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Your size is a definite advantage
[QUOTE=Dcrist0527;2671278]Thanks for the info, Drifts. I'm heading to MDE this week, determined to give La Isla the best shot I can. But I am curious. What times did you hit up the Centro strip clubs? I've never ventured to Centro. Many of the posts here scare me. LOL. And I do not scare easy. (I often roam the streets in zona norte in Tijuana at 3 AM.) I believe it's just fear of the unknown. I'm clearly gringo. I travel alone. I am a big guy, which is to say a fat ass. I think many mistake my size for muscle. Hahaha So I know that plays in my favor. I'm also very alert. But my biggest concern is leaving a centro bar in the wee hours after drinking.
In your opinion, safe?[/QUOTE]The average Colombian male is much smaller than the average American male. And even in groups that stalk, those who look for prey in the wee hours of El Centro look for the weaker, smaller types. With that said, if you are staggering drunk, that can you get you rolled in heartbeat.
Don't venture out late at night with any obvious bulges in your pockets, especially a visible cell phone. You will probably not get injured or killed over a cell phone but they can snatch and grab, and run away before you know what happened.
A lot of it is vibe, attitude and awareness.
Let me share an unbelievable example. My Numero Uno Catgirl and her novia were spending the night with me at The Nutti, a landmark hotel in the heart of El Centro. The time was 2:30 AM, I was getting a double blowjob, and all three of us were pretty fuckin' high on the pink shit. Without warning, Cricket (her novia) bolts up and starts speaking to Catgirl that they need to go deliver some food to her cousin who is a homeless person on the street. Both of these girls are well under five feet tall, and under 100 pounds. See photos.
What happened next was as surreal as anything I saw in the movie Apocalypse Now. They were going to go alone without hesitation, but for protection I offered to accompany them. In hindsight, I may have increased our risk with my presence because I don't blend in. But I am also rarely mistaken for a gringo.
The night was cool and misty. First stop, a 24-hour restaurant across the main road to buy a dinner for take-out. Then we proceeded to walk for about twenty minutes, in the worst direction you can from the Nutibara. Lots of people huddled in circles doing drugs, homeless people everywhere. We reached our destination point and Cricket started approaching strangers and asking for her cousin by name. They would point to another circle of drug users hunched on the ground, smoking I don't know what. After the third group, someone pointed us to a building with a sliding metal door-front. We walked over there and said the girl's name again and a guy leaning against the bricks reached down and tossed the door up and open.
A very small girl, same size as Cricket and Catgirl, came scurrying out like an animal, bent over at the waist. She was dirty, with matted hair, tiny cut-off shorts, barefoot, and a midriff shirt that showed her flat belly. Physically, she appeared to be in good condition. She was cute, just like Catgirl and Cricket. She behaved more like a ferral animal than a human, first circling us and then slowly approaching after she sensed no threat.
She politely took the food in the white plastic bag from Cricket and chatted her up. I reached in my pocket to give her some money, but Catgirl gently and firmly grabbed my wrist and said, "No, don't do it, she will just spend it on drugs."
Just as quickly, she disappeared back into the dark hole of the building and the door slid closed. We walked purposefully but not urgently back to the hotel. We got a lot of glances, but no one hassled us and I never felt threatened.
Take home points: Don't have a visible phone on you or anything that appears valuable. Don't act paranoid, scared, arrogant or stand out any more than you naturally do. As I wrote in the beginning, I believe those two tiny chicas would have been just as safe if not safer without me, at 3 AM, walking the streets in one of the worst sections of El Centro. Looking like a gringo will always increase your risk. Don't go out like we did, unless you are with locals or have a reason worth the risk. Most of the actual crimes are not violent, but if they have a gun, they will shoot you in the face at the slightest resistance, including if you simply say "no". Fun times.
When we got back to our room I felt like I was just in a dream. I was amazed about how safe I felt the entire time. Maybe we were just lucky, but my chicas had no fear and acted as though the entire affair was routine. Mind blown, for the thousandth time in Medellin.
Women's Day tomorrow in Colombia
Tomorrow is Women's Day here in Colombia. Any adult female who means something to you in your life here you are going to want to at least wish her a happy day. Or a card. Or a small gift. Or not.
Like Mother's Day but the Colombians extend it to all women.
If you know a woman here who likes you and you don't at least wish her a Happy Woman's Day, she will take it as a slight.
Looking for good Chica Friendly last minute accomodations
My brother and I are scrambling, While we were messaging back and forth with the Mansion they booked the rooms that we wanted so now looking for good Chica friendly accomodations.
We are checking in Wednesday the 9th for 6 nights. Looking for a nice 2 bedroom in Laureles close to parque segunda if possible.
