So I read somewhere that Cascadas was having air conditioning issues due to construction. Since the weather is heating up I was wondering how air conditioning was like at Cascadas during the day.
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So I read somewhere that Cascadas was having air conditioning issues due to construction. Since the weather is heating up I was wondering how air conditioning was like at Cascadas during the day.
Was driving to the border and saw the yellow taxis making illegal you-turns into heavy traffic to avoid policia waiting down the road. Scrambling like roaches to avoid the cops! Must be calling each other on cellphones or radios to alert each other of policia checkpoints.
For decades, taxi groups have leased their own exclusive parking and pick up spots, like the end of Ped East walk, or so they claim. We were always harassed by cabbies when picked up or dropped off by HK's limousine at that spot. That's why HK's limousine only picks up at the Pemex station on the West of freeway. UBER is a strong competitor that could take away big chunks of taxis' business and could trigger more forceful protests.
The video shows a bunch of guys, in yellow shirt with ties and dark pants, likely Yellow Cab drivers, chased and beat up others in street clothes. One was Eric Ibarra of Chula Vista with broken nose; his friend required 10 stitches.
The taxi in the video was a Taxi Libre. If all taxis are banned from the border area, how will people get to Centro or other locations? Tijuana officials come up with better solutions, like making clear who have the rights to do what, where, when, by contracts and by laws, not by banning all taxis.
[URL]http://www.nbcconnecticut.com/news/national-international/Man-Friends-Attacked-by-Tijuana-Taxi-Drivers-for-Using-Uber--432202633.html[/URL]
[QUOTE=Zhagolo52;2056642]Currently here and I arrived yesterday. No more yellow cabs at the border. I asked the Taxi driver that took me to HK. He said on July 3rd the son of a Tijuana politician was waiting for his Uber at the Border when the Uber arrived the yellow taxi drivers bet them both up and one of them remains in the ICU per the taxi driver as a result they banned all the taxis from the border station.[/QUOTE]
Stayed overnight in hotel Cascada Tuesday night July 4. Arturo at reception gave me a remodeled room on 6th floor, which was nice and clean. Went in and out of HK, partying with a few bros, taking 4 girls to the room by 2 AM.
The room was on the North side on Coahuila, across from bar Tropical. Cascada has tile floor which transmits all sound, shocks, vibrations. I really need to sleep, but all night guys and girls were talking loud, like shouting in the hall way. The damn free brass band on the street was playing some of the loudest and worst music straight until 6 AM. After 6 AM the construction crew started shouting, making noise. These people are just outright stupid and inconsiderate. No wonder the country and her people are mired in oppression, corruption, violence, poverty. I was thinking I would not survive being kept awake all night by these stupid people.
I got very tired and sleepy in the morning. Had the same noise problem, guests and cleaning crews shouting in hallways, last time, called reception to complain, but that did not help. I will email complaints to hotel management. Other bros, having similar problems, please contact hotel management and try to push them to improve. Will email management asking them to post signs "SILENCIO" in hallways and instruct their workers to keep quiet.
[QUOTE=Travv;2056718]Was driving to the border and saw the yellow taxis making illegal you-turns into heavy traffic to avoid policia waiting down the road. Scrambling like roaches to avoid the cops! Must be calling each other on cellphones or radios to alert each other of policia checkpoints.[/QUOTE]It's about time. There are plenty of other options. Buses, Vans will get you within a short walk to the bars. For those who arrive at night look for the other colored taxis, Libre, Blue & Whites, Green and Whites, Yellow & Black (if they still exist).
Or UBER if you choose. It should be safer now but these yellow guys are still ticked and will likely try to cause more trouble. Mess with their income they become even more desperate and pathetic but downright evil as well.
Chapter 1. It's Been a Long Time Cumming.
Last time I came here was on a Thursday in late February 2016. It was great: probably the pinnacle of my mongering experiences which, admittedly, are confined to the limits of Zona Norte, Tijuana. I'll leave the re-telling of said expedition to the archives of Long Don's Love Stories (final chapter it's a good one).
I've taken a four-hour Tuesday night direct flight to San Diego and I check in around eleven at an Airbnb a few miles from the airport. Wednesday morning and afternoon in San Diego is comprised of a couple hours working remotely at a Starbucks, hitting up a one-day pass at 24-Hour Fitness, and cleaning up for some adventure. I'm ready around 20 minutes before my 3:00 check-out and decide to take an Uber to the San Ysidro pedestrian border crossing. I was considering the trolley, but I want to make sure I have plenty of cushion to get to Piri before it closes. Plus, I'm carrying a substantial amount of luggage and it only ends up costing 22 dollars for about a 25-minute drive.
First order of business is a transaction at the cambio across the street from JIB. I change a couple hundred dollars for 3500 pesos and just short of a dollar in change. The exchange rate was climbing quickly before and after the transaction, but I didn't consider it worth waiting an hour to see if that trend would continue in order to save three to five dollars.
A detection dog along with five USA Customs agents are posted not too far from the Mexican customs building entrance. Upon entry, I surprisingly notice that the nationals line is a few dozen deep and being processed single-file while there's only three people ahead of me in the immigrant line. I tell the customs agent I'll be in Tijuana for five days and he gives me a seven-day entry form, which I notice states "Forma Migratoria Multiple" at the top. Cool. Not sure if this is the same form I used to get for a day or two at a time that I had been told back then was for one crossing only, but it looks otherwise identical.
Confirming what others have reported, there is a heavy police presence where the taxis are stationed and there are no yellow taxis. I take a Taxi Leon to the Wax Museum for 5 dollars. Driver pulls some shit. After telling me he had change for a 20 when I got in, now he's saying that I need to go to a cambio to break it. Not in the mood, I just offer him 100 pesos, which comes out to 5. 71 at the rate I exchanged. Big deal. I cross the street to Piri and pick up a ten pack of 50 MG Figrals for 70 pesos. An Uber takes me to another Airbnb that I've reserved for my mongering trip. I've got a fantastic value on three days for 69 dollars total (Wednesday afternoon through Saturday afternoon) about 12 minutes from La Coahuila. It's about 800 square feet of guest house all to myself. I get everything situated and I rest for a few hours before calling another Uber to La Coahuila.
First stop: Tropical. I make a quick walk through and cross paths with a definite ficha-potential, but she quickly gets scooped by another guy so I exit. I walk up and down Constitucion between Coahuila and Primera, noticing a couple cuties on the east side of Constitucion near Primera before deciding to check out Hong Kong. After a quick pat-down, the doorman tells me to check in my backpack at the front desk. I decided to take some lube, Purell sanitizing wipes, and Bareskin Trojans with me when I prowl, hence the backpack. I'm fully prepared and, at the same time, avoid the discomfort of too many items in my pockets.
I take a seat at the front bar next to a group of three chicas and order a Red Bull for six (yes, six) dollars. I break a twenty and head back to the front desk with the change to give Miriam the requested two dollars I promised her to hold on to my backpack. Heading back to my seat and not really feeling it from any of the neighboring lasses, I observe the first of what leads to a solid rotation of chicas at the foremost dancing station at the front bar.
I get up and walk around the premises a few times but no one really, really stands out to me. The talent is present and outnumbers the guys, but it's not enough to dissuade me from starting out with a street girl. I sit through a few rotations on the main stage and give some consideration to a couple of the dancers, but I'm still convinced I'll find a better deal outside. I head out the front to pick up my backpack, then circle back to the alley. After sweeping the south side from Ninos to Constitucion, I start a sweep of the north side. I don't get far before I realize that I'm really digging this morena spinner in front of Porton. She offered me a super friendly smile and a couple attempts at luring me in when I passed her, so I cross back over and negotiate the deal. Standard no clothes, BJ, multiple positions, and sex for 400 pesos plus another 100 for the room. Wow, Porton used to be 60 pesos. Oh well.
Before getting into the lusty details of my encounter with Manale, I must point out that El Callejon seems to have undergone quite a makeover since I was last here a year and a half ago. Especially, the south side is starting to look a bit like the Vegas strip. Porton has a sign posted at the front desk that lists the room prices in 15-minute intervals. I'm tempted to go for the half hour at 200 pesos, but I've never had problems extending the sessions on the spot if necessary so I opt for the 15 minutes.
Manale is wearing a corset, which raises a flag. But she has a beautiful face and I can just tell she's not going to be disgusting upon removal of said corset. She mentions the money after she closes the door. I ask if I can pay afterward, to which she obliges. We undress and she has a very slightly sagging stomach, though not enough to kill the mood. I put some lube on my shaft before setting the condom. I think Jackie once mentioned that this simulates a more natural-feeling sensation, and he is spot on. Awesome tip, Jackie. My problem is that sometimes I take too long while wearing condoms and I have to pay for more time, so I was hoping this would resolve that. Manale seems to appreciate that I have my own lube, allowing her to save her own when I allow her to put my lube on the exterior of the condom.
She starts out with covered BJ, then cowgirl. She alternates between long, slow strokes and short, fast strokes in cowgirl. She's leaning forward and her hair covers her face, which is her major asset. So I tell her to lay down so I can see her beauty in missionary. She caresses my torso as I plow her, seemingly enjoying it at first but then she becomes slightly detached. I'm actually relieved, because when a girl is apparently enjoying it, I naturally try to make it last longer which may lead to the need to prolong the session at additional cost. So I just try to fully take in her beauty to facilitate completion of the task. I don't notice until we're in missionary, but Manale looks a little Thai, which is awesome because I was really hoping to find some Asian-looking girls on this trip. I've been reading the Thailand and Philippines forums, but that's just out of my budget after factoring in flight costs, plus the fact that I would have to stay longer in order to make the longer flight worthwhile.
Back to the action. The lube inside the Bareskin condom probably comes as close as one can get to feeling like raw sex, so I easily finish the job within the allotted 15 minutes. Manale caresses my torso while I press my shaft deep into her upon releasing my load. She smiles, exceedingly happy with the first-rate experience she knows she provided. We exchange brief small talk while getting dressed. She tells me she's from Puebla and is impressed that I know where that is. "You're familiar with Puebla?" A little. I've never been there but I know where it's located geographically. I give her 500 pesos, which includes 100 pesos in propina since she put in the effort to make it an enjoyable experience. Counting the room, the total damage comes out to 600 pesos or 35 dollars. Maybe expensive for 15 minutes with a street girl, but the quality of the experience vastly exceeded the quantity of minutes. Well worth every centavo.
Recalling AnonX69's recent post on Zacazonapan, I head that way recalling the strong scent of mota I used to notice emanating from the depths of their stairway many moons ago. I descend into the lovely fragrance and order a liter of Pacifico for 50 pesos. I wanted something smaller, but the waiter tells me they only serve liters. For 50 pesos, no big deal. I ask the waiter for some mota, and he pulls out half a pre-smoked joint, for which I give him another 50 pesos. He nods in appreciation. I haven't smoked in a year so concerning the quality, I wouldn't be the one to ask. Everything is dank to me at this point. Even when I smoked regularly, one hit would always suffice. So I'm puffing away at this resin-laden joint and after a few minutes, I'm more than good. I offer to give the remainder back to the waiter, but he insists I keep it. OK. I just set it in the ashtray, where it will remain so as to avoid problems with the police. I sip at my Pacifico, finishing probably less than half of it since I also haven't imbibed alcohol in over a year. I spend several minutes just sitting back and fully appreciating the jazzy soulfulness of the music. Perfect for a mota bar.
I eventually feel the need to head outside, and I start to order an Uber on Primera at Constitucion. Reception is not so great for me in these parts, so it's taking a few minutes. A girl walking in my direction stops about 8 feet from me and expresses her desire for sex. Her face is TV ugly, meaning not really ugly but kind of attractive and unattractive at the same time if that makes any sense. I tell her 'no mas leche' which she takes as a challenge. She offers an hour for 200 pesos and turns around to display her beauty of a booty (J-Lo edition). I ask her where and she points to a hotel about halfway toward the arch on the south side of Primera, 100 pesos for the room. The vision of her ass has me ready to go again, so I accept. I think this is supposedly the tranny corner but I think I'm pretty convinced this one is all girl. Famous last words, right? The deal seems too good to be true, but I am in an ultra-aware state and feel confident I will pick up on the first hint of shadiness.
We head into the hotel (I didn't get the name of the hotel nor of the girl) and she asks me for 50 pesos to give to the front desk. I told her she said the room is 100 pesos for an hour and I point to the sign at the front desk confirming such (50 pesos is for a half hour). I suppose a half hour would have sufficed, but things are starting to seem a little off considering the 200 pesos offer for a whole hour (too good to be true). This is my way of probing to test that feeling. I ask the front desk attendant to confirm what's on the sign and he confirms in unison with the chica. I want to confirm her price one more time and that it includes everything I want for an hour, to which she becomes a bit assertive in asking me to give her 100 pesos for the front desk. Spidey sense going off, I pause for a moment, look her in the eyes as if to let her know that I'm on to her, then turn around and hurry out. There seems to be ambiguity in the transaction that was about to occur, as far as who is paying whom. Never a good sign. I head back by Zacazonapan to call an Uber back to the base, deciding to call it a night. One session is enough for a Wednesday; maybe it's best I conserve my leche for later in the week / weekend when there should be more talent available.
A theme for day 1 that immediately presented itself at customs and re-appeared throughout is that my Spanish is rusty. I'm fumbling through my words and people constantly recognize this and, when able, switch to English over the course of my Wednesday experiences. I frequently find myself entrenched in English conversations throughout the day before I switch back to Spanish, telling people that I know the words are there. I just need to force myself to speak only Spanish if I am to re-acquaint myself with the language.
It's worth mentioning that Uber is a real blessing for us foreigners down here. No more dealing with shady cabbies trying to milk additional pricing from tourists. My three Uber rides costed no more than 33 pesos each, or less than 2 dollars per ride. Life is good.
Yup! The construction work starts early. Definitely not sleeping in. I also stayed on the six floor close ish to the back elevator and it was non stop from 6:30 am on.
[QUOTE=CaptainSolo;2056915]Stayed overnight in hotel Cascada Tuesday night July 4. Arturo at reception gave me a remodeled room on 6th floor, which was nice and clean. Went in and out of HK, partying with a few bros, taking 4 girls to the room by 2 AM.
The room was on the North side on Coahuila, across from bar Tropical. Cascada has tile floor which transmits all sound, shocks, vibrations. I really need to sleep, but all night guys and girls were talking loud, like shouting in the hall way. The damn free brass band on the street was playing some of the loudest and worst music straight until 6 AM. After 6 AM the construction crew started shouting, making noise. These people are just outright stupid and inconsiderate. No wonder the country and her people are mired in oppression, corruption, violence, poverty. I was thinking I would not survive being kept awake all night by these stupid people.
I got very tired and sleepy in the morning. Had the same noise problem, guests and cleaning crews shouting in hallways, last time, called reception to complain, but that did not help. I will email complaints to hotel management. Other bros, having similar problems, please contact hotel management and try to push them to improve. Will email management asking them to post signs "SILENCIO" in hallways and instruct their workers to keep quiet.[/QUOTE]
Had a quick question regarding getting a room at hotel Cascada above HK. Would it be possible to book one room for 3 guys and share the room amongst ourselves throughout the night? I understand only one of us will be able to use it a time but I was wondering if there would be any issues with the hotel.
Thanks.
Yeah you should be good. But just have one person check in and don't tell them. They may notice if you're bringing girls back to back, as the girls have to say the room they are going to sometimes.
[QUOTE=Daprofessa;2057104]Had a quick question regarding getting a room at hotel Cascada above HK. Would it be possible to book one room for 3 guys and share the room amongst ourselves throughout the night? I understand only one of us will be able to use it a time but I was wondering if there would be any issues with the hotel.
Thanks.[/QUOTE]
Hey guys,
I'm staying at Velario at the end of the month. Primera between Miguel Martinez and Constitucion. Wanted to use Credit card rewards. I plan on meeting SGs and maybe one HK girl. Am I in for trouble walking to the Coahuila alley via Primera? Any tips?
[QUOTE=Daprofessa;2057104]Had a quick question regarding getting a room at hotel Cascada above HK. Would it be possible to book one room for 3 guys and share the room amongst ourselves throughout the night? I understand only one of us will be able to use it a time but I was wondering if there would be any issues with the hotel.
Thanks.[/QUOTE]This is totally OK. And highly recommended. Just make sure you have enough towels etc. Before the room service guy leaves.
Velario is between Miguel Martinez and Niņos Heroes. At what hours were you planning on walking back and forth? The best tip I can give is to walk in the street facing traffic. It makes it easier to spot people trying to position themselves behind you.
[QUOTE=JCGreekGuy;2057306]Hey guys,
I'm staying at Velario at the end of the month. Primera between Miguel Martinez and Constitucion. Wanted to use Credit card rewards. I plan on meeting SGs and maybe one HK girl. Am I in for trouble walking to the Coahuila alley via Primera? Any tips?[/QUOTE]
Chapter 2: El Mariachi Pagada (No) Toca Bien.
It's Thursday morning and I'm struggling with a sore back, neck, and shoulders. So I finish up my Wednesday trip report and look up massage reviews on Yelp, deciding to make my way to Aztec Massage at Revo and Benito Juarez at around 1:30. Thirty dollars gets me an hour of high quality body work from Berta and I'm thinking that the bargains on massages here are just as good as the bargains on sex. Berta ever so slightly brushes against my shaft a few times and spends a few minutes on my lower abdomen, all of which elicit intermittently obvious erections but no happy ending. There is a sign posted on the massage room door that sexual services are not offered here. I shower onsite, give Berta a 10-dollar tip for making me feel so rejuvenated, and make the short walk to La Coahuila since Berta got my juices flowing.
It's around 3:00 and I find Carmen outside of Hotel Rapido. She's sexy, albeit with a lot of makeup. The sight of her has me erect so I take her to the room and she's quite indifferent. I don't finish the deed in the allotted time, so I decide not to extend the session; I'll save myself for tonight.
Back to the home base where I work for a few hours, eat a couple light meals, and eventually get ready for some action. I get to Hong Kong around 10:00 and a mesero quickly offers me a semicircular booth near the front. Upon seating me, he asks if I want a girl. I decline and tip him a dollar after he gives me several napkins. One girl takes a seat next to me, but I'm not super impressed. I smile and give her a polite nod. Another one, an absolute beauty, seats herself on the opposite end of the semicircle. I'm in the middle just admiring the view when the second girl, Gisele, asks me for a napkin to which I oblige.
She then asks if she can sit on me. Yes, of course. She's fair-skinned, about 5'4" with straight, upper-back length, jet-black hair, a beautiful face with gorgeous eyes, and a perfectly proportioned hourglass figure. I oblige her request to buy her a drink and she puts on an effective performance of grinding on my lap. Smart girl, she takes her time with her drink in order to seal the deal on the arriba. I offer 1000 pesos, she counters with 100 dollars, and we meet in the middle at 1400 pesos. A lengthy back-and-forth ensues regarding whether I pay before or after sex (she brought it up). At one point, she suggests I pay her and we have sex at the same time. I don't know how that would work, but it seems like it would be unnecessarily complicated. She eventually breaks, or so it would seem.
We go upstairs and undress, then she asks me to pay her. I tell her we already agreed on the order of operations. We go back and forth some more and I start to put my underwear on. She says ok no problem, then starts giving me CBJ. She's putting a lot of effort and passion into it, and I tell her I'm ready. She then wants me to pay her before I penetrate her nether regions, telling me she has two kids. I've been repeatedly telling her that she's got the police on her side if things go bad, but she's not having it. Considering the sincerity of the BJ, I oblige with the payment and proceed to a passionate romp. I guess that's how sex and payment at the same time works.
She's immediately moaning passionately, which I'm convinced is mostly theatrical. But I'm ok with that and in fact I actually appreciate it. A girl's passionate moaning goes a long way toward getting me off, even if it's somewhat noticeably an act. Her breasts are either the most perfect set of naturals I've ever encountered or she had the best surgical augmentation probably ever. I love me some see cups: the best of all cups in my opinion. Either way, I feel like I'm nailing a top-rate porn star. Que buena. Cowgirl, mish, perrito, then mish again; I finish the job, slam the rest of my Heineken, and wash up. She waits for me and accompanies me downstairs, hand-in-hand.
I have another drink with her then I send her on her way. A thick, athletic morena with synthetic buttocks and breasts with a butter-face quickly swoops down on me, wanting to go arriba for 80 dollars. I tell her "no mas leche" but she's persistent. I tip her a dollar to feel her butt and a dollar to feel her breasts. She stands with her ass so close to my face that I can't help touching it some more, and she clamps down on my hand when I put it between her thighs. I'm insistent on "no mas leche" and she eventually walks away. Good effort.
I walk around the club a couple times and I see this light-medium brown Chinese-looking spinner by the middle stairs that I've fancied all the way back to the first instalment of Long Don's Love Stories; I never got around to her because she always had an expression which suggests she doesn't like her job. Plus, she has the body type of a solid street girl, so probably not much value with her working on the Hong Kong price scale. I put a dollar in her bottom and she gives me a very pleasant grind for about 10 seconds, thanking me immediately thereafter. I'm really thinking I'll give her a go tomorrow. We'll see what happens.
But for now, I feel like some ganja, so I'm off to Zacazonapan. The waiter asks what I want, and I order a water. Before he gives it to me, I ask him where the mota is. He acts like he doesn't know, and I told him the waiter gave me half a smoked joint yesterday and that's all I want (not even that, just a couple puffs). He says he can't help me, telling me that people tend to bring their own weed here. I tell him that I'm just here to smoke, and if I can't do that then I don't even want the water and I'm leaving. He pulls out another half-smoked joint and hands it to me, for which I tip him 50 pesos. He tells me I can't smoke at the bar, which I did yesterday. This bartender's not so cool about it so the waiter tells me to go to the back of the club. I oblige and mellow out for a good 20 minutes to some Doors and mariachi. An eclectic jukebox, this place has. Last night was all soulful jazz. The waiter from yesterday eventually comes along and gives me another half-smoked joint. I'm already good, but he insists I keep it. I wrap it up in a napkin and put it in my backpack. Maybe this will come in handy sometime and hopefully the police don't find it. I just need to make sure to remain inconspicuous while I have this on me.
I leave for some more action, settling on Kimberly at Porton. She's a spinner with the face of a high school prom queen. For some reason, I oblige to her insistence that I pay up front. Big mistake. As mentioned previously in this forum, "El mariachi pagada no toca bien. " I got lucky with Gisele, not so much with Kimberly. I put the lube on my shaft prior to setting the condom, but she wipes it with the toilet paper, though not completely drying it. WTF? I eventually figure out her plan when she points to a piece of wetted toilet paper under the condom and she asks 'what's this?' acting like she saw a wart on the tip of my penis. I remove the condom and show her that it's just a piece of toilet paper. Along with other little finicky things here and there to stall, and before I know it, we get the dreaded knock on the door before I get a chance to penetrate. Ok, I'm done with you Kimberly. If I ever see any guys talking to you, I'm telling them "El mariachi pagada no toca bien. " Enjoy!
After a few more laps, I find Kristel in the alley behind Cascadas. She looks kind of light-skinned Chinese, maybe 5'6" with long, straight, black hair. Her body looks ok under her one-piece. Her abs are covered, but the material is thin enough that I can tell she's not flabby. I offer 300 pesos for todo sin ropa. We go upstairs, she undresses, lo and behold she has a really decent body, though a bit more booty wouldn't have upset me at all. She has the slightest, negligible indication in her midsection that she has given birth, but not even an issue at all. She corrects my pronunciation of her name: it's Kristel, not Kristal. OK, got it. As I so frequently do with street girls, I request an upgrade to include BJ for another 100 pesos. Her be cups are supple and firm and look amazing as she rides me in cowgirl. She's riding me like I'm her boyfriend and now I'm really upset that I'm leaving Sunday morning. This just might be an ATF. After going quite forcefully in cowgirl, she suddenly stops with a big smile appearing on her face, tilting her head back with closed eyes and asks what's next. I guess maybe I got her off, it seems? We switch to perrito, then mish. As I admire her face in mish, she reminds me of this half-white, half-Mexican girl I had a crush on going all the way back to 6th grade. So I imagine this is her.
Sarah always rebuked my attempts at winning her over, and by senior year of high school she finally started showing an interest in me. Constantly brushing up on me in gym class me while we chit-chat running side-by-side and asking me what I'm doing this weekend, I was too stoned to get the hint that she was interested. OK, I can pretend this is Sarah for the moment and finally have my redemption. So while plowing her in mish, I imagine Kristel is Sarah and I'm in high school again living in an alternate reality. I finish the job in mish, in reaction to which she smiles and lets out a little laugh. I give her 500 pesos, which includes a 100-peso propina for a job well done. I ask her if she's working tomorrow, to which she responds in the affirmative; I'll be looking forward to a repeat session.
Thanks. I can take a taxi from HK after dark if I need to. What time do you recommend I start cabbing it?
[QUOTE=Reinaldo;2057459]Velario is between Miguel Martinez and Nios Heroes. At what hours were you planning on walking back and forth? The best tip I can give is to walk in the street facing traffic. It makes it easier to spot people trying to position themselves behind you.[/QUOTE]
Did not know this, thanks.
[QUOTE=MSClive;2057313]This is totally OK. And highly recommended. Just make sure you have enough towels etc. Before the room service guy leaves.[/QUOTE]