Arrived from PTY with no hassles. The President's Club at Tucomen is hidden quite well - it's near Gate 20.
Got to the apartment 30 minutes after touching down - 10 minutes for passport control, 10 minutes to get my luggage, have it X-Rated and have the guy open it up & do a cursory look-feel, then 10 minutes to town. Checked in with the front desk guy, again no issues.
But that's where things went downhill for awhile. Have the key, go to the elevator & push "8". Nothing happens. Then I push the open button. Nothing happens. Three or four minutes later - thinking one of my keys must be used to activate the elevator controls & I give up & pick up the phone. It's damned hot in there & I'd hate for them to find my corpse the next time somebody checks in. Gotta push "9". Makes sense, huh? Go to 9 & drag my luggage down to 8. There's two obvious locks on the door. It's still quite caliente. Neither key works. The landing isn't the best lit place in the world. I think I'm going to have to go back downstairs, then I see a third keyhole below the handle. Voila! I'm in.
Hotter inside than out. Find the two A/C units & get 'em cranked up. Check the fridge & it's warm. Find the switch (inside) & get it cranked up. Still hotter'n hell. No way to figure out the electronic safe. Get unpacked & head to a mercado to stock up on simple things. Three hours later the rooms are bearable but if you go outside it'll take you 30 minutes once you get into the apartment to quit sweating. No remote for the TV. Only two flat pillows, a sheet & two flatter towels. I'm beginning to doubt the wisdom of my decision of staying in an apartment.
7:30 or so & Juan shows up. Yes, he's a genuinely nice guy, quite fluent in english. Teaches me how to use the safe. Gets me two more towels & two more pillows, offers advice on dinner & the area & gives me his cell number & his home number. Calling his cell from the apartment is long distance; calling his home & leaving a message is not. Go figure. And he finds the remote that works in the living room (the bedroom remote is DOA).
Anyway....turns out LDV is a five minute walk from the apartment (Playa Mar #802).
Make a couple more trips outside to the shop & pharmacy (two doors down towards the Hilton). Obvious SWs outside. The "pssssts" start to sound like Tijuana's alley. A few touts offered chicas. And on an aggravating side, had two phone calls to the room offering the same.
'Bout 9:30 I head to the casino next door to LDV. The most uncomfortable chairs for playing blackjack I've ever seen in my entire life. Cute little gal sits next to me a few times & promtly loses her money.
10 & I go next door. It's relatively quiet but certainly adequate. 8 - 10 girls there with more arriving every minute. Who do I see but the gal that was playing BJ. She comes over and we grab-ass a little. Her english is much better than my spanish. We disagree on the value of her company but finally settle on a number that's higher than recommended on this board. Maybe it's the cost of doing business in a non-native tongue. Or maybe I'm just not hard-ass enough.
Head back to the apartment. She's 29. Far from being a stunner but I guess what attracted me most was her smile & laugh and the fact we could communciate in english a bit. I bought a brand-new bottle of Colombian aguardiente just in case. Nothing for her. Performance couldn't have been better. A little DATY and she comes rather quickly. The signs are obvious. A few minutes later and round two DATY end with the same results. My turn. She shows great attention with one of the best bbbjs in my feeble recollection. Then she moves where I can play with her ass, then finally to 69 with a wonderful CIM. Overall an excellent experience. Maria Claudia gives me her number but I'm torn with finding the elusive cheaper/better tonight or going back with a sure thing.
I'll post a few photos later.
/Dan D.
