General Reports

[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]I feel your pain, I spent this past Sunday and Monday night in Cascadas, I think room 635, right next to the elevator and the room they keep the cleaning carts, and damn at 7:45 am Tuesday morning July 4th the hotel cleaning guys start yacking on the walkie-talkies and speaking so damn loud that I yelled from my room to shut the fu*k up, well they continued then finally went south down the hall.

Also noticed in my room 635, next to the elevator, that it must house the elevator equipment, so you will hear all night the elevator hydraulic pumps turning and grinding away.

A shame as the room was done up very nice. The new AC works solid and quietly. Mexicans don't have the mental capacity to understand how to be civil and considerate, maybe they do but they want to get back at us gringo's for being able to fu*k all their 20 yo Mexican spussi*s, hehehehehe.

TTM.

TTM.

Chapter 3: Hat Trick.

Friday started with breakfast at Casa de la Esquina in Zona Este (review provided in the food section) followed by a brisk walk to Plaza Rio, the outdoor shopping mall where prices are pretty much on par with American shopping (no bueno). As I approach Plaza Rio, I stop at a cambio and find a real cutie working the booth. She smiles at me as I tell her to have a good day. I take a few steps away, look back, and notice she's still smiling at me. As I wander through Plaza Rio, I contemplate returning to the cambio to work some of the Long Don charm. However, I decide that my time will be better spent in La Coahuila with dozens of females at certain disposal to serve my sexual desires. Sure beats spending the evening trying to wine and dine this one with no certainty of scoring, a departure flight in two days rendering the idea of relationship-building a lost cause.

I spent my breakfast trying to find a gym to go to, eventually settling on Sports World. But after two days of lady action and a substantial amount of walking today, my body eventually tells me my time will be better spent resting. So I go back to the monger base and get in a really good few hours of siesta. Then it's back to the Zona Norte after smoking some of the joint I have left over from Zacazonapan last night.

I start off at Hong Kong around 10:00 with a Red Bull and scope the scene. I see Gisele from last night working her lap magic on another customer. She smiles and waves at me; I return the smile with a thumb up. I eventually take a seat at the main stage where after a few minutes, I spy with my little eye a morena spinner cutie walking by. She notices me noticing her and comes up behind me to briefly massage my shoulders, transitioning into draping her arms around me from behind and closing in for a near-kiss. She wants me to take her upstairs. I pause for a moment and before I can reach a decision, a mesero takes her to another customer. Turning around to the stage, I'm not really impressed by the second dancer. She looks mean. I survey the landscape some more, and once I get the juices flowing, I head into the alley.

I don't see Big Booty Brisa (from the 2015-16 Long Don season) nor my new flame Manale working at Porton. But I find a tall, delightfully curvaceous morena that looks like a possible upgrade from Brisa. She wants 500 pesos for the usual 300 pesos deal and I don't know what's hiding underneath the corset. Interesting, there was another girl working behind Cascadas on Thursday who looks like a cross between Denise Richards and Jessica Alba who was also quoting 500 pesos. She was wearing a pink slip both days. Does anyone recognize this description and can provide a review? I don't blame her for her pricing, considering the aforementioned description and she might be well worth it. But something about the body language in both cases told me not to risk it.

I give a few moments of solid consideration to this girl at Porton before I remember Kristel at Cascadas. My first thoughts after my cita with Kristel last night were that she is definitely a repeat, so I excuse myself from the current negotiation and yes, Kristel is available. I approach her and she smiles. "Let's go. ".

Up in the room she asks if I want the same service as yesterday, which I affirm. One thing I forgot to mention in my Thursday report is that Kristel gives a great CBJ. This session is pretty much identical to yesterday, except we finish with time to spare. I'm not sure if I finished earlier today or the room service was late with the knock. Also, I've moved on from my high school crush and Kristel is Kristel, not Sarah. Kristel notices that I performed "mucho ejerciso" to which I agree. She tells me to relax and motions for me to lay next to her, where we spend the next five minutes or so alternating between small talk and resting silence. I eventually get up to wash myself, get dressed, and pay her the 500 pesos for her exceptional service. I again grant her request of a kiss on the cheek before we part ways. I take a bit longer to get situated after she goes back to work. When I leave, I walk past her and give her a slight kissing gesture from afar, which she reciprocates with a pursed-lip kiss from afar and a smile. Ahh, what a girl!

Back in Hong Kong, the dancers on the main stage are really smoking now. There are no seats available so I stand in the open space next to where the dancers enter and exit the stage. Feeling a tap on the arm, I turn around and it's Dariana / Nancy from the 2015-16 Long Don season, who gives me her signature long, tight embrace before we go to Miami Room for a drink. She was my most regular girl during my half a year of escapades in Tijuana while living in San Diego County and we have some catching up to do, if you get my drift. I express my content that she remembers me, and she does the same. "You remember me, right?" she asks. "Yes, of course. Dariana. " She shakes her head no. I correct myself. "No, excuse me. Nancy. ".

She proceeds to list out all the names she's used here since I left a year and a half ago: Andrea, Grecia, Kareny, and currently Andressa (the last of which serving as a cognate of the fact that I will soon undress her). She looks different now. She's wearing more makeup than before and I'm wondering if she's aged poorly in the past year and a half. She always came across as living a healthy lifestyle, spending a lot of time in the gym and expressing a sentiment that borders on disdain and concern for all her colleagues who do drugs. She says she went home to Monterrey for a year, starting a few weeks after our final rendezvous of February 2016, where she just spent time with her family. Not able to figure out why she's wearing so much more makeup when she was already so attractive before, I decide it's probably better not to ask.

She asks me if she is thinner now than she was before. I tell her she's perfect now, like before. Ding ding ding! Correct answer, Long Don! An affectionate hug is promptly followed by a lap dance that is considerably improved over the old Nancy. This feels like a good session coming up. The mesero takes away her drink and asks me if I want to get her another one, which is my cue to decline and take her upstairs.

We enter the room and she says, "Just like before." Yes, just like before. We undress, and her CBJ is better than I remember. I manually get her lubricated, her juices flowing almost as soon as I touch her nether regions. Cowgirl is followed by perrito is followed by mish. Her audio track sounds somewhere between theatrical and sincere, perhaps a mix of both. As mentioned previously, this is of no concern for me and I love to hear a woman moan regardless of the sincerity associated therewith. I eventually finish, but not before wondering if her moans are starting to hint at an indication of pain from a lengthy session.

Again, we have plenty of time left over to relax, though it felt like a long session. She browses the web on her phone, expressing discontent that the dietary supplement that she uses in conjunction with her workout routine is not available to her knowledge in Tijuana. She says it makes her thicker in the thighs and butt and thinner in the waist. That's why she asked if I notice a change in her proportions. I tell her she's fine how she is (true, though I wouldn't mind such modifications at all). I ask her if she's hurting. She says no and that she wants a husband who can screw her like I screw her, but she has not had success in finding such. Ok, nice to hear, but I don't want to dive any deeper into where that discussion might lead. We shower separately, get dressed, and head downstairs hand-in-hand. As she enters into Hong Kong, I tell her that I'm going back to my temporary lodging to sleep. Not entirely a lie since I will eventually go back, we bid each other farewell.

I still have enough money in my pocket for two more street girl sessions or one more bar girl session (but not at Hong Kong). Considering I've already had two sessions going on three, I decide one more session with a sexy bar girl would be just the cherry on top of an excellent evening of mongering. Let's check out Chicago. There's about 15-20 girls working, and almost half of them are looking pretty good. Nothing that really gets me going, so I just make a round and head out to Adelita. Maybe I'll come back to Chicago tomorrow.

The girls are on point at Adelita tonight, on par with Hong Kong. Just what I was hoping for. I have just enough in my pocket for an Adelita session if I can take her upstairs without a ficha first. I see what would have been my first choice and she caresses my arm as I walk past. But I errantly decide to check out the back and when I return, she's gone. Considering the two sessions I've had in the past couple hours or so, and the fact that I just finished one of them about a half hour ago, I'm going to need a bubble butt and some synthetic boobies to feel comfortable that the next one will get me off again so soon. That's just how I'm neurologically wired I guess. I come more quickly with extreme proportions (to a limit, of course). Noticing quite a few choices that fit such preference, I walk past each one to gauge their reactions to my presence. I stand a few feet from my next choice and gaze upon her beauty for several moments. She doesn't acknowledge my presence so I move on to Marvella. She says Hi, caresses my shoulder, moves in close and asks me where I'm going. "Arriba. Do you want to come with me?" Yes, she does. She accepts the standard Adelita offer of 1000 pesos.

Marvella has a face with sharp features that I find attractive, though others may not. She's fair-skinned with medium-dark brown hair. She has a flat abs, a big bubble butt, and double D synthetic breasts. This is exactly what I need right now. With two pops under my belt and my current funds physically on hand allowing just enough for an Adelita session, this is just what I was hoping for as I entered the club: an overly stimulating session to get that third pop off.

Upstairs, Marvella expresses a slight displeasure with my preference for Trojan condoms (Bareskin for the win). She doesn't like the way they taste. She quickly reconciles the problem by offering to use the provided condom for BJ, then switching to the Bareskin for the real deal. She's good with the BJ. Then she gets on top and the exaggerated moaning is making my day. She has the tightest pussy of anyone I've ever experienced in La Coahuila, no doubt. I've hit the jackpot today. Perrito is followed by mish, and she seductively licks her lips throughout the session, which turns me on even more. As I lay directly on top of her, she says not to crush her breasts. They do feel like they are about to explode, jajaja. So I oblige (as if I have a choice). That's ok, because this allows me to continue admiring her features. I suspect she's really enjoying the session, though I still think the moaning is exaggerated. Again, I consider this a good thing. Third pop arrives, followed by a shower and an exchange of funds. She rushes back to work as I take my time getting myself situated. Back downstairs and I return to the base for one more night in Independencia before checking out of the Airbnb home at noon.

Interesting logistical note for the next chapter: where am I going to keep all my luggage while I monger on Saturday? My Sunday morning flight departs at 7:15 and I have a hostel room near the airport for whatever few hours of sleep I'll get before then. I do not want to risk crossing the border after 2:00 AM for fear of long lines, so this was a necessity. Hoping to find a cheap room maybe in Coahuila alley to store my belongings for the day. To be continued.

I emailed hotel Cascada complaining about the noise and suggested posting SILENCIO signs in all hallways, but there is no response.

We pay Cascada for a room to have sex with the chicas, rest and sleep, not to put up with loud, rude, unwanted brass band music all night or loud talking and shouting in the hallway by guests and hotel workers at all hours of day and night.

The bros should email complaints and suggestions to Cascada so we can all have good relaxing times in the hotel.

The guys who work reception regularly are Arturo, Angel, Javier, Miguel. The old hotel manager sits in an office behind the North Reception. Ask to speak to him.

[QUOTE=TheTallMan;2057516]I feel your pain, I spent this past Sunday and Monday night in Cascadas, I think room 635, right next to the elevator and the room they keep the cleaning carts, and damn at 7:45 am Tuesday morning July 4th the hotel cleaning guys start yacking on the walkie-talkies and speaking so damn loud that I yelled from my room to shut the fu*k up, well they continued then finally went south down the hall.

A shame as the room was done up very nice. The new AC works solid and quietly. Mexicans don't have the mental capacity to understand how to be civil and considerate, maybe they do but they want to get back at us gringo's for being able to fu*k all their 20 yo Mexican spussi*s, hehehehehe.

TTM.

TTM.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=JCGreekGuy;2057476]Thanks. I can take a taxi from HK after dark if I need to. What time do you recommend I start cabbing it?[/QUOTE]The hotel is literally 1 block away. Don't let the cabies fool you. Its a 2 min walk when you exit the back of HK.

So I'm headed uphill and about to enter Mexico, but there were about 7-8 US agents and one silly looking dog blocking the way. Something triggered the dog to alert the agents; WTF? One agent pulled me aside and asked how much money I was bringing into Mexico. I told him about 3000 pesos and showed him the money. Then I showed him the wads of one dollar bills which I use when groping the chicas in the clubs. He asked how many there was and I told him about 35 to 40. He said that was what triggered the dog.

I get across the border and there are no taxis in sight; WTF? Just a butt-load of police vehicles! I cross the road, as the chicken, and went looking for a taxi. After walking a bit, I saw a line of Libres. I jumped in one and we had to take a different route to get to my new favorite bridge.

I finally make it to my favorite taco stand in Mexico and I walk up to the dude slicing the el pastor and told him I wanted one taco. He said that I needed a ticket and had to pay first; WTF? I guess there were really scumbags walking away without paying. Just like a fucking terrorist, one fucker has a bomb in his shoes, so now everyone has to take off their shoes at the airport!

Chris Long was in town, so we met up at HK. HK was clicking on all cylinders. Chicas, shows, etc. Later, we stopped in BG, AB, and BT. BT has some decent talent in the place lately. Around 9, we stopped in CC. I counted at least 25 chicas. Some of them were hotties, some not. It wasn't long before Chris grabbed a hottie and went to the hotel. I lost him, kind of like when I lose Haus when he is making his quick laps.

I was about to call it a night, but we ran into Freddy on the street, a x-mesero from HK, and he was out trying to promote Titanic. So, we said, oh what the hell, and we went to check the place out. It is right before Bar New York. Seemed like a nice place and there were about 10 girls working, including the meseras. To take the girls out of the bar, you have to buy 6 fichas, and then negotiated the price with the girl. But, you get a voucher (or letter from mom) for a free S / T room at the Rizo. The girls were cute; that's about it.

I headed back to PedEast around 10, no line whatsoever. Talked to a couple of the agents about the rumor of PedEast closing. I was informed they are not going anywhere any time soon. I was told, at least a year, maybe two years.

Just my two pinche pesos as always.

[QUOTE=Tomjackin;2058375]Talked to a couple of the agents about the rumor of PedEast closing. I was informed they are not going anywhere any time soon. I was told, at least a year, maybe two years.
[/QUOTE]Whoopeee! Something to look forward to. A long walk from Pedwest to the trolley with luggage, or a tight fit in a bus which will add another 15 minutes to the trip.

What will they think of next?

[QUOTE=Artisttyp;2058379]Whoopeee! Something to look forward to. A long walk from Pedwest to the trolley with luggage, or a tight fit in a bus which will add another 15 minutes to the trip.

What will they think of next?[/QUOTE]When they do close that building, that means the NEW building will be up and running.

Sorry, forgot to post that tidbit of information.

[QUOTE=Tomjackin;2058413]When they do close that building, that means the NEW building will be up and running.

Sorry, forgot to post that tidbit of information.[/QUOTE]That makes me feel MUCH better.

Thanks.

Hey guys,

I was looking for a legitimate massage place do any of you have any suggestions that I should look for tomorrow? Also with the Yellow Cab situation is it just straight Uber from now on down there?

[QUOTE=EBoardbuilder;2058511]Hey guys,

I was looking for a legitimate massage place do any of you have any suggestions that I should look for tomorrow? Also with the Yellow Cab situation is it just straight Uber from now on down there?[/QUOTE]No there are still taxi's when you get to the end of the walkway. Cross the street past all the police vehicles to your right you will see a line of taxi's.

As far as massage I would recommend Kalinca. While it may not be totally legit it does not fall into the Mermaids category. You should be able to get a decent massage there with the posibility of a happy ending if that's the route you want to go. Pretty reasonable if I remember correctly it is about $25 for an hour. It is located on Constitution just south of Primera, up the stairs on the east side of the street.

[QUOTE=EBoardbuilder;2058511]Hey guys,

I was looking for a legitimate massage place do any of you have any suggestions that I should look for tomorrow? [/QUOTE]AZTEC or AZTECA has been upstairs on 2nd a few feet W. Of Revolucion for decades. Enter off 2nd look for the sign way high from that corner there is also a pool hall on the Revo side same bldg. In addition there are 2 other MP's in the next block or 2 South on Revolucion 1 on each side, just keep your eyes peeled. Also one on Constitucion between 1st & 2nd or maybe 2nd & 3rd East side. All very close easy walks between if you care to venture in get the rates, card, etc.

Chapter 4: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow.

Checkout time for my Airbnb in Independencia is 12 noon Saturday. Side note: I was lodging a five-minute walk from New Body, but based on the few reviews I could find on the place I decided to pass on it. I pack up my things and Uber to the ZN, not knowing where I'm going to keep my luggage while I monger. But I know I'll figure it out; I always do.

I'm out of cash and my first priority is finding an ATM. I quickly realize that not any ATM will do, as the two next to Adelita are charging 20 dollars or 25 dollars for a withdrawal depending on whether I use the pesos or dollars machine. F* that. I go across the street to the ATM next to the Adelita store, and it's the same deal. WTF. I see a thin cutie with a thick bootie walk by while I finish my futile attempt at withdrawing cash. I watch her as she walks away, hoping she's headed to work at an establishment of selling physical pleasure where I can conduct business with her. Lo and behold she walks into Hotel Jalos, the partner hotel of Club Chicago. I know where I'll be going soon. But first I need cash.

I cross back over and while passing Bar Gloria, a couple gentlemen bid me to check it out. I explain to them my predicament and one of the bosses tells me I can rent a room at Hotel Garcia and they can charge it to my credit card. OK, that will at least allow me to put my luggage down while I find an ATM. We go upstairs and discover there are no vacancies. The manager takes me to Hotel Jalos and they try to charge my room to my credit card and again, no dice. The credit card reader is not working. Turns out Bar Gloria and Chicago Club are supposedly under the same ownership. The Gloria manager convinces the receptionist to give me the key to a room, leave my belongings in said room, and go to an ATM to get the cash to pay for it, which is only 25 dollars per night. This is excellent, since now I'm hoping to find the cutie I saw earlier that might be working at Chicago Club, and I can take her up for no room fee.

Turns out they have an ATM in Gloria that charges only the basic fee of around 100 pesos. WTF again, why didn't you just tell me that in the first place? Gloria manager tells me that he gave the Jalos receptionist his word that I'll pay for the room, so just wanted to let me know that I'll be making him look bad if I back out on the deal. Could have been a subtle threat too, but he didn't make it seem like one. I get the cash from the ATM and go back to pay for my room. I have pesos though, so it turns out to be 440 pesos for the room and 50 pesos deposit for the key (the old-fashioned kind, not a key card).

Hotel Jalos is still in the middle of what looks like is going to be a lengthy construction, but it's appearing to be the beginning of a delightful place. The room has a full-size bed along with three storage dressers and a full bathroom. However, there is currently no air conditioning and I'll end up taking four showers over the course of my approximately 12 hours stay there.

After getting the deal settled, I go back up to the room to rest for about an hour before I get the itch for some action. I go patrol the alley and around 3:00 I select Angeles at the hotel just west of Hotel Ibiza (never got the name of the hotel). She has big boobies, a thin midsection that is exposed, and I small but round butt. Standard 400 pesos for full services, she demands payment up front and after a few minutes of negotiating, I call the deal off. She tells me I won't get my money back for the room and I say that's fine. She says she's not a bad girl like the others whom I tell her are the reasons I prefer to pay afterward. I'm not hearing it. As we head out, she tells me I'm forgetting my backpack. I grab it and thank her, and she reminds me again she's not a bad girl. She's convinced me. I change my mind and decide to see how bad she really is. I give her the cash up front and we go at it. Decent CBJ, cowgirl, then mish. She has young, firm the cups. Very nice, natural boobies. I finish in mish and she tells me I've only used two of the three positions I negotiated with her. I skipped doggie because I'm afraid we'the taken up enough time in the negotiations.

Back to the hotel for some rest, then back out for another street girl. And the winner is. Yvonne at Hotel Garcia. She looks like a girl I knew in college that I never got to be with (similar tone to Chapter 2 / Thursday with Kristel). She is the spinner-est of spinners, about as thin as my tastes will allow. She has a tiny but round butt and the sight of her just gets the juices flowing. I stand next to her for a few minutes while an old lady is showing her different strips of fabric she appears to be interested in selecting from to make a purchase. She eventually finishes talking to the lady and turns toward me and we strike the deal to head upstairs. As I undress, she caresses my arms and torso. Feels like the beginning of a good session. CBJ, cowgirl, perrito, and mish. Standard Long Don session. She's friendly with a good attitude.

Back again to my room to rest, then I decide to go search for some food. I opt for some oysters and mussels at La Perla de la Mer next to the arch (review posted in Food section). After dinner, I walk off all the full feeling in my stomach with a journey down La Revo and back. Then it's on to Chicago Club where I hope to find the cutie I saw walking earlier. No luck, but a really sexy, curvaceous, fair-skinned, dark-haired chica with synthetic dee cups just got done dancing on stage along with five other girls. I introduce myself to Carolina, who asks me to buy her a drink. Feeling lucky and not in the mood to go to an ATM again, I invite her straight upstairs. She, along with the meseros, tells me I'll have to buy her a drink when I come back down. I tell them I don't have the cash for that and they say I can put it on the card. OK, fine. I offer 800 pesos for her services, and she says no without making a counter offer. I offer 1000 pesos which she accepts.

Up in the room, we get naked and Carolina stands there looking at me, as if waiting for me to make things romantic. I place my hands on her head just above her ears and move in for the kiss. LFK bordering on DFK. She tugs on junior a little, then I pull her onto the bed. She lays directly on top of me, our genitals touching. She asks if I want her to put on the condom and I instinctively say yes, almost instantly regretting what may have been BBFS if I said no. Why would she ask? In retrospect, probably the better answer.

On to the deed, where she's good at providing the audio stimulation. When we get to mish, it eventually feels like she's trying to escape from under me. I exert my strength over her and hold her in place while I continue to plow her. I continue to feel the force of what feels like an attempted escape, and I continue to tighten my grip on her, holding her in place. She seems to like this, and so do I. It feels like we're both enacting some sort of a sexual assault fantasy. I like this Carolina and would be interested in another session with her if I wasn't approaching my final hours of the trip.

After we finish, we both shower separately and head down to the bar hand-in-hand. After walking her back into the club, the mesero tells me I can open a tab with my card, but there is a 40-dollar surcharge. Jajajajaja, yeah right. I'll go to the ATM and I'll be right back. They send a mesero to follow me to make sure I return.

I go to the ATM at Gloria, and a morena cutie starts flirting with me as I conduct my withdrawal. She asks why I'm so serious and I let her know I'm trying to withdraw some cash from the machine here. I finish up and she starts sticking her tongue down my throat, asking me to come into the bar for just five minutes. I tell her I owe someone some money that I have to go pay now, and she keeps begging me and sticking her tongue down my throat some more. I tell her I'll come back and she asks for my phone number. I give it to her, then start freaking out when she starts to call, acting like I just got caught up giving her a fake phone number. It's a joke and she seems slightly amused by it. She tells me to text her when I get back and she'll sneak out the bar to come with me to my room.

Back to Chicago Club, Carolina is dancing on stage and making quite a few bucks from doing so. She's definitely the hottest girl in Chicago Club, but there are plenty other worthwhile options available as well. I have a feeling this place is going to be competitive once the hotel construction is completed and it slowly continues to build up its reputation. A couple girls come up to me, asking to buy them some drinks while Carolina is dancing. I tell them I'm waiting for my friend and they politely let me be. Carolina finishes her dance. Still topless, she comes and sits next me. She starts to put her top back on and I tell her to leave it off. She's been talking about how hot it is (mucho calor) from the moment I met her. She agrees with my point and remains topless. I press my cold water bottle against different parts of her flesh, not the least of which happens to be her cleavage where she holds the bottle in place for an impressive amount of time. My God, that rack is something to behold. After one drink, I let her go to see what kind of deal I have waiting for me with Alicia at Bar Gloria.

I text her when I'm at the Gloria corner and I stand away from the entrance, hoping to facilitate the ease of her departure. She doesn't get very far before being noticed, so she comes to me to bring me into the bar. Sure, I'll buy her a drink and see where this goes. While sitting with her during the ficha, I talk to a mesero and I guess I have to buy a bucket of beers to take her out of the bar. I'm a very light drinker so not happening. Alicia calls bullshit after the mesero leaves. I only have 600 pesos for her but that's not going to cut it. So I decline the second ficha and head out.

Back to my room for more rest, then I head to the alley. I see Joanna, one of my favorites from the Long Don 2015-16 season. I know some of the guys know who she is; she's received some positive reviews on these forums. We get into the room and I tell her, "I believe you don't remember me. " She says she does, but what else would she say in that scenario? I do have some distinguishing characteristics (shaved head and long beard) that I mention she probably doesn't see around here too often, which she confirms. As always, she puts in the effort to make sure I get off. The knock comes before I finish. I tell her I'm almost done and she allows me the extra two minutes it takes to finish the job. As I exit the alley, I see Cristel and immediately regret that I didn't choose her for my last session. It was starting to feel like love. Oh well, all the more reason to come back, I guess.

I go back to Jalos, shower up, and gather my belongings to take a cab to the border. The cabbie drops me off at Ped West, and the walk just never seems to end. Geez! I don't ever recall any of this Ped East, Ped West nonsense when I used to live here, but maybe that was just my own ignorance. Note to self: always ask to get dropped off at Ped East.

After crossing the border, I take an Uber to a hostel in which I've reserved a room for the two or three hours of sleep I knew I would be getting (at most) before I catch my 7:15 AM flight back to Chicago.

So once again, the final chapter of another series of Long Don's Adventures in Tijuana has been written. Thank you to all the vets that provided me helpful insights when I was a newbie, and who continue to do so now that I have a little experience under my belt jajaja. Here's to hoping my return from this adventure will be quicker than it was from the previous adventures.

A hectic and sexy vacation most guys can only dream of.

When guys in the US learn of this exploit, lots of them will head to Tijuana for the sexiest time of their lives.

[QUOTE=LongDonSilva;2058851]Chapter 4: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow.

Back to the hotel for some rest, then back out for another street girl. And the winner is. Yvonne at Hotel Garcia. She looks like a girl I knew in college that I never got to be with (similar tone to Chapter 2 / Thursday with Kristel). She is the spinner-est of spinners, about as thin as my tastes will allow. She has a tiny but round butt and the sight of her just gets the juices flowing. I stand next to her for a few minutes while an old lady is showing her different strips of fabric she appears to be interested in selecting from to make a purchase. She eventually finishes talking to the lady and turns toward me and we strike the deal to head upstairs. As I undress, she caresses my arms and torso. Feels like the beginning of a good session. CBJ, cowgirl, perrito, and mish. Standard Long Don session. She's friendly with a good attitude.

Back again to my room to rest, then I decide to go search for some food. I opt for some oysters and mussels at La Perla de la Mer next to the arch (review posted in Food section). After dinner, I walk off all the full feeling in my stomach with a journey down La Revo and back. Then it's on to Chicago Club where I hope to find the cutie I saw walking earlier. .[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=LongDonSilva;2058851]Chapter 4: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow.

Checkout time for my Airbnb in Independencia is 12 noon Saturday. Side note: I was lodging a five-minute walk from New Body, but based on the few reviews I could find on the place I decided to pass on it. I pack up my things and Uber to the ZN, not knowing where I'm going to keep my luggage while I monger. But I know I'll figure it out; I always do.

I'm out of cash and my first priority is finding an ATM. I quickly realize that not any ATM will do, as the two next to Adelita are charging 20 dollars or 25 dollars for a withdrawal depending on whether I use the pesos or dollars machine. F* that. I go across the street to the ATM next to the Adelita store, and it's the same deal. WTF. I see a thin cutie with a thick bootie walk by while I finish my futile attempt at withdrawing cash. I watch her as she walks away, hoping she's headed to work at an establishment of selling physical pleasure where I can conduct business with her. Lo and behold she walks into Hotel Jalos, the partner hotel of Club Chicago. I know where I'll be going soon. But first I need cash.

I cross back over and while passing Bar Gloria, a couple gentlemen bid me to check it out. I explain to them my predicament and one of the bosses tells me I can rent a room at Hotel Garcia and they can charge it to my credit card. OK, that will at least allow me to put my luggage down while I find an ATM. We go upstairs and discover there are no vacancies. The manager takes me to Hotel Jalos and they try to charge my room to my credit card and again, no dice. The credit card reader is not working. Turns out Bar Gloria and Chicago Club are supposedly under the same ownership. The Gloria manager convinces the receptionist to give me the key to a room, leave my belongings in said room, and go to an ATM to get the cash to pay for it, which is only 25 dollars per night. This is excellent, since now I'm hoping to find the cutie I saw earlier that might be working at Chicago Club, and I can take her up for no room fee..[/QUOTE]Thanks for the report Long Don.

In Tijuana I always prefer using the ATMs located in the grocery stores. Better ATM environment vs. Inside the bars. There's a Calimax at Constitution and 2nd with an ATM near the front of the store. My preference in the ATM in the Soriana grocery store on Revo between 2nd and 3rd. The fees at the Soriana ATM is 33.72 pesos (around $1.90).

[QUOTE=LongDonSilva;2058851]Chapter 4: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow.

Checkout time for my Airbnb in Independencia is 12 noon Saturday. Side note: I was lodging a five-minute walk from New Body, but based on the few reviews I could find on the place I decided to pass on it. I pack up my things and Uber to the ZN, not knowing where I'm going to keep my luggage while I monger. But I know I'll figure it out; I always do.

I'm out of cash and my first priority is finding an ATM. I quickly realize that not any ATM will do, as the two next to Adelita are charging 20 dollars or 25 dollars for a withdrawal depending on whether I use the pesos or dollars machine. F* that. I go across the street to the ATM next to the Adelita store, and it's the same deal. WTF. I see a thin cutie with a thick bootie walk by while I finish my futile attempt at withdrawing cash. I watch her as she walks away, hoping she's headed to work at an establishment of selling physical pleasure where I can conduct business with her. Lo and behold she walks into Hotel Jalos, the partner hotel of Club Chicago. I know where I'll be going soon. But first I need cash.

I cross

I go to the ATM at Gloria, and a morena cutie starts flirting with me as I conduct my withdrawal. She asks why I'm so serious and I let her know I'm trying to withdraw some cash from the machine here. I finish up and she starts sticking her tongue down my throat, asking me to come into the bar for just five minutes. I tell her I owe someone some money that I have to go pay now, and she keeps begging me and sticking her tongue down my throat some more. I tell her I'll come back and she asks for my phone number. I give it to her, then start freaking out when she starts to call, acting like I just got caught up giving her a fake phone number. It's a joke and she seems slightly amused by it. She tells me to text her when I get back and she'll sneak out the bar to come with me to my room..[/QUOTE]Thanks again Long Don! I love reading your post! I feel inspired!