Moved to Marriott for final night in PTY
Yes, I do have (and will post) reports on chicas. Today I woke up after another short night (got back to the room at 3 AM - alone) and checked out of Las Vegas and into Marriott for only 20,000 points. And being fairly empty this weekend, they upgraded me (Platinum status) to a huge suite on the 20th floor, full access to Executive lounge of course. I *must* bring one (at least one - LOL) girl to this room tonight. Supposed to try hooking up with another Forum member - hope he gets my PM letting him know I've moved hotels! Too bad my flight's @ 7:30 AM tomorrow. :-(
More later....
Panama trip Day 1 full report
Last week I landed Wednesday evening around 10:15 PM. One of the guys at Las Vegas hotel offered to pick me up since he was off, and he and his brother gave me a brief 'guided tour' from the airport to the hotel. When I worked this out with him over the phone the day before my travel, he quoted $25 and I was fine with that. He also offered to be available for anything else I needed, which is nice. If an employee of the hotel works with you 'on the side', it's unlikely they are going to scam you or put you in harm's way, so there's a comfort factor there. As this was my first trip to Panama, and arriving late at night and not wanting any hassle or wasted time, this suited me fine.
By midnight I was trolling the Veneto hotel, but I could barely saddle up to the bar - too many people, most of them guys who seemed to look at me as some type of competition (surely not any of you guys, tho). I observed probably 15 girls who clearly were unattended. My favorite of the lot, though, never reciprocated eye contact and when I casually said Bueno walking past her, she looked away from her circle of chica friends only long enough to give me a U.S.-type look that says, "do I know YOU?" And then she turned her attention back to her chica circle at the bar. I thought, WTF? But only momentarily. I strolled all around the casino and had some drinks at the bar, and a couple of girls tried coming onto me, but they were (in my opinion) 5's, maybe 6's at best, and I just wasn't too interested.
I took a walk along the street, both sides, just to walk, get some air and explore the scene. Stopped briefly at the Oasis massage place, but it was as uninviting and unappealing as other forum posters have reported. Just 3-4 girls, 5's at best, sitting on a couch and looking greatly disinterested. Two other guys came in behind me, drunk as hell, and gave them business - that was my graceful cue to escape.
A taxi driver who calls himself "Tony" - a black guy in his 50s? - asserted himself on me, first by asking for a buck so he could get something to eat, but after awhile of street-talking, I went back to Veneto, saw even fewer chicas than before, went back outside and I decided to chance it with Tony to take me to a place he knew about, 3 minutes away, where I'd find what I was looking for.
It really was 3 minutes away, and I can't tell you the name of the place because it had no name, as far as I know, and the location was really obscure - back through some small side-streets and inside a courtyard of sorts. You'd have to just "know" where it was to ever find it. There was a motel (of sorts) there, but it had a local name I just can't remember, and it looked like a place no tourist would know about, much less stay there.
Tony said he'd stay and wait for me. The 4-5 girls were 6s, but to me there was one 7 - the only issue was that she didn't make much eye contact or smile much. All except one was from Colombia. I chose the 7. $80 for one hour, servicio completo. She smoked a cigarette while I showered, claiming that she had already showered earlier. She gave me a half-decent "massage" for about 10 minutes (? - time flies) and then turned me over to get started. She did a below-average CBJ (I tried to object to the C, but she wasn't at all negotiable), followed by a couple of different positions, all with a very detached display. Said her name was Adriana, and that she was 33. She had the most petite body of any girl I saw on my entire 3-day trip - around 5'2", 90-95 pounds, small natural chest with very full nipples. Her cell phone rang several times during the session, and one time she answered but didn't stay on long. Ridiculous! Later on, there were several more ring-tones on her cell, but I figured out it was the mama-san letting her know that time was almost up, which of course the girl told me about. I never did finish - I just can't do the whole mechanical, business transaction, dumpy place, non-GFE thing, especially after a really long day and several drinks in me.
So I was walking out, and Tony said I should take a girl with me, and at first I was like, "are you totally nuts?!" But one girl there kept beaming smiles and eye contact at me, so it persuaded me to linger. However, just then a very assertive girl grabbed me and pulled me into a "VIP" room, pulling out her tits and shoving her nipples against my mouth, trying to get me to engage. She said stuff and did stuff very overtly to get me to take her back to my hotel with me, but she just didn't turn me on at all! I didn't like her pushiness and she had this angry-looking face. Just a complete turn-off. Finally I got rid of her and went back to the girl with the sunshine eyes and smile, and we had some broken English conversation.
Eventually I agreed to take "Maria" - a Dominican - to the hotel for $90 for one hour. Tony would again be our driver. He coerced me to give a few bucks to the armed security guard who lurked outside the place, and to the room attendant who cleans around the place. I gave $20 to Tony (he seemed unhappy with that) when we got to Las Vegas suites, but I thought that was fair.
We got past the evil-eye stare of the Las Vegas night attendant (an older woman who wasn't very guest services oriented) and went straight to the room, where the girl showered, then me, then we got down to some business.
She said she was 23, probably 5'3" and 125-130 pounds. Not really overweight, but full-figured and really nice, big natural rack. I'm more of a small, tight rear-end kind of guy, but large tits are mentally and physically nice to work with. She did BBBJ, but only after negotiating an extra $20 propina (tip), and by that point in the evening (3 AM?) I wasn't in the mood to argue. However, I went down on her first, and she really went wild - this either was oscar-winning acting on her part or she really liked it. I would have liked for her to "oral me" to completion, also, but unfortunately her oral talent wasn't all that good, so on went the cover and then we did multiple positions. Finally, being covered, and being flat wore out, I couldn't finish, so she laid next to me with those nice huge tits laying against my chest, and she initiated DFK while stroking mr. marbles while I took care of mr. shaft. After a few minutes of that, my water pistol shot a stream 2-3 feet and she seemed happy to see that. But she was equally quick to start cleaning up, getting dressed and leave. And that was fine with me, as I had to work the next day and severely needed some sleep.
Total damage, including drinks at Veneto (which are NOT cheap, by the way ... U.S. prices, basically): $255
Transport from the airport to the hotel: $25
3 mixed drinks at Veneto: $20
Tony the taxi driver: $20
Below-average Girl #1 at the unknown massage place: $80
Decent Girl #2 "take-out" from the unknown massage place: $90 + $20 tip
Panama trip Day 2 full report
Las Vegas Suites is an "ok" hotel ... I don't mind paying $70/night, but I was somehow expecting more than a 1-star hotel experience (by US standards). Even on the 8th floor, I could clearly hear the street noise (esp. all the car horns), which is a near-constant in that area. The place is quite old - the only saving grace is that my air cond. and wireless internet worked fine. Other than that, I was very unimpressed with the room, bathroom and furnishings. Now, don't get me wrong - I'm not complaining, but just reporting on my experience for informational purposes.
I had breakfast at McDonalds down the street (same prices as U.S.), purchased some overpriced stuff at the pharmacy (Green's?) near the Veneto, then spent most of the day working in my hotel room over the internet, supporting my clients back in the U.S.
Around 7 PM I finally left the hotel, turning left and walking away from Veneto, I stopped in at Istmo Brew Pub.
SIDE-NOTE: I did not find this out until later, but apparently Thursday was the first day of a legal ban on public area smoking. I don't smoke, so that's a nice change of pace for a non-U.S. experience.
Istmo Brew Pub is apparently the "La Terrazza" bar that others have reported on in this forum. I did not know this until Friday night when I asked an old cab driver to take me to La Terrazza and he pulled up in front of Istmo Brew Pub! LOL.
So I have two glasses of red wine (again, US prices - around $5 each) and a 3-part appetizer. When the appetizer comes out, it's more food than I want to eat, so I offered most of it to a table of 3 girls, and they graciously accepted (in the U.S. you would get, at best, a cordial "no thanks").
Went back to the bar. The table of three girls didn't "appear" to be working girls, but I finally aimed at finding out. One of them was an 8, but she was an air-head and sported a U.S. female attitude, although she at least was cordial to me because her two friends seemed to like me a lot. All 3 were from Colombia, and the 'ring leader' spoke a good-enough broken English.
Eventually they asked me to join them, and we all finally left when their ride showed up - a guy "friend" of theirs, and he seemed pretty cool. So we're in his car going "partying" (they said not far from there), but the 8 rolled up some weed and everyone (except me and one other girl) started smoking it. Meanwhile, the guy was driving who-knows-where, for about 20 minutes, but I was a little relieved that we wound up back at Veneto.
Tony again saw me and came up asking for a buck! LOL. But since I was with 4 other people, there wasn't much barging in he could do.
We all went into Veneto, except for the 8, who went I-don't-know-and-don't-care where. So we get a table, and order some drinks and food and have some limited conversation. To be honest, I wasn't into either of the two girls who were in my present company, so I tried (discreetly) to check out the rest of the place.
The girl who the night before had given me the "do I know YOU??" look was there again, so I went up to her again at one point and said something en espanol, and it was the same type of reaction. Sh** ! I was thinking, WHY are you here if you aren't accepting gentlemanly advances?! There were other girls in the place, but I just didn't see any that I frankly wanted to deal with!
Finally around 2:30 AM, the "8" shows up, and about 15 minutes later, I told everyone I had to get back to the hotel to get some sleep. The 8 motions to speak with me for a minute, and she wants $100 to "go with me" for an hour. My gut feeling said, it ain't gonna be worth it. It will be non-GFE and I'll regret spending the money. Besides, I had already spent about $80 total on food and beverages for the evening, so in my mind it would have been like spending $180 for one hour with a girl ... $80 for the "hunt" and $100 for the catch. Nawwww. No thanks.
And that was it. I went back to the hotel to sleep.
Panama trip Day 3 (final) full report
So Thursday night was a bust in general, but I didn't spend too much money hanging out with new "friends" I had met at Istmo Brew Pub, plus I didn't blow any other wads. Bottom line, I still had some unused wads in all my pockets, and it was Friday night.
As BaitandSwitch mentioned, we were going to try hooking up, but it was close to midnight by the time we finally got connected by telephone. Nice talking to ya, man. He had a thing going on and I was still trying to figure out whether to keep hunting or call it a trip and go to bed. I had to wake up at 5 AM for a 7:30 AM flight.
Friday night started out with food and (again, overpriced) drinks at the Marriott's Executive Lounge. Most international lounges have a 'happy hour' with complimentary drinks, but in American lounges you have to pay, and thus, no surprise, same in Panama. I didn't find out until later that it was $9.50 for a glass of merlot, and $5.50 for the glass of chardonnay that I had. Rationalizing the event, at least the food was free and it basically was my dinner, not to mention I had access to free water, sodas and other snacks all throughout the day.
First I checked out the casino adjacent to the Marriott - zero. I mean zero.
A young bellman told me that Elite was a good place to go, only a flat $25 for open bar, and I think he mentioned there's a cover charge (can't remember), and Le Palace. I didn't really want to get [more] drunk so I set off in search of other bars and clubs he mentioned in the "area around TGI Fridays". I found Hooters - what a joke! Same as the US - the girls weren't that great, but worse, the entire place was filled with guys. BYE! Next was TGI Fridays - busy, but every table had the look of groups of people who knew each other, including the bar area. BYE! Wandered the streets looking for other bars/clubs that might provide something 'interesting' - but I saw nothing with potential. It was around 8:30 PM. I got back to my hotel and no message from BaitandSwitch, so I continued back out again. An old cab driver said he'd take me to La Terrazza (which turned out to be Istmo Brew Pub) and then he'd pick me up at 9:30 to take me to Le Palace (it opens at 9:30). I had some wine there but saw no girls. 9:15, I walked over to Veneto, just to scout around -- must have been too early (?). Same or similar impressions that I had from the previous two nights, so I said BYE to Veneto for the last time, also.
Cab driver picked me up at 9:35 at Istmo Brew Pub, took me to Le Palace.
Upon walking in, I knew something wasn't good - the place is DARK, and the black lights illuminate the girls' skimpy outfits, but other than that, you can't hardly see what they REALLY look like.
Having had much to drink earlier, I just got a bottled water and sat down. The "show" soon started, where the girls all line up and form a "train" of sorts, and the line wanders around the room so that all guys at all tables can get a look at all of them. I made eye contact with the most petite of them all. Oddly, it was her blond (colored) friend who came over to sit with me instead, and I kept asking where was the girl I wanted to meet. Finally she got up and went to go get her. I look around, just to make sure that all the other guys don't look like Enrique Iglesias and Antonio Banderas and George Clooney. Nope. In fact, I figured I was the best dressed and probably about the best looking guy in the whole place. Lots of beer bellies and pudgy executive type guys. So I thought, that can't be it!?
Finally the girl comes over and we start having some limited conversation. She's Colombian, 23 (but she looks 30 - but that didn't bother me) with small breasts and a great rear-end. Not the BEST I've ever seen (that distinction goes hands-down to a 30-year-old Vietnamese that I met in Singapore years ago). But really nice all the same.
She asks for a drink and I comply. It's a Red Bull and Cognac. Later I will find out it cost me $22, and my bottled water was $4.50. I really wanted to make a point about that, but I also didn't want to find myself in a freakin' Panamian jail, so I bit my tongue. But before that price shocker, there was an even bigger one: she said that she could "go your hotel with you" for 1 hour for $400. I laughed. EXPENSIVO! She said, No...No! No expensivo! She said it's $100 for the house and $300 for her. (remember, this is for an HOUR) She gets one of the other girls to come over, who is more fluent in English, and she starts to explain to me that Le Palace girls are premium, and that is the cost. I explained (nicely of course) that in Thailand I could get two girls, equally or hotter than any girl in Le Palace, for 90 minutes for $100, and that the girls would also co-perform (one of my favorite experiences). She explained this in Spanish to the girl who was consuming a $22 drink, and after she explained it, they looked at me, got up and went back to their places. I didn't even watch them leave. I sat there just long enough to text message a buddy of mine about the prices, finish my water, then leave. I know the poor waiter was waiting for me to leave some tip, but I took every bit of the change he brought back from my two 20's.
Sheesh!!!
Never one to give up, I wandered some more streets looking for something - anything. One lady wearing old clothes that appeared to be dirty, and she herself was probably around 40, asked me "masaje'?" and I politely told her No. I guess this is one of the girls you can get TLN for $50, eh? Not my cup'o tea.
Finally get back to the room thinking I'll just call it a day, but there's a couple of messages from BaitandSwitch. So I call his hotel and we chat for awhile. It was after midnight - I'm thinking "5 AM wake-up call". Sh**! But I just can't give up. I go back to the hotel casino - there's one older Colombiana who is playing slots and, despite looking to be in her late 30s or early 40s, looks damn good in her formal dress and implanted bustline. I chatted with her briefly - she never did say that she was looking for companionship, but I just assumed she would go for it. Price was $300 for an hour. I thought about it. But only for a moment. She looked high-class, and she was in a high-class place with high-rollers, but I just wasn't her guy. I have no idea - it might have been the most outstanding experience I've ever had. Who can know?! I went with my gut feeling, which said to pass. She didn't flinch (half-way thought MAYBE she would get negotiable if she realized I was walkin').
Sat at the bar and listened for 15 minutes to a live band, caught the eye of a Panamian girl that looked like a "regular" girl. She was seated with another lady, and they had put down 5 cervesas (always a good sign). The only problem was that the other girl was a 2 or a 3 -- very short, very overweight, very short hair ... just nothing I could really find attractive about her. Her friend, the one I was interested in, spoke almost no English, despite saying she was an accountant. When the band packed up at 1:30 AM, the girls told me they were going to the Majestic casino, and if I wanted to go with them, they had a car and that was fine. I said, Sure. We got to Majestic and I again trolled the place (on the way to the restroom, of course), and didn't see anything or anyone who was unattached or appealing. So I sat with these two girls at a table, and the music was SO loud you'd have to scream at the person sitting right next to you for them to hear you. Add the language barrier to that, and it's not even worth saying anything. I tried "talking up" the Panamanian girl, and she did give me her e-mail address, but that was the extent of it. Told them that I needed to get some sleep and I left to get a taxi back to the hotel. Crawled into bed at 3, didn't really sleep, got up at 5 and flew back home, worn out as hell and determined never to go back to Panama. It's all yours, guys! I wish you the best! Look for my next and probably all future posts in the Asia forum.