[QUOTE=Keen Eye Joe; 1119347]I'm back home now after spending 12 days in Ecuador, split evenly between Quito and Cuenca. I don't really have a whole lot new to add to the forum over what's already been presented here previously. But here's a hashing of what I found while in Quito:
Gentlemen, don't discount the affects of Quito's high altitude on a man's performance. It took me around 3 days to get rid of a dull throbbing headache which I attributed to the high altitude and effects of jet lag. I'm a middle-aged guy who is in reasonably good shape, but I still found myself gasping for air after climbing stairs and walking up hills for the first few days of my visit.
Yes, most of the La Mariscal chongos listed on Tungurahua's 'Central Quito 2' map dated 11-28-08 have been closed down. I spent a day walking around to just about all of them, and found most doors locked with no signs of life.
The only one I found open during the day was #20 from Tung's map, listed as the 'Las Diosas' sauna. I can't remember if that's the actual name of the place, but it is indeed posted accurately on the map and was open as of 2 weeks ago. Coming from the center of La Mariscal, I walked down Juan Mera until I reached La Nina street, then turned right and walked 3 blocks. The place is on the left side of La Nina street in a blue and white building (building number 270).
I showed up at 3:30 pm and encountered no signs of life as I entered through the front door. I walked up the stairs in the direction of music and was met at the top of the stairs by the 'boss', who was a hard-looking yet very pleasant lady in her late 30's.
My Spanish language vocabulary consists of about 20 words, while her English skills weren't much better. But the only words a guy there needs to know are 'cerveza' and 'cuanto cuesta'. No entry fee, but she asked if I wanted a cerveza, which of course I did. Pilsner for $3.
There were 3 ladies working that afternoon, with no other customers sitting in there. None of the ladies were stunners, but all were doable based on my standards. By far the most attractive one in my eyes was Paola, aged 23. She was wearing a black pleated mini skirt and low cut top with some high CFM heels, which of course I really liked.
She and I spent a few minutes trying to converse, but my high school Spanish knowledge made that futile. So I motioned to the boss that I wanted her, and asked for the price, which was $20.
I have read horror stories about the quality and hygiene of rooms within Quito chongos, but the room we used wasn't all that bad. The sheet on the bed looked reasonably clean and the room even had its own bathroom. Nothing spectacular about the sex. Routine and efficient, but very good. Covered BJ, but it helped that the condom she used was a thin one which provided really good sensitivity.
Paola gave a nice patient BJ, which eventually got me standing at attention. Unfortunately, when it came time to do the deed, she was tight and dry, and no amount of pushing was going to force Little Joe inside. But being the trooper she is, she finished me up with a spirited second blow job, which eventually did the trick.
I'm guessing I was with her for around 20 minutes inside the room. I never felt rushed, yet it definitely was not a 'girl friend experience'. Light lip to lip kissing and a little rubbing before the initial BJ. It wasn't mind-blowing. But it was nice. Exactly what Joe needed at the time.
I tipped her $2, then left. Total cost with cerveza was $25. Yes, there are cheaper places, but this chongo was a mere 5 block walk from my hostal. Convenient, safe, and easy to find.
Now, I'll give my perspective about Mariscal streetwalkers. Like an idiot, I spent two nights out walking around and looking for them. Yes they are out there on either Mera or Amazones between the Gringoland bars and the Mercure / Hilton hotels. I saw around 20 different ones in two nights and a couple of them are actually pretty good lookers.
I was quoted prices between $20 to $25. My second night of looking, I finally chose a gal who really turned me on. Can't remember her name, but she was age 28, cute face but had one of those flabby stomachs that so many Ecuadorian women have by age 30. Wearing some skin tight white denim pants with 5 inch heels. Ooo la la. We walked to a nearby Hostal, where I paid the desk clerk $5 for the room.
The walk from where I met her to the hostal was nice. She held my hand and seemed genuinely glad to be with me. I told her she was 'muy bonita' and she told me I was 'muy guapo'. Hey, it ain't love but it was as good as I wanted that night.
Luckily the experience was absolutely awesome. We entered the room and she started kissing me, thrusting her tongue down my throat and gyrating her hips into mine. We navigated to the bed and spend a couple of minutes deep throating each other, then we managed to get undressed and started the kissing up again. Finally she brought out a condom and started getting busy with a spirited sucking technique. Finally I was ready for the finale'. Joe likes to be verbal when he's in action, so I kept saying to her 'Te Quiero', and she would reply 'Si Si'. Over and over as she kept bucking like a bronco. Ok, it's not exactly porno movie dialogue, but it was way cool.
After around 20 minutes I was done. She didn't ask for a propina. Total cost $25.
Now this is where it gets dicey. I was walking down Amazones Avenue back to my hostal, which is a well lit street with lots of pedestrian traffic. The time was around 10 pm. As I ventured close to a street corner, I noticed an arm reach out from behind me. In a flash I was on the ground and being choked. I'm not a large man, so it didn't take much for me to be wrestled to the ground. As I layed there, two other guys rushed up and began rummaging through my pockets. I had left all my valuables back in the hotel, and the muggers only got $35 from me.
Mercifully they were not violent, and did not punch or stab or slash me. They just wanted my money, and I was more than happy to give it up. But after they ran off, I laid on the ground, stunned. I had never had this happen to me before. Yes, I had read that the Mariscal district was unsafe and no-one should venture outside without taking a taxi. I consider myself street-savvy, but I never noticed anyone behind me until it was too late.
Gentlemen, please don't make the same mistake I made. I love the thrill of picking up streetwalkers, but there is no way on God's green earth I'll ever do it again in Quito. To me, the Mariscal district has the same gritty feel as Tijuana, and is probably just as unsafe. I never felt unsafe there during the day, but at night there are a lot of unsavory men and women hanging around. [/QUOTE]Thank you for your honesty. I once picked up a SW in the same area. While she was undressing in the room I noticed her hiding something. It wound up being a razor and it seemed like she wanted to put it in her mouth. Don't know. I left for the lobby in my underpants where I changed back into my street clothes. Luckily it was a crap hostal so I didn't care. Quito is a dangerous city no doubts about it.
