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Finally Made It to Hong Kong
The Tuesday before last I was sitting in a bar in the gas lamp district with a guy from Orange County who had never been to Tijuana. It was 1am but I was itching to go. The trolley had already stopped for the night. I told him the taxi shouldn't be more than $50 and I didn't mind paying it. I told him to wait inside while I went and flagged one down. The driver told me it would be about $45 so off we went to the international boarder. I usually walk all the way to Const but I was itching to get there so we took a taxi. The driver drove us to some clip joint but I refused to get out of the car. I could see Ticuan Hotel rising up over the other buildings toward the right. I told the driver that I used to always stay at Ticuan so I know this gentleman club and I don't like it.
He drove us to Adelita's like I had originally told him. We went inside and got a couple of Dos Xs. I closely watched the bartender open the bottles because last time I was down I got sick and lost 15 pounds in 3 days. The beer tasted the same as it did that time, watered down (tastes less watery in the States). We brought it to the tender's attention and he poured some out to show the fiz. We still didn't want to risk it so we left the beers sitting on the bar. After talking to a couple of chicas we decided to leave and walk around.
We were passing HK and the guy told us to come in. I had never been inside because once a guy told me it was $10 to enter and since then I have never looked that way. So I asked the guy how much to enter this time and he said nothing. We went in and immediately blended with the atmosphere. It was like a revelation. The whole place started glowing. I ordered 2 beers for $4 each and we went to find a table. Right off I could tell that this was the best spot in the vicinity. Hands down the girls beat the ones at Adelita's.
There were guys everywhere with their cameras out taking pictures of the girls and themselves with the girls. One guy appeared to wife a girl up. He bought a bottle of something and they were having a private celebration. He spread money all over the floor near his table and had the waiters take pictures of him and the girl standing in it. I couldn't stop laughing because at another table was a guy who looked like Geraldo Rivera, with his curled up mustache. He had one of the baddest girls in the club dancing for him. Some chica from Veracruz with big ass titties came by our table trying to get me to buy her a drink.
I told my wingman for the night that I would be back shortly because I was going to run through a street chica right quick. He was scared shitless because he wasn't sure whether I would be back for him or not. When I got back he had moved up to a better table. At another table I spotted the girl who probably had the biggest ass in the house. A Filipino guy came over and said if you like her you better get her. You only live once. My wingman was admiring her so I called her over. She said her name was Amber. I asked her how much and she said $80. I started laughing saying it was too much. She said baby this is Hong Kong. You can go get a street chica for 200 pesos but she is going to nickel and dime you and charge you extra for every little thing she does like take off her shirt, blowjob, etc. I told her not with me because I don't play those games. I get the full package for 200.
This girl was smoking hot though. My wingman started sucking her tits and fingering her. Then she started jacking him off at the table. He gave her $1. It was time for her to go home so she got up and changed her clothes then went over to the bar to get paid. My wingman was in awe that he had that much action for $1. It was 4:30am by this time. I asked one of the waiters what time they closed and he said 7am. We finished our beers and headed back to the boarder to catch the 5am trolley.
When we crossed over the bridge we saw the line was backed up all the way to the woods as it was on my previous visit. I have Global Entry and Sentry so I told my wingman to just follow me. We cut in front of some people and a lady got pissed. Her daughter said mom they have Sentry. My wingman followed me inside the building to the front of the line. They asked if we had Sentry and I said yes, although my wingman didn't have it. They called me up first and asked if I was bringing anything back into the country and I said no. I flirted with the Samoan agent who was just getting to work while my wingman was processing in. We went out and hopped on the trolley and it left the station at 5:15. We got back to downtown San Diego at 6am.
Now I know that Hong Kong is well worth the price of admission. They haven't seen the last of me down there.
Yes, HK is the best place to be.
[QUOTE=Tomjackin; 1323040]It's not 10 bucks! On Friday and Saturday evenings, they charge you for a beer that you get on the way in, either 4 or 5 bucks. If you don't like the beer, you can trade it in for something else at the bar. But it is no more than 5 bucks and comes with a drink, and more importantly, a free pat down!
Otherwise, there is no charge to get in the place. It is my home away from home, at least in the states.[/QUOTE]It's 4 bucks or 50 pesos. I usually exchange that beer for a bottle of water or a different beer. Sometimes the entry beer is warm, or Burned out. (burnt? Sp).
For me, it is also my home away from home, even tough that I indeed live in Tijuana.
