived at VIP 3 star around 6PM and spotted a woman I liked. I can’t remember her name, but she’s definitely the most distinct looking woman there. Her skin is fairly pale, certainly by Latina standards, and she has jet black hair done up in a European vogue sort of style. She was very sensitve about having her hair touched. I had a couple good pictures of her, but they stole my $%#$%# camera. But I think that description should be suffice for people to recognize her.
We went up and had a session which was pretty good. She was pretty gentle. Afterwards we were in the upstairs waiting room and there was another woman there selling jeans. ‘Papi, buy me a pair of jeans please.’ They were $20 and I figured OK, I hadn’t given her a tip so I bought them.
Downstairs we sat together and had a drink. I was thinking our chemistry was about a 6 on a scale of 1 to 10, but I was kind of tired of touring casas and she was pretty and I just thought maybe I could take her out to eat and then chill out with her the rest of the night. I asked how much the salida fee was. $30. Did she want to leave with me? Sure, but you have to pay me on top of that. So I said how about $50 plus the salida. She looked incredulous. Ok, I said. How much? She said $80. I said OK. Then I said ‘What if I come back around 9:30 around closing time and then there will be no salida? Just $80 for you.’ She said OK.
So I arrived back around 9:30. I found her and was saying ‘OK, do we have to be discrete about this since I won’t be paying a fee to the house?’ She said yes, but wasn’t really clear about what we needed to do. It got kind of annoying hanging around there. She was chatting with a couple of her friends, when one of them looked at me and announced ‘Our gringo friend (me) is taking us to the disco’. Not! I was tired and just wanted to go to bed with vogue woman. I made it pretty clear that wasn’t going to happen.
I saw vogue woman was getting ready to leave and I headed outside. I thought I’d be waiting a while but she was out soon after. We got in a cab and the bouncers who worked there that were waiting outside made some kind of comment. So we got in the cab and turned the corner and she held out her hand and said ‘I need the $80 now.’WTF. I could have claimed to have it back at the hotel, but I was getting a bad vibe and just said ‘I’ll pay you afterwards.’ With that she grabbed her bag and hopped out and walked back. Good riddance.
Moral of the story: If you get an all niter, pay afterwards and certainly not on the way back to the hotel. I think the chances that she would have ditched me at some point are about 80%.
Cautionary Tale- Robbed (Quito Part 1)
I arrived in Quito at 7:30 on Wednesday popped a vitamin C as the plane landed, checked into Hotel Aeropuerto and headed out for the night. I made a stop at Café Rojo and Mangos and had a session in both, offering an extra 50 or so if they could make me pop, which I just generally don’t, but it makes the session a lot wilder. I was drinking a nice combination of Coke, Red Bull, Whiskey and Rum and enjoying myself immensely. From there I made quick stops at Fragata (La Dolce Vita) and the Office and then on to Nitekat.
Fairly drunk and in high spirits I asked a woman named Patricia why she was so sad which led to an animated conversation and a session upstairs. Again I offered and extra 50 (maybe 60) to make me pop which she didn’t do, but it was a pretty wild time. I remember giving her a rim job with a life saver mint on my tongue and and then actually shoving it in which she thought was pretty funny and told me I was a really bad boy. We were kind of play slapping each other at one point and she was saying ‘Oh, you like it rough.’ I remember waking up the next day with a little scratch on my face.
Afterwards, we went downstairs and I started asking her if she ever got it on with other women. She said not really, but she did have one friend named Kaira who worked at Fregata who she hooked up with sometimes. She asked if I had seen her when I was there and I said I wasn’t sure. Then I said we should get out of here and go to another club and she was really up for that. I said I’d pay her salida fee until I found out it was $40 (This is just the fee that goes to the club, the amount for the woman is on top of that). This is a total rip off, by the way. Most other places are 20 or maybe 30. I argued with Bepe the owner. I said ‘ Come on it’s Wednesday night (Thursday morning) at 2AM. That’s ridiculous that it’s the same price as, for instance, Friday at 10PM.’ Didn’t matter. He wouldn’t budge and kept pointing to the sign on the wall which had fixed prices. I sat and talked with Patricia a while more and she said maybe they’d let her leave for 30. I handed her 30 and she came back and said they wouldn’t. She gave me my money back and I gave her 10 as a tip and she gave me her number.
Fast forward to Friday around noon. I called Patricia to invite her out for lunch. We met at 3 and ate and then I just wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. I didn’t feel such great chemistry this time and part of me wanted to ditch her and go to Club 122. Then she suggested heading to Body where she used to work and I just thought OK, why not, I’ll just go with the flow. It’s kind of a good thing to go with another woman all the girls know, because you sort of gain some confidence. She kept introducing me to women working there and we’d sit together and take pictures. I think a lot of them wouldn’t have let me do this otherwise. I was buying drinks of course, but they’re only $3 and they weren’t being abusive about it. I was having fun and enjoying myself. Go with the flow, right?……… Patricia and I started talking about having a session with Kaira that night. I said it sounded fun, but I wanted to see her first and didn’t want to have to offend her if I wasn’t interested. Patricia said Ok that I could just tell her (Patricia) what I thought when I saw her (Kaira). She called Kaira and Kaira showed up at Body. She wasn’t stunning, but good enough and I was thinking, ‘Alright, I’m going to partake in some hot lesbian action tonight.’
So then we started talking about where we’d go. They said they knew a cool disco that was a good deal….. a dollar to get in and bucket of beer for $5. I was thinking this was cool. So often, there are putas who are so blatantly abusive and completely lack any subtlety in treating you like a walking bancomat. I was thinking it seemed considerate that they were thinking about limiting what I’d spend. Patricia told me earlier not to say anything about having a 3 way later, but pretty soon they were alluding that we’d all be going back together afterwards. They weren’t saying anything about a price so I was taking this as another good sign. Patricia asked for money to buy blow at Body. I said sure but I really don’t like being treated like a cash dispenser. Kaira seemed kind of pissed at Patricia for wanting to do blow. Patricia only asked me for money once more during the night for cigarettes and was really apologetic about that.
I think we got to the disco around 7 or 8. I took turns dancing with them. It was good music and I was enjoying myself. We got one bucket/ pitcher of beer which cost $5 and was about 8 beers worth and we finished it and ordered another. Kaira then started challenging me to slamming contests. This is something I haven’t done since college and really have no interest in doing this shit. But something in my head was saying ‘hot sloppy drunk lesbian sex…..drink up girly-man!’. So I did. It was a light pilsner so I found it went down pretty easily. (But I think I can feel the heartburn from this right now). After finishing 2 beer buckets we decided to head back. I mentioned earlier that we should go to a love motel with a Jacuzzi. Kaira said to me something like ‘oh, that’s a waste of money. Your place will be a lot cheaper.’ THIS should have been a red flag. But I was fairly drunk now and thinking she was still being nice about not making me spend a lot of money and maybe it would be less of a headache to just head to my hotel.
I think we got to my hotel around midnight. I wanted to just kind of subtly walk in. Sometimes there’s not even anyone at the desk. But Kaira insisted on buying 2 six packs of beer and I was like WTF, my stomach already feels waterlogged. She was kind of belligerent at this point and I just thought,’ whatever, I’ll buy the beer’. So we got up to my room and things are kind of hazy from here. Was there wild drunk lesbo 3 way sex? Maybe a little. I remember Kaira challenging me to drink off with her again and belligerently insisting I should slam my beer like a man. I think I did that.
I kind of bolted up out of bed and it was light out. The clock said 6:30 AM. The women were gone. I realized so was my ipod, camera, camcorder, a portable DVD player, my pepper spray, about $50 in singles, a bunch of packs of lingerie which they had opened and left the packets, a credit card and my passport. They had missed a couple money belts with about $300 and 3 other credit cards, in a compartment in one of my bags, that’s pretty well hidden. That’s a pretty awesome bag. But the passport was the thing I was really shitting about since my flight was the next morning. I went to a phone and called Patricia and got voicemail. I said ‘Please, please let me get my passport back. It’s worth nothing to you and I’m up shit creek if I don’t have it. I can’t go home tomorrow.’ I took a taxi to the embassy and the guards told me it was closed until Monday morning. I was pleading and they gave me a number to call. I went to a phone again and called Patricia. A guy answered. He gave me an address to a hostel and said I could pick up up my passport there. I thanked him. I got in a taxi and headed there. I was a bit nervous thinking ‘ I don’t have my pepper spray. Maybe they’re going to try to get the pin number out of me for my credit card.’ But I got to the hostel and the receptionist gave me a folded piece of paper with my passport, credit card and insurance card folded up inside. I think at this point I was more grateful to them than angry at them. That was an immense relieve and huge headache avoided.
All in all the stuff I lost is mostly replaceable. They did kind of a weird job in the things they took. The took my ipod and then plug in cord for the idock, but they left the idock. They didn’t take any of wiring that go with the camera or camcorder, so they probably are going to be rendered useless soon since they can’t recharge them. Total cost of everything lost will be about $500. I had a lot of good pictures this trip, which I’m probably most bummed out about. It’s funny, because when I was in Club 122 on Thursday a woman there accidentally (I think) deleted all of my pictures. I was pissed about that, but managed to get a lot more before being robbed on Friday night. Perhaps this is God’s way of telling me I should stop taking pictures of putas.
I would most certainly post their photos on the forum for everyone to see, but they stole my %#%^#$ camera!
For identification purposes Kaira goes by Sol in Fragata (La Dolce Vita), but I don’t think she works there anymore. I went to Fragata to tell the manager and said I was robbed by Karia,. However, there’s another woman there named Kaira who came up and was like WTF are you talking about? We soon established that she went by Sol there, but didn’t work there anymore. She’s rather non-descript and I have a feeling that if I saw her a couple months from now (which is when I’ll be back, coincidentally), I might not even recognize her.
Patricia works at Nitekat, but probably not much longer. I told the manager about it and he said they’d probably get rid of her. However, she wasn’t really showing up that much anyway. She’s dark skinned, kind of typical looking of a Guayaquil girl, pretty cute. One identifying mark is a very small purple birth mark on her right cheek about an inch below her eye. I might not even be perceptible at night. In the day it almost looks like it was done with tattoo ink.
Those are pretty vague descriptions, especially for Kaira, but maybe they’ll be helpful to somebody.
I’ve been asking myself a lot of questions since then…….
Was I drugged? I’m almost certain I was, although I’m surprised that when I woke up I wasn’t groggy at all. Maybe one of them just lied in bed with me while the other collected the goods.
I’m curious how far ahead it was planned. Have they done this before of did they just see an opportunity? I guess I’ll never know this. If they do this repeatedly, hopefully they’ll get burned at some point.
How could I have avoided it? One thing is just glaringly obvious. You don’t bring women back to the hotel where are you’re stuff is. This was just stupid of me. My modus operandi with more than 1 woman is come back to the hotel, have them wait, grab a bag of things to enhance the experience and head off to one of those motels with a Jacuzzi. I also don’t like making it obvious in the hotel where I’m staying that I’m there to monger. They tack on charges and it’s just kind of crass and embarassing.
Would I bring back one again to a hotel I was staying? I think so, but I’ll really have to do a better a job of establishing if it’s a trustworthy person. But this is probably the point I find most disconcerting. I’ve always found that a lot of these women are usually just devoid of subtlety and make it known that they want you to pay for things and that money talks. I’ve made it a point to avoid women like this. On the other hand, I’ve had a lot of experiences with wonderful Latin women who just enjoyed my company and didn’t make any attempt to have me pay for things. These two played me this way and I fell for it hook, line and sinker. Mongering and the ripoffs and scams surrounding it are evolving.
What would have happened if I just insisted on going to a separate hotel? There’s no way of knowing, for sure, but it’s an interesting thought. They certainly would have had very little to steal from me if we’d gone. Kaira was becoming so belligerent at that point that I really don’t know what would have happened. Perhaps she would have just gone home screaming
What if I see them again? There’s definitely a part of me that would like to mace them and then smash their faces in. But that’s just probably not a wise idea. I’d probably end up getting beat up by a bouncer or end up in an Ecuadorian jail. Some putas have cops as regular clients and are probably just not wise to mess with. I think in the end, I just have to say they got me and there’s really nothing I can do about it.
Anyway, it’s pretty cathartic to write about and hopefully it won’t happen to anyone else. But either way, be on the lookout.
Very well written report Dirty Willy!
I really appreciated you writing a very well written post about your bad experience, and I am sorry to hear about the situtation you encountered. I can relate as something very similar happened to me in Panama, but I was totally in a dazed state when I woke up.
Anyway, your report is one of the best I have scene written on this type of subject. Good job!