Medellin. Poblado break-in
All,
Just a friendly reminder to lock up all of your valuables and hide those that don't fit in the safe. I am very well traveled and even I fell victim two weeks ago in Medellin despite taking the normal precautions. I checked into my rental in Poblado on a Friday afternoon and the theft occurred that Saturday afternoon in broad daylight on a busy street (3 blocks from Parque Lleras, 1 block to Parque El Poblado). There was a deadbolt door to the building and another deadbolt lock on my apartment, but no doorman. That afternoon I went downtown to meet up with a few friends, do some sight seeing and hit some casas. When I returned 4 hours later at 5 pm the front door was locked, but the door to my unit was forced open and my laptop, watch, and apple iPhone cords were stolen. All of my clothes were also strewn about the place and thoroughly ransacked. My passport, money, credit cards, and iPad were luckily in the safe. My laptop would have been, but it didn't fit and I optimistically thought two doors would stop robbers (ha ha). Not to mention I thought Poblado was relatively safe.
Anyway, the rest of that week was a pain as I had no desire to stay in an unsafe apartment after such a unnerving experience and scrambled to find another. I also spent 3+ hours on the phone with my firm's security department and needed to fly back to the states early. I would not wish it on any of you! Thank you to those that helped me out that week, especially the fellow monger who let me crash in an extra bedroom for two days. I very much appreciate it.
Even those of us that have been traveling for years (15+ in my case) can fall victim. Keep your heads on a swivel, think twice about the security provided where you book, and stay safe my friends!
Chicago
Flirting Part 2, Juggling Miss Calgary with the Casas.
No sooner than the Omnibus got running down the road, I got acquainted with the redheaded, lady backpacker sitting opposite from: Elanie from Calgary, she'd been backpacking around Colombia, Peru and Ecuador for 7 weeks. "I usually travel for longer than this. I went to Southeast Asia for 7 months and hiked around there. " Wow. Miss Calgary turned out to be a good source of travel info over the next few days. She'd been to a lot of places that I want to visit albeit for different reasons. Turns out she'd been all around Colombia except for MDE and this was her last stop til she caught a plane back to Canada. "Mind if I hang out with you?" She asked. Sure, I said but something inside said this could be problematic. Backpacker women are potentially good sex partners or potential cock blockers as they hang around you for the benefits that come with male company (protection, conversation, financial), though she turned out to be great about paying her way and her Spanish was okay.
Once we got into town, we shared a cab to La 70, and inquired at the hotel where I booked via [URL]Booking.com[/URL] but decided to shop around. She had been traveling the country a while and knew what was a good price and sure enough she found comparable lodging for less only two doors down. We decided to meet up later for dinner, I having been in the custody of Spirit Airlines and various aiport authorities for 7 hours and was ready for a real meal. However, I'd also planned to visit Energy, which I figured to be a short walk away (it was).
I was hoping she would clean up nicely for dinner. She didn't but at least she put on some makeup and was pleasant to look at, not to mention in great shape from hiking around. Had dinner of trucha (trout) while she had a bandera. After an hour of great conversation, I realized she was a nice catch but geographically impossible to date. Time to do what I came for and that was to monger. I suggested that I needed a nap because I was tired (which was true), but she said she needed to walk of the heavy dinner she'd eaten. I suggested that we check out the sports complex nearby. I had scoped that area out prior to my trip because' I understood Energy was located on the other side. So we strolled through the sports complex around the stadium. We found our way through the place, to Carerra 74 and sure enough I spotted it. There it was - Energy - nestled between two banks with ATMs out front. I'm such a cad! Flirting with a girl while scoping out a brothel on our little walk. We made it back to her hotel, I gave her a friendly hug, which surprised her, and we agreed to meet in the morning for sightseeing. I told her I was tired and heading to bed, but in fact that walk gave me a second wind, and I headed to my hotel to freshen up and hightailed it back to Energy!
Next morning Ms. Calgary and I went and saw the usual sights in Centro before embarking for Parque Arvi, a nature reserve above town. Take the A-Line metro up to Acevedo and then the Metrocable up to Santo Domingo. Now you have an excuse to try the Metrocable and see who lives up on the mountainside. Up there, you have to change to another cable car (and pay for another ticket) that gets you up over the mountain and to the park. The ride alone is worth it. You ascend so high your ears will be popping and the city disappears until all you can see is rainforest. It takes a good while to get up there, and with the two of us ALONE in a cable car it occured to me we could easily have sex in that thing. But, at that point we were still at the stage where the late, great, Merle Haggard would refer to as "holding hands and pitching woo". One up in the park, we trudged around a muddy trail we found, only saw a survey crew on the path and eventually found a nice alcove that would have a been a great place to fuck. Except someone had already done that as there was a condom full of jizz hanging off the branch of some large Bush. I thought it was funny but Miss Calgary was visibly grossed out by it. We found a lot to sit on and started making out like teenagers. On the way back down from the park, our solitary ride was interrupted when an Asian tourist jumped into our cable car right as we were about to descend. Dammit! When we changed cars down below at Santo Domingo we looked around the neighborhood outside the station. There were lots of cute, young, chicas on the streets, but half of them were pregnant. Is this where the young mamas who work in the casas start out? Because the area was visibly poorer than the rest of town, we didn't venture far.
Later on that evening, we tried to visit El Poblado, but Miss Calgary impulsively jumped onto the wrong train at the San Antonio metro station, going the wrong direction in rush hour, when people were crushing into the train (note for those who have yet to visit Medellin. Avoid the metro during rush hour). I wasn't able to make it in. Next thing I know the train is leaving and I am standing on the platform. I have no idea where she is going to be getting off, so what do I do? Head east from Parque Berrio and check out the street action, which I reported on earlier. Deciding that area was too dicey to play in, I headed back to La 70, where I ran into Miss Calgary outside of my hotel. I apologized to her for our separation but she blamed herself for jumping on the wrong train, and we decided to have drinks at a nearby bar, which turned out to be good conversation for the evening and she didn't complain about me running my hand up her thigh. However, she passed on my offer to spend the evening in my hotel room. We decided to get together again, but I requested we meet around 1 in the afternoon and we'd hit El Poblado then. I didn't tell her I had something to do in Centro the next morning. And that something was visiting Aiffe or New Life.
I have reported on my visit to Aiffe, but after that session, I headed back to La 70, and looked for Miss Calgary. Checked her hotel at 1, she was not there. Sat at a cafe and ate a steak and was thinking about the lack of foreigners in this neighborhood, (where are all these tourists everybody keeps complaining about?) when another tall, lanky gringo my age walks in, and orders an ice cream sandwich. He notices me, he asks if he can join me and next thing I know he is telling me about the marriage-worthy chicas down here. He figures a guy his age has a "98% chance of finding something nice down here", but assures me a "younger guy" like myself would have no problem finding a young, attractive partner. I didn't tell him I was actually 58, but I appreciated his comments. I got thinking about the flirty chica on the Omnibus. Maybe it wasn't so odd for me to be desirable to a much young Colombiana.
I never hooked up with Miss Calgary, but instead went back to Centro and had a session at Yakusa. I decided I needed to pop again that evening, and if she wanted to be involved she needed to show up. Later on, that evening, I walked past her hotel and saw her in the lobby and walking up the stairs. I considered trying to catch her, then I thought the better of it. I was in no condition to bust another nut, and I was leaving the next morning. Did she ditch me or did I ditch her? I don't know but she helped make for a great trip. She actually kissed, though she did not fuck. The girls at the casas actually fucked, but did not kiss. But, between them all the ladies, it all worked out in the end. If you are interested in the casas I visited, please look through my profile for my trip reports.
Suggestions for you to expand your horizons.
[QUOTE=YouCan;1871256]Also it's not unusual for me to cook up steaks or chicken fahitas etc. Because I always have a full fridge. I usually only eat once a day and if I don't have a late dinner I will cook up at 5 am while partying, some people don't like to eat when partying but I love both. The girls also love it. It's not unusual for me to have 2-3-4 girls partying at my place. I never had a problem. I enjoy the company and they enjoy the party. The cleaning lady actually gets all my liquor stuff out that she holds for me. I drink martinis so I have many martini glasses shakers etc at apartment at all times.
I don't fuck around.[/QUOTE]You are just a party animal. I am not sure anyone on the board can keep up to you including O. P! I highly suggest you expand your horizons and check out bars such as Pleyclub, Cafe Havana, Mirador Cafe Bar, take one of the girls to Mr. Babillas, but on weekends you better get there by 10:30, or go to the bars I previously have mentioned to you.
I would also like to see you make a video tape of the girl you called a nut case so we can see how two nut cases carry on. Also post some pics.
Have fun, no hallucinating, and most importantly be safe!
