On The Road: Quito to Medellin
[b]April 29. [/b] Boarded the bus in Quito, Ecuador. After 28 months of circling South America it is time to break new ground and make for the border of Colombia. I know the border guards sometimes want to see proof of onward passage so I used Expedia and Paint to fake a flight ticket from Bogota to Canada, plus fake financial records for my bank account and credit card. Change a few numbers and one can be rich.
To my surprise it took six seconds to stamp out of Ecuador, five seconds to stamp into Columbia. Not a single question asked. Sixty day visa.
Caught a 800 peso bus to the bus terminal in Ipiales. First guy to greet me there asked "Pasto? " You bet. 5000 pesos, leaving immediately. This is efficient.
Outside the Pasto bus station I checked into a 12000 peso hotel for the night. The rule of travel for Colombia is: day time buses only, no night time. Two reasons: one is for safety, the other is to view the landscape -- half the reason I travel.
Found a Citibank ATM in Plaza de Narino, pulled 700,000 pesos. Viewed Volcan Galeras at 4200 meters. I noted "not a single bag search so far on this side of the border. No corpses littering the road, no masked bandits, no FARC guerillas -- but bring on the amputees -- guys with one arm or one leg, one arm and one leg, no legs, wrist and ankle stumps." Walked central for a few hours. A tame town. Retreated come 8pm for a good night's sleep.
[b]April 30. [/b] On the bus to Popayan, one of two cities distinctly cautioned by both Canada and Australia: "We advise you to reconsider your need to travel to the cities of Cali and Popayan and most rural areas of Colombia because of the uncertain security situation."
On the way I noticed a pickup in military presence. The motorcycle soldier-groups seem to conduct roaming activities, setting up in one place for a while then moving up/down the highway. Also noticed during a restaurant break a soldier recording a jeep's license plates, driver's name, as the latter turned off the main highway onto a secondary road.
Made Popayan by 3:30pm, jumped off the bus in central, walked five blocks, checked into the first decent place I came across, Hotel Pass Home for 20000 pesos a night. Beautiful family run hotel. I laughed because she had bibles open in every room. I take it John Chapter 1 is a favorite. Orientated myself with a neighborhood walk, bought supper, posted some ISG-Quito finishings, retreated for the night come 9pm.
[b]May 1. [/b] Visited two historic-colonial casas. On the way to the first casa I noticed people lining the streets, holding candles, waiting for a parade to begin. Thousands of people are in attendance. A deeply passionate Catholicism prevails. These days back home the only thing you can get people to parade for is gay pride. "Jesus is dead; long live the cock!"
After the parade I ascended El Morro de Tulcan, a hilltop for viewing the city. I eyed this hill yesterday but too many punks with beers were about. Today, however, families dominate. Up I go to snap pictures, Popayan being much smaller than I originally thought.
4pm. Descended the hill, within two blocks I looked behind me to see two drunks 'casually' following me, by their dress I can tell they are country bumpkins. I immediately took to crossing the road. Halfway across I do another shoulder check. One is pointing across the road, seemingly justifying to his partner why they should cross the road. It just happens to be the direction I am now going. Still in mid-cross I slow till they commit to crossing, then suddenly do a 180 degree turnabout, returning to the sidewalk I left. They keep on, me eying them, them 'not seeing' me. Back to central I go where the police are more predominant.
Internet for a bit. At 8pm I decide supper is due. It's dark, raining. I am a block from a chicken joint, cutting through a gas station parking lot, fifteen meters from a major road. Three city punks are also cutting through the lot. To avoid a crash-course I slightly altered my path. I casually look at the lead punk as we pass some three meters apart. He's inspecting me intensely. Hmmmm, so noted. Ten paces each in opposite directions. I shoulder check. As I thought: the lead has tipped his two friends, all three are doing a quick 180 degree turn. They note I note.
As I walk through the front of the gas station lot they cut around back. I see them emerge on the other side. It is raining so I am moving at a good clip, no need to run, into the chicken joint I go. They disappear into the rain and night.
That one-second of eye-contact refined my take on Colombia. These boys aren't the soft Indians of Peru, nor the sloppy street kids of Rio. When I looked into his eyes I saw something different. He was hard. He was sharp. He caught onto that slight change of trajectory instantly, through the night and through the rain. What saved me were my "Latino" colorings. It took him a few seconds to factor in the gringo elements. But he did -- and quickly. Fortunately for me safe distance was already established.
It was here I decided to implement the "Pakman." Years ago in southern Pakistan, an area more fucked up than Colombia has been or ever will be, I stopped shaving and dressed down so substantially that the locals were bewildered -- upon finding out I was a foreigner -- why I looked so poorly. One guy even offered to buy me a new shirt. Yes, it is time for a lockdown mode, the return of the Pakman, needing every advantage I can get to "blend-in" while travelling the south. Predicting I can breathe a little easier when reaching Medellin or Bogota.
[b]May 2. [/b] I woke feeling as sharp as a razor and as bitter as the scorpion's sting. Obviously Uribe hasn't flushed 'em all down the shitter yet; crime still pays. Walked the eight blocks to the bus station, jumped on a bus to Cali. Military presence picked up along the highway.
Upon entry into southern Cali, for a 45 minute drive along Calles 5 and 10 to the bus station, I wrote: "Fuck me. I am back in (north) Rio. Homeless people everywhere. Hardened slum shithole streets."
Fortunately north Cali is a step up. Walked from the bus station to Iguana guest house, a bed for 14000 pesos. Nice, safe location. As always, throw the luggage into the room and begin scouting the neighborhood, central across the river: safety, food stores, restaurants, Internet, etc. Found a strawberry waffle and ice cream for 6600 pesos. Yum. Bought a city map along Av Sexta for 3000p. Printed off the ISG Cali casa list. Bought supper and retreated home to start cross-referencing fuckclubs.
[b]May 3. [/b] It was post 1833 of the Cali board, by Catire, that clued me in on Cali's fuckclubs. I sighed. I've been through this already in Buenos Aires, Rio, Asuncion, La Paz. I hate the house-style setups. They are boring as fuck. I love the nightclub fuck-bars, loud music, dancing (and/or striptease), porn on tvs, cheap drinks, cheap cashsl*ts. Lots of energy to perk everyone up.
Cali's punishing heat gave me a throbbing headache upon drinking beers. I looked into two of the most popular casas. First: Clinica Doctor Amor. The setup is painful. Music barely heard, guys hardly drinking, girls forced to parade through "sala 1-2-3-4" (couches) to introduce themselves. Christ, they must do this two hundred times per day, if not more. No wonder they are uninspired. Maybe 15 chicas, none to my like. Sipped a 4000p beer, left.
Second: Ropa de Babe. Ten chicas, four of which were second-tier targets. I was uninspired. The person most eager to suck my dick was Bubbles, the gay presenter. Thick-cerveza head got worse with a second beer. I left. I found a restaurant for excellent grub. In the eve I went out in search of fuckclub Faraon (Pharoah), 2N 23-65. The addy is actually 2N 22-65. Closed. Appears permanently shut down. Pouring rain. Boots are soaked, clothes soaked, hair soaked (even with an umbrella), walked home sputtering "This city is a shithole!"
[b]May 4. [/b] The zoo. Ever seen an ostrich sleeping? What an odd sight to see it sprawled on the ground. Visited the Iglesia de San Antonio for a hillside view of the city. Read through my guidebook to determine a country itinerary going forward: Armenia, Medellin, Cartagena, Bogota, Villa de Leyva. The rest of it does not interest me. There are activities, landscapes and biological diversity in other South American countries that equal and/or surpass what Colombia has but in safer environs. From day one I thought this and I continue to think this. Until Uribe flushes all the cockroaches down the toilet it's a bare-bones itinerary in 2008.
[b]May 5. [/b] I woke wanting to hit more casas in the north. An 11am walk along Av Sexta, all shops still closed, snapped my temper. "I am sick of this city already." Grabbed my bag, hiked to the bus station and bought a one-way ticket out of Cali. Good riddance.
Armenia, 17000p hostal by the bus station, wandered the town for a couple hours. Started reading ISG-Medellin Lists to make my own consolidation.
[b]May 6. [/b] To Medellin. The best and most scenic bus ride so far, following a surging-river valley. Picturesque landscaping. This made up for grandpa sitting in front of me. He had a monstrous case of death-breath. And the kid sitting beside me wouldn't shut up for the first two hours. For the last two hours he shut up all right, puke pouring out of his nostrils. Even with my stomach of iron the smell of puke sprayed on his clothes made me queasy.
12:22pm, a first glimpse of Medellin. First thought? "Now this is more like it! I am back in the mountains where I belong."
Metro-ed to station Prado. Hotel Cristal, 34000 per night ($20), private room and bath. Threw down the bag. For three hours I circled the streets, observing, noting things of interest. Looked into a dozen other hotels, found a better deal, more centralized, room twice as large, hardwood floors, stereo with cd player, tv, fan, 25000p, desk girl is prettier, a single block from grocery store Exito, lots of restaurants, 24 hour Internet, and a Citibank ATM nearby (El Union Centro Commercial, Carerra 49 y Calle 52-107), pulled 900,000 pesos. Picked up a large detailed city map for 21,800 pesos (Papeleria Marin Libreria, Calle 50 y 46-42). Photocopied the passport and visa. Ahhh, I quote the quote "luck is the residue of design."
Printed off my consolidated Medellin casa list. Retired for the night by 7pm, started cross-referencing casas on my map.
[b]May 7. [/b] Changed hotels. Disengaged lockdown mode (i.e., Pakman status), prettying up for the chicas. Lunched, popped a cialis. 1:40pm, first casa visit being Venus, Calle 58 49-68, paid 35000 for 45 mins (2000 pennies), sexed Daniela, 21 years young. Tame cbj, tame sex, cute face, decent body (c-scar), usual positions, no kissing, still enough to pop over with a decent ass, flatdog saving the day as usual. I've sexed in tiny war-torn closets before but this is the first time I ever fucked on a plain mattress on the floor.
Net for 1.5 hours. Had a couple beers in a corner pub. Second casa, Barcelona, Calle 59 50-12, 4 chicas, none worthy of the cock. Left. Third casa, Alejas Sala Masajes, Calle 54 42-13, five chicas, none worthy of the cock, left.
More beers in a corner pub. 5pm. Fourth casa, New Life, Calle 56 43-39, six chicas, nada. Will have to return earlier another day as two decent lookers were leaving as I walked in.
Fifth casa is Geishas, Cr 43 56-47, chose Sonya, 21 years young, blonde, decent body, 30000 for 30 mins (1714 pennies), more receptive than Daniela but I didn't cum.
I exited Geishas. Looking at the list I see Aphrodite is right next door. I do a 180 degree turn, step back a few feet, walked in. Never done back-to-back thirty minute sessions before in different casas. Sat. Girls introduced. I looked at Laura's ass while she is walking away, which distracts me from the next girl, making for a laugh. Laura it is, 20 years young. 25000 pesos for 30 mins (1429 pennies). As the day wears on it just keeps on getting cheaper and cheaper.
Within fifteen minutes of exiting Sonya's pussy I was in Laura's mouth. Good cbj warmup. She mounted me. She can ride! This girl has some horsepower. Opted for missionary; she went for her clit with her fingers. I doubted its authenticity, having seen and experienced the "porno-imitation" before.
But when she put me on my back again, re-mounted while pinning me down, then doing the scrub-board rubbing on my pelvis and cock, there could be no doubt. She was game. With the pace of her breathing picking up I put my tongue to her neck and ears -- scrub, scrub, scrub -- and there she goes, sailing off the end of the world, into ecstasy, with loud grunts and moans.
She slowed down, lazily positioned into doggie. My turn! To flatdog, tasty ass cheeks swallowing the cock. Bye bye brain, Hello O (orgasm).
Day one in Medellin and I tagged three second-tier chicas. Not bad. I am in a more fuck-fiesta mood here in Med than in Cali, primarily because I am in a scenic-mountain city, cooler temp, so second-tier chicas will do nicely for cock massages until I find my petite and pretty 8teenie or 9teenie ideal.
Let the fucking continue ...
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July 1st till the 8th Medellin
Ok guys,
looking for a wingman, I will be traveling to Medellin for my 1st time. Staying at the Famous Medellin Mansion.
1-Anyone headed that way out of Miami?
2-Any top reccomendations where to visit, restaurants, clubs, sightseeing?
3-Any girl reccomendations & how to contact them? (photos will help...jaja!)
