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Just got back from four wonderful days in Tijuana. Unfortunately, most of the girls names are long forgotten. I wish I could remember, but I can't.

I stayed at the Quality Inn Suites in Otay Mesa. Which was a very good choice. With the exception of one time crossing back into the US, I never waited more than five minutes in line at Garrita de Otay. The hotel is safe, and about a ten minute walk to the border. I've stayed at the Rodeway Inn in San Ysidro, which was cheaper and was fine. But the accomodations in Otay Mesa ($79 per night) were perfect for me. I had more than one half-hour wait (and have read horror stories about two-hour waits) at San Ysidro the last time I visited. As a matter of fact, when I last visited in September, I had to be at a meeting one afternoon in San Diego and ended up cabbing it to Otay Mesa to cross the border, and then cabbing it back to San Ysidro in order to get my car and get to the meeting in time. I didn't want that hassle again, and Otay Mesa seems much safer (not that I had any problems in San Ysidro).

After checking in at the Quality Inn around 7pm, I grabbed my passport and some cash and headed down the road, past the Jack in the Box, and made a left at the gas station. Which puts you on a cul de sac that brings you to the fenced walkway into Mexico. I later discovered a "Casa de Cambio" exchange place open during the daytime in one of the gas stations you walk by in this area. The no-commission exchange rate was one of the best that I saw during my trip (12. 70) and I purchased pesos at that place daily thereafter. Utilizing pesos still works out in your favor. Considering that the vast majority of my pesos were spent in the bars in the Zona Norte, the 5% vig that you earn by using pesos at 12:1 was well worth the three minute stop on the way to the border.

On my first evening, once in Mexico I followed the advise of the sign warning you not to use gypsy cabs and to only use the ones that are painted orange / green. So, up to the orange / green man I go, and ask to head to Adelita Bar. Eighteen dollars he explains, and I say ten. He holds firm. Given that it was pitch dark and I was not about to adventure around to find another taxi. 18 dollars it was to Centro. Or 230 peso. I never saw that cab company anywhere else in the city, so it seems that they are a smaller firm that has paid to be right at the front at Garrita de Otay. You can't take the next guy in line (he's from the same cab company) , and they all charge the same. No tip from me, I knew I was overpaying. Always remember to bring plenty of fives and ones with you. There is no such thing as change from a cab driver in Tijuana. There are much better options that I later figured out, which I will explain later.

I walked into Hong Kong and purchased a VIP card for $50. Into the club, and onto the shaving cream show to start getting acclimated as I sipped my free Dos Equios that came with my newly purchased VIP status. The sensory overload at Hong Kong is insane. Perfect music, perfect lighting, and ladies abound. There are two girls doing each other on stage amidst a bunch of shaving cream, and another pair hanging out in the hot tub. And of course, one two or three, dancing on yet another stage anytime U-turn your head. I'm not sure I get the hot tub thing, but throughout my four days I rarely saw the tub empty. It seemed to be a part of the dancer's rotation to spend some time in the tub with another girl while daintily splashing and riding each other. Which is fun to watch, so I guess I do get it now that I think about it. I must have done a double-take at least ten times as I walked around in HK. It was slow, which is obviously good. A dirty blond with a body that nobody would give anything less than a nine to, sauntered up, looked me in the eye, and before saying anything else whispered "you want to fuck me?" with a gorgeous accent on "fuck." I think my dumbfounded response was something like,"uh, yeahhh. I do, but I just got here so not right now." "Sixty dollars," she retorted. And after fifteen seconds she says,"ooohh, I like you, for you, fifty." With that same gorgeous, latina, accent on "fifty." Somehow, I passed, knowing it is a mistake to jump early. I have no idea whether that was a mistake or not. After a half-hour or so at Hong Kong, I headed over to Adelita to consume mas cerveza. As usual, Adelita was fantastic, and I felt like a piece of meat. Which is great when you're an older gringo who rarely gets a second look in the States. Surprisingly, I didn't find anything exciting at Adelita. So I wandered around.

Chavelas was nice, but generally contains bigger woman. One of whom I spent some time with in a VIP room two months prior, and was greatly disappointed in almost everything about her. She was there, of course. And she recognized me, of course. And it was slow, of course. So I left. I ended up in either Delicia or Hacienda for a bit less than fifteen minutes. These are smaller bars on the corner, and whichever one I was in was completely empty. I checked out both, but ended up staying in only one. There were two older, fatter, dancers. One of whom latched on and I did buy her a ficha for, in order to get a feel for the place. She quickly offered to go upstairs, which I declined. Then the VIP room, which I declined. And then a bareback blowjob in the corner, which I declined. I booked because the dancer was now wiping her lipstick off and trying to make out with me right after explaining that her apparent area of expertise is giving BJs in the bar with a condom.

I poked my head in the Chicago Club, which was also dead. And ended up at Tropical Bar. Where a thin, tall, pretty, brunette quickly found me and started drinking with me. I had way too many drinks with her (and her with me). We were dancing, slow dancing, hugging, and I so wanted to get her to go to Las Pulgas with me to dance the Mexican night away. But, no, of course not. She had to work until 5am. I tried to convince her there must be some barfine I could pay, but to no avail. So I staggered out, drunk, into the night. The next thing I remember, I was in Adelita Bar. I say remember, because come to find out I apparently spent a great deal of time with a woman in Chicago Club between the two. In Adelita, I decided that my normal dosage of 50mg of Viagra that I popped on the way out the door of my hotel was not going to suffice given my extremely drunken state, so I asked for a little help from the bathroom attendant, who sold me (what I thought was a) 25mg tab for (what I thought was) $10. I say thought, because come to later find out I purchased 100mg from him for $20. I know I overpaid, but what can I say.

A blonde with a perfect set of tits finally convinced me that we should retire upstairs, which we did. Given my extreme intake of cerveza, and having loaded up on triple my usual intake of Viagra, it was two knocks on the door and extra time twice before I was able to release the built-up tension that only Tijuana can cure. Now, I fully understand that given my state "a blonde with a perfect set of tits" could have been virtually anybody. Perhaps a middle aged, saggy breasted, overweight brunette with blond accents. But, that didn't matter at all. I was happy. I hopped a $10 cab back to the Otay Mesa crossing and staggered back to the hotel. The receipt said I stopped in Jack in the Box at 3:15 in the morning, so my first night lasted about seven hours in Tijuana.

Nursing a hangover, I headed out for the border midday on Wednesday. Stopped by Casa de Cambio in Otay Mesa to change some dollars into pesos, proceeded to the pedestrian crossing, and once again paid the apparently non-negotiable $18 fee for a cab to Zona Norte, vowing to figure out a cheaper way into town. Arriving at Hong Kong, I spent an hour or two perusing the ladies in HK, AB, and LC until I settled upon a young 21-ish brunette with straight bangs, a nice set of Cs, and an ass made for grabbing onto at Adelita.

Upstairs, she went through a cleansing ritual for the both of us that seemed excessive and ruined the mood to a large degree. Being reminded of the importance of washing your hands and junk is fine. But showering, asking me to take a shower, spraying hers and my stuff with some alcohol based cleanser, followed by a complete (second) washing by towel while I wished away the alcohol-sting was tough to swallow. I mean this chick cleaned her nipples with wet-naps before we got going. Properly cleaned, we finally got to business. I wonder how much of that routine is about eating up a large portion of the time allotment.

She was disappointingly robotic, but was a champ in the head category. Which saved the session for sure. Back downstairs (after obligatory showers) , we bid each other goodbye. Thankfully. I wandered around the Zona Norte and found myself settling in at Hong Kong in the upstairs area overlooking the main stage. I whittled the hours away drinking Dos Equios and Coca-Colas while multitudes of chicas stopped by offering companionship. I really like that area, which gives you a great overview of all of the ladies downstairs. All of the ladies walking up the stairs near the main stage, and a perfect seat during some amazing pole work when one of the more talented dancers took stage. I found it much easier to connect with a lady in this area than elsewhere in the club. At least during the relatively slow times. The only real downside is that you are right next to the lap dance booths, so the meseros are pushing that option much more frequently and with more vigor. But, they are just a bit less attentive regarding drinks, chips, and the other things so it kind of evens out.

At some point, I decided to find something to eat, which worked out to be a cheeseburger from a street vendor that was quite good. I then checked out Chicago Club and was greeted by an older lady (probably 35) with quite an attractive body. She was so happy to see me, rambling about how last night was so much fun. Off into a corner we went for ficha, and she kept asking me to do "that thing" to her pussy as she unbuttoned her pants and shoved my hand into her crotch. Boy, I wish I remembered what it was. It got a little awkward that I couldn't repeat whatever worked so well the night before. She was trying to BS me about how confused she was having met me, how much we shared in common, how we were meant for each other. It was fun, but she was the type of woman that I can meet in the US so I needed to move along. Nothing was going to happen at Chicago Club with her around. So I headed past Tropical Bar and went to Dulce Gabanna.

The place had no customers. Not one. Except me. A young lady sat down and offered tremendous attention accompanied by a great personality and very good English. Her body, adorned with beautiful natural Bs, was perfect. Brand new perfect. As we talked and drank, I learned she is 19, and spends five hours a day in the gym. Which explains her exceptional body. There was actually one girl there with a body that I thought was a tad better, but Jennifer (I think that's her name) had already staked her claim. I really, really like this bar (except that they have movies on the TVs throughout, which is a distraction). There were about ten dancers; all of them on the young side. I believe they were all at least eighteen, but was a little concerned. Three or four of them, including Jennifer, were exceptional on the dancing pole. It was weird, in that without anybody there, after a girl took her turn dancing, everyone clapped afterwords and offered encouragement. At one point the uber-hottie was off to the side teaching another girl the basics of pole dancing. I really wished I wasn't so beat up from the night before so that I could have had a round in the VIP room with one of the spinners. I kind of see Dolce Gabanna as the AAA level of dancing in the Zona Norte. The girls are younger, less street-hard, and are learning the ropes or honing their skills before a portion move up to a much busier place. I think you could find some real diamonds in the rough there.

But not me, at least not Wednesday night. I retired back to the States early that evening after hopping an eighty peso cab back to Garrita de Otay.

[QUOTE=CTDan; 1497726]l I settled upon a young 21-ish brunette with straight bangs, a nice set of Cs, and an ass made for grabbing onto at Adelita.

Upstairs, she went through a cleansing ritual for the both of us that seemed excessive and ruined the mood to a large degree. Being reminded of the importance of washing your hands and junk is fine.[/QUOTE]I see you met Angelica who I posted about last Monday.

[QUOTE=CTDan;1497693]On my first evening, once in Mexico I followed the advise of the sign warning you not to use gypsy cabs and to only use the ones that are painted orange / green. So, up to the orange / green man I go, and ask to head to Adelita Bar. Eighteen dollars he explains, and I say ten. He holds firm. Given that it was pitch dark and I was not about to adventure around to find another taxi. 18 dollars it was to Centro. Or 230 peso. I never saw that cab company anywhere else in the city, so it seems that they are a smaller firm that has paid to be right at the front at Garrita de Otay. You can't take the next guy in line (he's from the same cab company) , and they all charge the same. No tip from me, I knew I was overpaying. Always remember to bring plenty of fives and ones with you. There is no such thing as change from a cab driver in Tijuana. There are much better options that I later figured out, which I will explain later.[/QUOTE]The Taxis Dorados have a sort of "monopoly" for Otay arrivals. Most of their fares are to / from the airport.

However, if you're going to play the game, play it like a local. Walk past the cab stand. Look left across the traffic lanes and you'll see a turnstile in the median. Cross the street and go through it. Now you're at the taxi drop-off point for border arrivals. There is a yellow taxi stand there or, if you want to hang out a bit, you can snag a Libre after they drop off a fare. Either way it'll be less than those pendejos in the Dorados.

There is such a thing as change from a cab driver, but only if it's small, like 50 pesos. They don't carry a lot of cash, probably for security reasons. A couple of weeks ago one explained why he didn't wear a seatbelt. Some asshole got into his cab late one night, grabbed the seatbelt and choked him with it, put a gun to his head and hijacked his cab. They recovered the cab a few days later, minus the shift knob, door handle pull pockets, and stupid shit like that.

I have ran into some troubles with my handle on the usasexguide side of this board because the Phoenix Police department now know who I am from that board and even referred to me as "the famous Tempe Jon from usasexguide". No, I did not get arrested or anything like that but I am now known to the Phoenix vice department. You can read the story on the Phoenix board of usasexguide. I need to change my handle. I want to change it to "Latina Lover" but I think it would be cool if it would be in Spanish. I figured on this board there would be lots and lots of people who speak "that type of Spanish" so can someone tell me how to say "Latina Lover" in Spanish?

[QUOTE=Tempe Jon;1497903]I have ran into some troubles with my handle on the usasexguide side of this board because the Phoenix Police department now know who I am from that board and even referred to me as "the famous Tempe Jon from usasexguide". No, I did not get arrested or anything like that but I am now known to the Phoenix vice department. You can read the story on the Phoenix board of usasexguide. I need to change my handle. I want to change it to "Latina Lover" but I think it would be cool if it would be in Spanish. I figured on this board there would be lots and lots of people who speak "that type of Spanish" so can someone tell me how to say "Latina Lover" in Spanish?[/QUOTE]Um, just my two cents dude. But if you got found out on the related board, don't you think they may also put it together when you just posted your intended new name?

Maybe pick another name and don't announce it?

Just sayin

In much better shape than the day before, I headed to Tijuana late in the morning. After exploring the Zona Norte and not finding anything to my liking, I headed off to Ave Revo to see what that was like. My plan was to visit Farmacia Similares to grab some Viagra to see how it stacked up to the Indian stuff that I usually chew on. The minimum they would sell me was a pack of four generic 100mg pills for under $14US. Armed with my new vitamins, I walked to the Caliente Sports Book at the old Jai Alai fronton and hung out there a bit. I liked it; much cleaner and nicer than the OTB parlors in the USA, plus they offered all of the sports betting options, including futures. Hearings stories of the Policia finding Viagra on gringos and extorting a fine, I reluctantly dumped three of my pills in the toilet and carefully placed the other in my pocket.

As I walked back towards the Arch, I stopped in the Caliente Casino which has a weird process of getting chips. You go to the cashier, figure out the one that was specific for tables games (no sign to help) , and then pay for a voucher. They give you two vouchers, which you bring to the table. You keep one in case you wish to later cash in chips. Unfortunately, I didn't need it as I got slaughtered. After tooling around the various bars on Av Revo, I was lured to visit Peanuts and Beer. As I walked down the alley, the tout offered me everything and anything, which made me nervous. And then asked me to accompany him up a set of stairs. I bailed, not being convinced I was, in fact, heading into P&B with some one affiliated with the club. I took a cab back to the border intending to refuel due to my lost wages at black jack, but there was some sort of police action taking place between the Tijuana cops and the Chula Vista cops on the Mexican side. They had everything shut down, including the pedestrian line. I have no idea what was going on, but it was a high-fiving, back-slapping, picture-taking, goodbye-hugging party for the two police forces that wasn't ending. There were probably 40 cop cars / bikes there. I think they might have transferred a high-profile prisoner. I guess this because a lot of the picture taking was focused in front of a car with some unhappy dude in the back. As this was going on and had no appearance of ending at anytime soon, I turned around and hit the cab area that I came from. It was an 80 peso ride back to Centro. Which is about a third of what the cost is on the other side of the road. You can cross the traffic lanes about 200 yards into Mexico once you walk in to get to the other side, and then the cabs are another 200 yards down the awning. That became my plan for the remainder of the trip for getting to Zona Norte.

Once back in the Zona, I grabbed my favorite spot overlooking the main stage at Hong Kong. Monica (tall 30ish brunette, who looks more caucasian than most, with a very nice body) became my companion for a good hour, trying to convince me to go arriba or at least VIP. I declined, deciding to wait to see what other opportunities might present themselves. As I left, I popped my lone pill, and went into Adelita Bar.

Adelita was great. I just now have memories of the night prior when a dancer completely stripped some Mexican guy and 69ed him on stage. That, was crazy. After about 20 minutes, an older blonde MILF with gorgeous tits took to the stage and I was smitten. After her show, I grabbed her off to the side, and suggested a drink. Halfway through our first cocktail, she suggested that a friend could join us. I had no problem with that as I had two very beautiful older ladies, one on each side of me. It wasn't long until the Viagra took hold and the three of us decided that retiring to a room upstairs was a fine idea. It was one of the best times of my life. Although the deal was never finished for me, the brunette friend was either a great actress or had a great finish during her ride. After another drink downstairs, the three of us went out for tacos at a small restaurant next door. It felt so amazing to hang out with the two ladies you just had a threesome with for dinner. We bid ado, and promised to add another to the group for a foursome the following day. As I strolled around the Zona, two ladies asked me for a dollar. Normally, I would say no, but they were cute spinners very unlike most of the zombies that solicit you for a buck, so I said "let's go in here for a drink," heading into the closest bar. They followed, and then grabbed my 70 or 80 pesos off the bar and ran as soon as I tried to pay for their drinks. I got robbed! Their loss, because I would have easily spent much more hanging out with them if the wished. My new rule is if that ever happens again (it probably won't) and I actually decide to ask two street urchins for a drink (which is stupid) , I will stand on the entrance side of them while I order. I went back to Dulce Gabanna. The bar had more of the same, probably twelve dancers this time. All but one were young, attractive, and fit. And, once again, there were no customers besides myself. I bought Jennifer, from the night before, a drink and pretty much vegged out for an hour while I caught my wind for another visit with a lady yet to be determined.

Upon returning to Las Chevelas, I immediately spotted a girl just my type. Blonde, not a spinner, but extremely good looking. A bit of Anna Nicole going on there. I just sat down with her, bought her a couple of fichas, and a flower, while adoring her company. She spoke zero English, and my limited Spanish actually made hanging out a great deal of cute fun. We went upstairs and just clicked for what seemed like the next hour. It felt like we got extra time, because we only got one knock on the door, but it didn't seem that my VIP card got me any discount on the room. I totally adored this young lady, and after another drink with her, committed to returning to visit the next evening at 8:00. I strolled back to Hong Kong, but was pretty beat, and left. I was surprised to find out from the cabbie ($10) on the way to the border that it was 2am.

[QUOTE=Tempe Jon;1497903]I have ran into some troubles with my handle on the usasexguide side of this board because the Phoenix Police department now know who I am from that board and even referred to me as "the famous Tempe Jon from usasexguide".[/QUOTE]Wow. That is scary.

[QUOTE=Tempe Jon;1497903]I have ran into some troubles with my handle on the usasexguide side of this board because the Phoenix Police department now know who I am from that board and even referred to me as "the famous Tempe Jon from usasexguide". No, I did not get arrested or anything like that but I am now known to the Phoenix vice department. You can read the story on the Phoenix board of usasexguide. I need to change my handle. I want to change it to "Latina Lover" but I think it would be cool if it would be in Spanish. I figured on this board there would be lots and lots of people who speak "that type of Spanish" so can someone tell me how to say "Latina Lover" in Spanish?[/QUOTE]Since Uncle Sam is watching over our shoulders by reading our emails, listening to our telephone conversations, I guess it is not that difficult for him to find out which IP address you are using to post on this board. If you are using your own computer at home or at work, you will be easily identified. I don't think most of the people on this board post things from a public library or an internet cafe. So don't be surprised that all your posts are in the archives of Uncle Leo.

[QUOTE=Keg; 1497906]Um, just my two cents dude. But if you got found out on the related board, don't you think they may also put it together when you just posted your intended new name?

Maybe pick another name and don't announce it?

Just sayin[/QUOTE]Well I don't think that the Phoenix PD is interested in this site since it does not discuss activity in their jurisdiction. I think I can post here sort of "under the radar".

[QUOTE=Tempe Jon;1497903]I have ran into some troubles with my handle on the usasexguide side of this board because the Phoenix Police department now know who I am from that board and even referred to me as "the famous Tempe Jon from usasexguide". No, I did not get arrested or anything like that but I am now known to the Phoenix vice department. You can read the story on the Phoenix board of usasexguide. I need to change my handle. I want to change it to "Latina Lover" but I think it would be cool if it would be in Spanish. I figured on this board there would be lots and lots of people who speak "that type of Spanish" so can someone tell me how to say "Latina Lover" in Spanish?[/QUOTE]The name your looking for is amante de latinas. But I have a better one for you don jon instead of don juan. What you think, then we can all have a baptism pary at hk.

How about.

Chuparme la polla Phoenix PD.

[QUOTE=Tempe Jon;1497903]I have ran into some troubles with my handle on the usasexguide side of this board because the Phoenix Police department now know who I am from that board and even referred to me as "the famous Tempe Jon from usasexguide". No, I did not get arrested or anything like that but I am now known to the Phoenix vice department. You can read the story on the Phoenix board of usasexguide. I need to change my handle. I want to change it to "Latina Lover" but I think it would be cool if it would be in Spanish. I figured on this board there would be lots and lots of people who speak "that type of Spanish" so can someone tell me how to say "Latina Lover" in Spanish?[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=LukeSkywalker; 1497983]How about.

Chuparme la polla Phoenix PD.[/QUOTE]Since I do not speak Spanish I had to go to google translate to find out what that meant. That was funny I must admit!

[QUOTE=CTDan;1497947]After tooling around the various bars on Av Revo, I was lured to visit Peanuts and Beer. As I walked down the alley, the tout offered me everything and anything, which made me nervous. And then asked me to accompany him up a set of stairs. I bailed, not being convinced I was, in fact, heading into P&B with some one affiliated with the club.[/QUOTE]No need to be paranoid. P&B has an odd entrance. The touts hang out on the sidewalk. If you want to go inside you have to walk along the side of the building, under the awning thingy, to stairs towards the back of the building.

[QUOTE=Phordphan;1498070]No need to be paranoid. P&B has an odd entrance. The touts hang out on the sidewalk. If you want to go inside you have to walk along the side of the building, under the awning thingy, to stairs towards the back of the building.[/QUOTE]Peanuts used to be a good place! Cheap and everything was allowed. For 1 buck you could do practically as much as you want for as long as you want.

I saw some amateurs girls there one time.

In fact, in that dance floor one time some girl got me naked, and she was sitting on top of me, trying to make hard. Which obviously I didn't get it. It was fun!

That was long ago. Talking about 2007 2008. That last time I went, was like 2 years ago. And it was practically abandoned. Not a single girl. Mesero told us: "don't worry, they are changing, they will be out shortly". We didn't wait to see what they had. Haven't bothered to return.

Hopefully they got it back in track in the last couple of years.