My Trip to San Salvador - Part IV (Day 7 - 8)
day 7: day of fun continues
i had just walked out of kiss fresh and the cab driver sees me and starts the car. i tell him to head back to the hotel via the hilton so i can pick up my friend. after we get him into the cab, we head to the sheraton. we spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying the sun, drinking some beers and wishing there was some talent working the pool. this is where i told him about my experience at kf and my attempts at communication. people around us started to stare when he wouldn’t stop laughing. hey, at least i tried. he did, at least, congratulate me for finally having a successful time.
once the evening came, my buddy took off for his hotel to shower and get ready for the night as i went to my room and did the same. we took off for the multiplaza around 8pm. although we weren’t expecting a crowd at this time, we headed over to club envy. when we were there on thursday night, we had managed to meet quite a few of the workers including the manager and doorman. we talked with them for a little bit and decided to setup the night correctly and we reserved a vip table. we each had to buy a bottle of liquor at $45 a piece to secure the table, but it came with a big leather couch, free mixers and ice. since we had to stand for a few hours on thursday night in addition to dancing, and we figured the place would have an even larger crowd on a saturday it seemed to make sense. it turned out to be a good deal as we would later find out.
at this point, we walked around the second floor of the multiplaza and checked out the other night spots. it turns out that this area is pretty big and there are a lot of restaurants available, many of which have outdoor seating. we ended up stopping at this oriental place and sat outside to watch the crowd of people begin to form. after consuming several drinks we decided we had watched enough of the action and would now like to participate. it was about 11:00pm so we headed to the club next to envy. envy generally doesn’t seem to pick up steam until around 12:30am so the club next door appeared to be the best bet to chill until then. i can’t remember the name of this place but is has a circular bar on the left just as you walk in and the rest of the place has rep001tered tables. not that we could really see the tables as the place was already packed with people. we pushed our way to the bar and ordered a couple drinks. we were kind of limited in space so we just hung out at the bar for the time we were there.
so, 12:30am finally arrives and we head over to envy. it was still pretty slow at this point, but it gave us time to setup shop at our table. we sit down and the waiter sets up the fairly small table and brings the liquor, mixers and ice. by the time they brought everything, the table was full. and with it just being the two of us, it looked like we were raging alcoholics. not that i’m not but i normally don’t advertise it.
the night continues and the place begins to fill. other groups begin to occupy the neighboring vip tables and we settle into our inebriation. so they we are, a couple white americans, sitting by ourselves in a vip table with way more liquor than we need. my thought is to get up and start inviting some hotties to our table and get the party really started. my main problem is that i don’t speak spanish and my friend doesn’t seem motivated to take the lead role. when i push him on the subject, he simply tells me to go to the other tables and ask if they speak english. his theory was that if they could afford to hang out in vip, then chances are that they have taken some english classes. turns out he was right, at least about the other tables knowing english.
for whatever reason, we decided not to be ourselves that night. thinking that we were in a foreign country and that no one knows who we are, we could be whoever we wanted. so we pretended to be guys who got rich during the dot com era and now are in the country looking for investment opportunities. i chalk this rationale up to the 9 or 10 drinks we already had by this point in the evening. we actually did a pretty decent job of keeping the story going with everyone we met and managed to not contradict each other with our ever increasing plot twists. although we didn’t take anyone back to the hotel that evening, we had a good time and met a lot of cool people. i also managed to get a number from one of the girls i met. she turned out to be a lawyer for a telecommunications company in san salvador. anyway, the night ends around 4am with us dragging our drunk asses back to our respective hotels with our remaining bottle of vodka. we had given the half full bottle of rum to the doorman who seemed to really appreciate the gesture.
so the saturday was over, and i got some action. not a marathon day of sex but still a good day of fun.
day 8: enjoying the sun
today was the day to get out of the city and check out the beach. we hired a driver for the day for about $50 or $60 which didn’t seem like a bad deal. we took off around 11am and it took about 45 minutes to get to the water. we took a right once we hit the beach road and headed west, i believe, for about two miles. we came across some random dirt road and the driver turned off and headed towards the beach. the road eventually stopped between some houses and he pulled over a little and parked. we took all of our stuff with us as we weren’t sure of the security of the vehicle. it was kind of convenient having the driver with us as we could both go in the water and he just hung out and guarded our stuff. after about a half hour or so, my friend talks the driver into running to the store for us. i have him pick me up a six pack of pilsner, some water, and a ball if he could find one. he comes back a little while later with the drinks a soccer ball.
so, we end up spending the rest of the day chilling out in the water, having some beer and hanging out with the locals who were also out enjoying the weather. i played some beach soccer and proceeded to bruise the hell out of the top of my foot. the ball was hard plastic and covered in sand and salt water and i, of course, am barefoot. luckily i was drinking so i wouldn’t feel any pain until later that evening. we did find a small restaurant along the beach and had some fried chicken. it was pretty good considering the condition of the establishment. ‘kind of rustic’ would be a good compliment. anyway, we finished up the day around 5:30pm and headed back to the city. traffic was a little heavier on the return trip and it took a little over an hour to get back to the hotel.
during the drive, i called the girl i met the night before to see what she was doing. i ended up making a date to see her for dinner that night. i don’t know why i continue to do these things on my trips. while it’s so much easier to just hit the casas and clubs to get some action, i decide to challenge myself into to getting free local non-pro pussy. i’ve really got to stop because even if and when i get some, i realize that all of the time spent on getting it prevented me from enjoying many fine ladies who are more than willing to give it up immediately. plus if i don’t score, i’ve really wasted my time. ah well, next time will be different i keep telling myself.
it’s at this point that my trip life splits into two different personalities. one personality is continuing the lie that began at the club saturday night while trying to score with the non-pro. the other personality is trying to compensate for the other by seeking out good times and crazy sex encounters. it was interesting battle as the second week went along.
i started by going on the date with the girl i met at the club and went to dinner at the gran via. i believe the name of the restaurant is senor tenedor. it was just to the right of the tucson grill. the food was pretty good and fairly reasonable in price. the date went okay but not much happened. to be honest, i was pretty tired from the beach earlier so i wasn’t really upset. the cool thing was that we had a good conversation and i was able to soak in a little more local culture. the date ended and she dropped me off at the hotel in her car. we said our goodnights and i went to my room and went to bed. by the way, the top of my foot was a pretty shade of purple now that the soccer bruises were setting in.
i still feel i had fun in my first week in san salvador, but i knew i wasn’t finished and i had some work to do if i was to improve things in week two.
to be continued in part v.
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First draft of San Salvador Monger Info file
As a sort of thank you, I am posting a text file compiling the bits and pieces of information I have found here and on mundoannuncio.com. If it violates any posting restrictions I am not aware of, I apologize in advance. Please forgive the crude machine translations. I have not verified most of the information in the file, but I plan too.
Love them chicas,
Capbrett
Variety in Salvador Mongering
Ok, I admit it, I still haven't found anything in El Salvador that comes close to KF for value and service even though I have tried (and tried). I don't want to be accused of being a shill, but I have to admit the truth. Today, I went through Cap's list from the "MundoAnuncio" anuncio (Thanks Cap! ) and found a place located close to where I work. My idea was to walk down there for lunch and check it out. Their blog is really enticing and professionally designed:
[url]http://laflorblanca.********.com/[/url]
The problem is that neither the location nor the ladies live up to the ad. (No real surprise there, but this was not even close.)
Cover was $3 and included a beer. Additional beers are $2 each if you want to hang out there. They had 4 girls, 3 of which were plumpers (not that there is anything wrong with that). I chose the smallest of the 4, a 21 year-old going by the name Daniela (seems to be popular at the places I frequent). They charge $30 for the half hour. The location is an old house behind the Alameda Hotel. It is easy to find. From Bulevar Los Heroes (49th Ave) in front of Flor Blanca (Magico Gonzales) stadium, go north and turn on the first street to your right--between the stadium and the National Civil Police's 911 emergency reaction force. Then you go two blocks east until you reach the Villa Serena Hotel and "Queens" school. On your left, there is a small dead end street with no sign, but Callejon del Tope is painted on the curb. At the end of this dead end street, you will find 119 on your left. There are no signs, lights, or anything to clue you in that you are there. Just knock on the door.
It is moderately clean, but old and not recently updated. The up side is that Daniela is a petite little thing with a tight panocha that I tried to help stretch out a bit. She performed ok and made no attempt to present a GFE, which is fine by me. Its like Charlie Sheen's deposition for the Heidi Fleiss trial, "I never paid for sex. I paid for them to leave when I was done. " He made an excellent point.
I guess it beats jogging for 30 minutes to get your daily exercise.
K
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