Medellin Reports

[QUOTE=JjBee62;1997434]Why would you go to Centro and then look for an ATM, unless that's where you plan to stay? When you need an ATM, go to one, preferably inside a bank, near your hotel, go back to the hotel, put it in the safe, except for what you need.

If you hit a Centro ATM then start visiting casas and clubs, you're just asking for trouble.

The rate you got from your bank is reasonable. With ATM and conversion fees, you'll only do slightly better at an ATM.[/QUOTE]ATM can be the cheapest and best way to get cash if you have the right card. For example schwab ATM cards have no foreign transaction fee, have chips (which you need in Colombia) and reimburse you for the ATM fees.

I recommend using ATM's inside malls and banks. And safer in Poblado and Laureles than in el centro but I have withdrawn $ in el centro atms in daytime with no problem. Just probably safer to do it in fancier neighborhoods.

Going to cambio to change $ also works but you need a passport and they fingerprint you + it takes a while as there is often a line. I prefer ATM.

ATM is also great at the airport as you can get $ for taxi or bus (by they way if you want to save some $ the bus from the airport is a good option. You can take it and get a taxi from 1st stop at San Diego mall).

[QUOTE=Wolf662;1997452]Yeah I am staying at the Botero Hotel right behind Nutibara Hotel, it's only $26 a night and seems OK in the pics and reviews.

Didn't want to have to take a taxi to some mall every day to get cash from a ATM, I see a ATM at Banco Bogota about block and a half away on StreetView.[/QUOTE]The ATM inside Nutibara is available 24 hours. After hours just let the guard know you want to use the machine. Other than that I use the BanColombia one a couple of blocks up in the strip mall that is across from the gay park where the police place is. I am a downtown rat. I have been to Parque Lleras a couple of times to eat, but I wouldn't know those other places if you dropped me off in the middle of them.

[QUOTE=YippieKayay;1997251]Most centro locations are dog shit. New Life and Energy are the better ones.[/QUOTE]Claro. That was New Life. Only one was at least healthy looking though fat, she presented herself like Estephany or something like that.

ATM Use Bancolombia up to 600 K COP one time withdrawal, no fees. Use the ATMs with Plus System posted. Search using Visa ATM locator. Bancolombia has also ATMs without Plus System posted, those may not always work, especially on weekends and give the message to contact your banking institution.

[QUOTE=Questner;1997564]ATM Use Bancolombia up to 600 K COP one time withdrawal, no fees. Use the ATMs with Plus System posted. Search using Visa ATM locator. Bancolombia has also ATMs without Plus System posted, those may not always work, especially on weekends and give the message to contact your banking institution.[/QUOTE]Thanks for the information. I was there last month and tried my Schwab card in five different Bancolombia ATM's in four locations. All of them displayed the message to contact my bank, without dispensing any money. During my next trip, I will look for the Plus System sticker because the Bancolombia ATM's are more convenient to where I am staying.

Landed in JMC airport alone, as my wingman Glen Allen woke up two hours late and missed the flight that would have connected with mine. He would have made it, but road construction meant he missed his flight by 20 minutes. (Note to self, when you absolutely, positively have to wake up set more than one alarm and double check them.) Glen Allen bought a ticket for the next day.

Got picked up by my Ub at are driver / current favorita. Sweet, stacked, and sensual as a favorita, often punctual as a driver, this is an excellent combination. 10 minutes after I cleared customs, she picked me up at the upper level. I give her 100 COP for her efforts, but will get into the habit of reimbursing her for the tolls.

After dropping me off at my rented apartment, she heads of to her college class but will return that night after the rush hour "pico why placa" traffic pollution controls stop. I've stayed at the mansion / Castillo, rented rooms from ex-pats, the Blux, boutique hotels up hill of Parque Lleras, and apartments. All serve their purpose. Trips are more fun with known or pick-up wingmen, so coming down with one or two and getting adjoining apartments works. This time, I chose one on in Poblado, but closer to the main drag than the now radioactive Parque Lleras.

The rest of the afternoon is about getting the "Basic 4:

- Pharmaceuticals: an injection of be-complex vitamins, an injection of testosterone booster, any pills I might need.

- Phone: I have a local, cheap, burner phone. Text and voice calls are all I need and for the $14 I paid for it back in 2009, I'm not afraid to lose it or have it stolen. If I haven't used all of the minutes purchased 90 days ago, they expire. The phone number expires after 6 months, so I would need a new chip. Buying your minutes by the 1,000 COP versus 300 COP avoid the chica's lament "No tengo minutos. ".

- Food: Stop by the grocery store for breakfast / sandwich items: eggs, bread, omelet / salad veggies, pastries, cereal milk, cheese / lunch meat. (Local fruits / veggies grown in the rich, volcanic soil have a flavor the near-hydroponically grown stuff in the USA will never know.).

- Funds: Change some money at the cambio.

Up the corner from 8th street and 43rd avenue (avenida poblado), next to Ajiacos why Mondongo (a highly recommended afternoon soup place) is a new eatery in a converted garage. Alitas Rapidas only serves fries and chicken wings. However, their wings come in 7 flavors, and their fries come in 4 flavors. Eat them, and you want to throw rocks at Hooters, the way that eating an apple fritter at a Tony Hortons in Canada will make you want to cross the border, return to the states and set fire to the first Dunkin Donuts you come across. The local high end grocery stores have great delicatessens, with salad bars, roasted chicken, and a great selection of Middle East.

Unpacked bags. Got the place set up. Put the female condoms, vanilla scented candles, chocolates, scented bubble bath in place. Fired up the Jacuzzi. Spritzed the bed down with my special mix of Febreeze and vanilla scent. Started setting up my facebook dates. Started calling some chicas and masseuses who might have checked out the net. Took a short nap to recover from my long flight.

My favorite Ub at are driver shows up. Petite, curvy, with a Playboy face, a Penthouse body, and a Hustler sex drive she squeals with delight when she sees the Jacuzzi is warm and bubbly. We have an amazing time after we get clean and dry. It begins with me using my tongue to spell out the oath that Hall Jordan used to say when he charged his power ring on the Green Lantern on her clitoris, almost twisting my head off with her thighs in delight, continued with her giving me the blow job the Jack Black character in "Tropic Thunder" offered in exchange for a hit of his heroin, and ended in several positions to include doggie, scissors, The Mailman, The Kung Fu Fighter, and spoons. A nice, but energetic GFE.

A couple of hours after arriving, she left, promising to return the next afternoon so we could pick up Glenn Allen. I went to bed early, and woke up late. I usually get little sleep the night before a trip, being a meticulous packer.

I woke up refreshed. The rented apartment came with a washer / dryer combo and a kitchen. That meant tossing the towels into the dryer with a fabric softer sheet for 10 minutes to keep them fresh, and a relaxed brunch before Oober Driver showed up after her morning college class, always on time or early. With minimal make up and regular clothes, she had a nice girl-next-door vibe, which only made the things we would do to each other that night more tangy.

We drove back up to the air port. We parked the car in the lane across from the airport on the departure deck. It was a quiet afternoon at the airport, but I asked her if the cops would tow her car away like they would back home. She snickered, and said it would be alright for 15-20 minutes or so, and by the way, they have a painted line telling you it is OK to park in that area. We waited by the exit after customs. Glenn Allen came out, oblivious to our presence, and we had to call out to him before he stopped. The fare for the flight he missed cost about $240, but he got none of that applied to this fare, which was triple. I guess they charge a lot for the last 2-3 seats on the plane, especially when you are buying them with less than 24 hours to go.

On the drive down, we noticed all the new construction of shopping centers, malls, apartment complexes, and homes going up between the airport and Medellin. Our driver pointed out some nice communities to live in that have a spur off that road, and explained to us how the city center of Rio Negro is on the other side of the airport. Oober Driver Coed dropped us off and went to her evening class.

I had Middle East food from the grocery store for dinner the night before, but Glenn Allen was hungry and thirsty, so we got 24 wings, 3 servings of fries, and a 1. 5 liter bottle of that tasty Postobon apple soda from Alitas Rapidas. Three different flavors of fries, and 4 different flavors of wings. I am partial to the Lime flavored fries and wings. They give you plastic gloves to eat the wings, which is very civilized.

He's been wifed up with the very first paisa I introduced him to three trips ago, and was expecting her at 8 pm, which was very optimistic given her track record of coming hours late, but gave him time to take a nap and recover from his 13 hour journey from his front door to the apartment.

My wingman is like a man who discovers a buffet, walks past the lobster, refuses to taste the crepes, ignores the steak, is befuddled by the caviar, but piles tater tots on his plate. Like Eddie Murphy's starving man eating a cracker, he insists they must be Ritz, and not plain old Saltines. Wingman keeps driving from his home to other side of town to go to the buffet restaurant and eat their tater tots.

He met her a year ago, when I asked a long time friend-with-benefit chica to bring along a friend for him. Moonfaced, short and dumpy, but with big eyes, big eyebrows, and rack that is (thankfully) bigger than her spare tire, she comes with the usual barrio girl accessories: a child whose father who provides occasional child support, and a room in her grandmother's house. After an unsuccessful coupling, a trip to the zoo, and a successful coupling in a love motel, all done with conversations translated by his smart phone, she somehow she triggered his mutant powers. He became a super hero, and in his secret identity of Captain Save-a-ho, he has gone the full Pygmalion route, giving her a stipend, paying to fix her roof, and sending her to trade school to learn a profession. I'd get snarky, but most of us have made that same mistakes when we start out in the hobby, whether it was turning into the "United Prepago College Fund," or the one-itiss part, or the tater tot fixation.

My chica shows up 5 minutes early. His. Not so much. In a pattern she would set this trip, she arrived 3 hours late. (She had to wait until the 6 year old "baby" was asleep, before she could slip out of grandma's house.).

I had more energy, so my session was Oober Drive Co-ed went even better than the previous night. I gave her the FB-girl standard 200 k cop, and since I did not have to pay for taxi fare, I gave her money for gas and parking on my block.

I felt sufficiently recovered from the previous week's SJO trip to up my pace to two pops a day. I woke up early and made my way to New Life. It was 11:36 when I got through the security barrier.

New Life raised their prices slightly (80 k for an hour, 65 k for 45 minutes, 50 k for 30 minutes, and 40 k for those amazing guys who can get the job done in 15 minutes). The extra money went into creating new rooms on a third floor and a floor beneath the main one. A new ceiling, tastefully sexy large prints on the walls, and an improved waiting area really spruces the place up. I looked forward to seeing the rooms.

NL's line up always have something for everyone. Young and MILFY, white and black, natural and enhanced, short and tall, slim and thick, flat and curvy, exotic girls and girls that look like they should be operating the French Fry machine in a Dairy Queen in Cobden, Ottawa Province, Canada. I spent a few minutes sitting for introductions. I looked forward to picking up with the bleach blond MILF* with whom I shared great chemistry and highly affectionate bbbjs, but she was not there and would not answer my calls during the next two days after the first one where she answered but told me to call back 30 minutes later.

I chose Elisa. At about 5'4", she had a nice rack, and a very patrician face. She was dressed plainly but her facial features were those of a someone used to giving orders, like a high school teacher or a shop floor supervisor. Although Melany and Sophia were available, and I recalled having a great time with both, Elisa's haughtiness teased me. I went up to the smaller waiting room, sat down and when she came out again for another set of introductions, I had her sit down for an interview. Use a female condom? Check. DFK? No. Oral? Yes.

She passed, and she got us one of the new rooms in the hall leading back from the ticket office. 202? 212? Not sure. Anyway, it was clean, functional, well lit, new, and had a strategically placed fan, a clock, and best of all a strategically placed wall mirror. The bed was built into the wall, so no annoying squeaks or headboard bumping. However, the shower required either a contortionist or a smaller person to get into an out of with ease. When w got done with our showers, it was about 11:45.

Taking off her clothes, Elisa seemed to gain about 5-7 kilos, all around her middle, as well as a jaded civil servant attitude. No DFK turned, to no real kissing. No attempt at foreplay and no DATY meant this would be a short session, so I decided to focus on her great natural rack, curvy butt, and rubber smooth skin and finish up in time for the 30 minute rate. Then she dropped the bomb: no BBBJ, only CBJ! Wish I had remembered to ask during the interview, but I've never gotten a CBJ at NL before. I relented, positioned myself head towards the bottom of the bed, were I could watch her work in the 5'x5' wall mirror directly across from the bed, and let her work the condom onto me, which was a bit of a challenge. She did a good job, and she got aggressive in her technique, knowing the condom would protect me from her teeth. I let her do that for 10-12 minutes, watched her in the mirror, held her hair up with one hand, while alternating between fondling her soft-ball sized breasts and her basketball sized ass.

Figuring that I was as hard as I was going to get, I asked her to take the condom off on and hop on. That is when she really warmed up, bouncing up and down with real abandon, sometimes sitting right up, sometimes leaning down so our chests met. That's when she allowed some real kisses. It's not my favorite position, and some really excited riders can actually turn it into a painful position, so we switched to mish, then doggy, then scissors. In scissors, it was fun to watch her golden brown breasts quiver like custard flan on the deck of ship in rough seas. When I finished up in spoons, the mirror allowed me to look over her shoulder, and watch her facial expressions, her swaying breasts, and my dick sliding in and out of her snatch.

I came, and as I got up to shower first, she told me to lay back on the bed and relax, not for some post coitus cuddling, but so she could go in first. And take a good long time. It was 12:15 when we got out. This was significant because when it came time to pay, she told the box office it was 45 minutes. I asked her about it. At first she said that we went into the room at 11:30, but when I told her I had even gotten inside the building until 11:36, then sat for selection, then got a soft drink, then waited for her to come out, so it was closer to 11:45 when we got inside, she switched to the rationale that we left the room at 12:16 when we go out, so one minute over bumps up 30 minutes to 45 minutes. I stopped arguing. It was just 15 k /$5 more. So I just chalked it up to an enforced propina / tip. And made a point to remember.

I put it into perspective. Cab from Poblado to El Centro: 9 k COP. A session in one of the new rooms and a soft drink: 67 COP. Cabfare back: 9 k COP. A nice lunch in local café down town: 10 k cop. All in all, a mostly nice session with a 7 before midday for a little over a dollar a minute: priceless.

I like to hang out in the waiting room afterwards and enjoy my afterglow. That's when I guy a met on the plane ride down came in with his buddies. They got put into one of the side booth-like waiting rooms, and we got acquainted while chicas filed in one by one. One or two of them pulled, so we got acquainted. They were staying in the mansion, and were a mix of Medellin first timers and veterans. They had hired a driver to show them around, and when they left they followed the driver to Turcos Paradise.

I had gotten business cards from their touts downtown when they made the changeover, but had never been since they did the make over. It was a place I had been to earlier, just a few blocks from NL. We were allowed in, walked past a bar, and put into a waiting room. After a dispensing of drinks and 10 minutes, presentations were made. The stable of Turcos Paradise was smaller and more uniform than NL's. I counted a half dozen girls, but they were an average of 5 years younger, 5-10 kilos lighter, and were all in the "pretty" range. There was one flat / skinny girl, one curvy girl, and the rest were in-between. Prices were 40 k cop for half, 75 k cop for an hour. Two guys pulled while the rest of us waited. They came back pleased.

Afterwards, the driver took us a lunch spot, one a little fancier than the usual lunch break destinations for workers in the area, but not bad. Heading back to Poblado the driver avoided the main avenue and took the expressway. That is usually a wise move, but on that afternoon, it was a stop and go affair, caused by two lanes lost to a repair crew at the beginning, and a traffic accident requiring an ambulance at the end. We had time to discuss evening plans, find out that others had experienced / heard of Yamile's stinky crotch (or is it her butt?) in mid session, and take a detour over the bridge that separates Poblado's strata 5 neighborhood for its strata 3 neighborhood on the immediate other side of the valley.

The day before, I met Mike / Patrick /"Jonesie" from another monger website. He was hosting a Calle 8 party on the evening before Super Bowl Sunday, in order not to conflict with the Sunday party at the mansion, and I let my knew confederates know about it. $100 k would get you access to a roof top party with open bar and pizzas from the restaurant downstairs. Also, at least 200 chicas were invited. The last party was Halloween, and about 70 guys showed up and almost 95 chicas showed up.

That night, I had gotten no positive responses from the previous two nights phone calls and FB messages. I still wanted to get back on a two pop a day schedule. Fortunately, while monitoring FB, Bunda Man let me know he was coming in that night. He was up for either Gusto's or Fase II, in an attempt to find a candidate for a 3-way acceptable to his favorita. I seconded Fase II, not having been there in almost 9 years, but having more recent experience with Gusto's overpriced night club overlooking Parque Lleras, which at best, was a venue for 30+ year old local women to have a mid-life crisis by trying their hand at being a high end escort to gullible Eurotrash tourists and trust fund babies.

I got to Fase II a half hour earlier than Bunda Man and his date. When you drive down the main drag, you pass by a big shopping mall (El Premio?) with a huge salley port in the middle, through which the corner of the block behind the mall and Fase II's huge sign is visible. The club lay out had not changed, but the old tunnel to the cabins next door was gone, so if you did pull, your choice would have to get dressed and join you for the walk of shame to the next door warehouse. Something that had changed was that in addition to the dancers, the were almost a dozen "hostesses" who were fully clothed, did not dance, but were available for trips to the cabin. Oh, and cabin rentals had gone up a few months ago from 180 k cop to 190 cop. There were sofas near the entrances, and those would be taken up by drunks who passed out, sometimes carried to them by bouncers. I met a particularly friendly drunk when I went to use the urinals only partially walled off from the rest of the club. The lout got all friendly after we both finished pissing, introducing himself and shaking my hand. I made sure to wash that hand extra good, and later he was passed out on one of the couches.

I stood towards the entrance to the bar, watched one dance routine end, and then another dancer took to the stage. I experienced something that I had never experienced before: I was impressed and mesmerized by a stripper. It was like the scene where the main character in a Sin City movie sees Jessica Alba dance. In fact, this one reminded me of Devon Aoki the half-Japanese actress, who plays Miho, the Sin City universe small, nimble and lethal ninja. She wasn't Asian, but had exotic features and an apple shaped face, the kind that David Cockrum gave so many of his female characters during his run as the artist for the X-men in the 1970's. So, I had a serious mix of yellow fever and latin fever going on, but not the kind where you have to settle for a Filipina. Long, long her to her tiny waste. Her costumes were sexy, but tasteful and not slutty, even as she was shedding clothing with each song. And her dance moves! Three dimensional and amazingly limber, incredibly daring, and exploiting all the vertical possibilities that Fase II dance floor lattice work of poles and piles provide.

I decided right there, I was going to do something I haven't done since the Clinton administration. I was going to tip her. And I was going to see if she would join me in a cabin. Some of the dancers immediately come of the stage and work the room wearing whatever they were down to at the end of their dance. Miho went made a detour to the dressing room, came out in a two piece outfit that was skimpy but allowed many locations for tippers to festoon tips, as well a stack of bills for those who wanted to make change for small bills. Standing towards the entrance, she came to me first. I got her name, put a tip in the string of her dental floss bikini, asked her if she wanted some cabin time, and she confirmed she would look for me after she worked the room with a hug and a enthusiastic kiss.

I watched her work the room, and knew it would be at least a half hour or more before she made the circuit and that her dental floss bikini would sag under the weight of the tips. She did it much better than the other dancers, with the skill of a politician shaking down a room full of millionaires at a fund raiser or a father working the guests at his third son's bar mitzvah. Meanwhile Bunda Man showed up with his date. We exchanged greetings, then got a table. He introduced me to his date, who reminded me of a young Nikki Minaj, but whose beauty came from nature and not work of a talented team of make up artists. Bunda Man hailed a waiter, got liquor and mixers, and settled in the watch the dancers. He gave his date small bills to tip any dancers, and tip really well any particular dancer she deemed a good 3-way candidate.

Meanwhile, I waited for Miho to come back. When she got to my table, I reminded her who I was and asked her to sit down for a chat. We got re-acquainted, and she told me she was 1. 46 meters tall, and 43? 46? Kilos. A quick interview and she went into the dressing room so she could put on some clothes so we could walk out of the club and walk into the warehouse next door with the cabins. While she did that, I was doing the calculations, first in my head (a meter is 29.6 inches, a kilo is 2. 2 pounds, so.) then on my cell phone's calculator app and was blown away to realize she was 4'10" and about 95 lbs tall. This wasn't going to be Sin City, this was going to be Spinner City!

Miho came out, joined me, and after I paid for a chit at the cashier (190 k cop cash, 226 k cop if you use your credit card) we walked out, past the cabs and the mini lunch counter and into the courtyard of the cabin warehouse. There was a front desk that took her chit and they had canned drinks and sex toys your could buy. They assigned her an empty cabin. I recall that the different cabins had different themes, but this one was prosaic. Modern and squeaky clean, it had a bench, end tables, towels, a bed, a radio, a phone, a shower, a sink, and a toilet, but no hooks or hangers to put your clothes on. Not the most romantic lighting either. But there was a small trap door built into the wall by the room. That came in handy when she insisted on a covered blow job (which I didn't mind because she had braces and was quite good at imitating a python swallowing a pig with that little mouth of hers) , and neither us had a conventional condom.

The little ninja called the front desk on the phone, they brought one, handed over 6 k cop through the trap door. That seemed to take an eternity, especially since I spent a lot of time on the front end establishing a rapport and giving her some orgasm inducing foreplay, and the 55 minute knock on the door came before I finished. But when I did finish, she was so sexy, I came twice, once inside of her and once again on her leg two minutes later, jacking off while she simultaneously played with my balls, pinched my nipples, and she tongued my ear. There was penalty for getting out of the room a few minutes late. She informed me that she got 130 k of the cabin rental, and that she was amenable to some off-site English tutoring.

We walked back to the club and she gave me another hug and peck on the cheek before going back to the dressing room to prep for another dance session. I got back to the table. Bunda Man and Nikki Manaj had not found a suitable 3rd partner, so he was going to order some take out to take home, while I watched Miho help another dancer by joining her on stage. Her costume for this set was inspired by The Matrix and she came out in a long black leather coat and sunglasses like Morpheus. When it was over, I joined Bunda Man. He got his food to go and we negotiated a 15 k cop fare for dropping me off near Parque Poblado and them at the Blux tower.

* "MILF" is a relative term, like "dog years. " Down there, a 28 year old can be considered a MILF.

[QUOTE=MaliBog420;1997462]ATM can be the cheapest and best way to get cash if you have the right card.
Going to cambio to change $ also works but you need a passport and they fingerprint you + it takes a while as there is often a line. I prefer ATM..[/QUOTE]I totally agree. I only use ATMs (Maestro) when I am abroad, with very few exceptions (Indonesia, where some exchanger even offered me a better rate than [URL]XE.COM[/URL] for USD), and I get rid of excessive fees at exchange booths.

[QUOTE=JjBee62;1997434]If you hit a Centro ATM then start visiting casas and clubs, you're just asking for trouble..[/QUOTE]Absolutely! Never do that, under any circumstance.

[QUOTE=Questner;1997564]ATM Use Bancolombia up to 600 K COP one time withdrawal, no fees. Use the ATMs with Plus System posted. Search using Visa ATM locator. Bancolombia has also ATMs without Plus System posted, those may not always work, especially on weekends and give the message to contact your banking institution.[/QUOTE]Thanks for the hint on Bancolombia's Plus System. I did not know that, and now I understand why sometimes I get that error message.

I prefer Servibanca (the green one), because they have a maximum amount 780 k.

I'd love to connect with Miho on my next trip down. Can you PM me any contact info? FB? Whatsapp? Thanks a ton!

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[QUOTE=IguanaSix;1997611]- Phone: I have a local, cheap, burner phone. Text and voice calls are all I need and for the $14 I paid for it back in 2009, I'm not afraid to lose it or have it stolen. If I haven't used all of the minutes purchased 90 days ago, they expire. [/QUOTE]Great trip reports, Iguana Six. I don't want to take away from the real fun parts of your reports, but I have a question and a couple of comments.

What cell phone carrier do you use in Colombia? I use Claro, but I'm getting tired of all the text messages I receive from them. Also, with them, the purchased minutes expire 60 days after purchase.

The shopping center near Fase II is Premium Plaza.

Most of my FB friends are still 150 mil plus a taxi fare. I have known most of them for a while, so maybe they are "grand-fathered" in. A couple of new ones have told me 200 mil, but they agree to pay their taxi for that.

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Most of my FB friends are still 150 mil plus a taxi fare. I have known most of them for a while, so maybe they are "grand-fathered" in. A couple of new ones have told me 200 mil, but they agree to pay their taxi for that.[/QUOTE]The US dollar spiked at 1 USD to 3,000+ pesos (although the cambios never got so high because they take a big cut). The independents probably realized this and started wanting more. Now the Colombian peso is getting stronger (with lower inflation). Nonetheless, I had one girl on my last trip in January tell me "pero tres centios es uno cien dollar americano. " Or as she was trying to explain 100 USD is fair value for an hour of sex.

The point I'm tryinig to make is with the previous rise in the US dollars some girls felt like they were being short changed. That 100 USD, or thereabouts is a fair price, and 150 k is really just 50 USD.

True story, when I was in Medellin back in November, one street walker demanded 200 USD. I told her I was Canadian and didn't own any US dollars. I swear that threw her for a loop and she took a whole minute to come up with a reponse. "Vale, tres centios" or OK, 300 k. Hahaha. So I guess Canadians get a 50% discount! I'll never forget the look on her face.

I'm dubious. You have a very low post count. Also, I told you the location, time, circumstance where you could find this provider. I gave a description so detailed that even a polite blind man with a cooperative waiter could use.

[QUOTE=DrMcNaughty;1997849]I'd love to connect with Miho on my next trip down. Can you PM me any contact info? FB? Whatsapp? Thanks a ton!

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[QUOTE=FunLuvr;1997863]Great trip reports, Iguana Six. I don't want to take away from the real fun parts of your reports, but I have a question and a couple of comments.

What cell phone carrier do you use in Colombia? I use Claro, but I'm getting tired of all the text messages I receive from them. Also, with them, the purchased minutes expire 60 days after purchase.

The shopping center near Fase II is Premium Plaza.

Most of my FB friends are still 150 mil plus a taxi fare. I have known most of them for a while, so maybe they are "grand-fathered" in. A couple of new ones have told me 200 mil, but they agree to pay their taxi for that.[/QUOTE]I, too, have Claro. I don't mind their messages. My minutes had been lasting for 90 days, but my November minutes were expired last week, so I am not sure if they did at the 60 day or 90 day mark. But, when a dollar's worth of recharging gets you so many minutes, who cares?

Thank you for the correction. "Premium Plaza, indeed!

I give 150 k and taxi to some, 200 k no taxi to others, 200 k and taxi to some others. All depends. I will always have the opportunity to make another $17.38 (at least until I am retired and on a fixed income) but its not every day I have a great experience with a hot chica half my age.

[QUOTE=IguanaSix;1997998]I'm dubious. You have a very low post count. Also, I told you the location, time, circumstance where you could find this provider. I gave a description so detailed that even a polite blind man with a cooperative waiter could use.[/QUOTE]This sort of request baffles me. There are over 3 million people in Medellin, at least half are female. Why travel thousands of miles and spend hundreds of dollars, just to fuck one woman based upon a stranger's description? Make a note of where people had success and go from there.

Besides, you probably didn't ask her if was okay to give her phone number to people you've never met.