Lima

I have allot of experience in Panama and Colombia but unfortunately not Peru. I am heading to Lima in May and would appreciate some specific information regarding a couple of issues.

I would like to have a cell phone while in Lima, and was wondering if you can simply rent one, with local minutes included, at a reasonable price? Would it be more advisable to bring your own phone and buy minutes when you arrive?

I was also considering getting some suites made while I was there. Can anyone recommend a tailor?

Lastly can anyone recommend the services of an English speaking driver in Lima.

I sincerely appreciate any information that is provided.

Devo

[QUOTE=Devoman]I have allot of experience in Panama and Colombia but unfortunately not Peru.
I would like to have a cell phone while in Lima, and was wondering if you can simply rent one, with local minutes included, at a reasonable price? Would it be more advisable to bring your own phone and buy minutes when you arrive?[/QUOTE]Devo, good to see you heading further south down the cono (we've talked about LDV at CRT before). Check in the general info sub-forum, lots of info there, but you can rent one as soon as you get out of customs at the airport, but 'reasonable' it isn't. I just finished my maiden voyage to Lima, and bought a nice little cell for $30 and bought the usual claro/moviestar cards to add minutes to the phone. The store is a little shop on Avenida Shell southeast of Parque Kennedy. If you don't use the phone much, renting at the 'port may be a good option, but buying a phone can be economical if you're gonna use it a lot. Couple of other guys here can help more on the subject of phone, PM me if you want.

There are many tailors on avenue "larco" starting at parque kennedy heading towards the beach. If you are a big guy expect to pay a little extra for big sizes. I also recommend a store called "la quinta" two blocks from hotel maria luisa. They are an outlet store for factories and have great pima cotton shirts for 10 soles. I bought a whole new wardrobe of casual shirts for roughly $40 US.

[QUOTE=Devoman].....I would like to have a cell phone while in Lima, and was wondering if you can simply rent one, with local minutes included, at a reasonable price? Would it be more advisable to bring your own phone and buy minutes when you arrive?.....Devo[/QUOTE]

Devo:

Look in the Peru | General Info section round about [post]575425[/post] and ascending, you will find more than you wanted to know! But if you already have an unlocked GSM tri-band phone you can get away with just buying minutes or a straightforward cheap purchase. If you don't - just do a cheap purchase as recommended by Gonzo in [post]575490[/post]

Polvo

So, Saturday afternoon in Lima comes around and about 4:00pm you suddenly feel very horny. What’s a guy to do?? Well in the case of your normal, everyday, unbalanced stalker you reach into the digital river and pull out a hard-body that you have been fantasizing about for some time. Relax, the fact that you have developed a series of target folders is perfectly normal. At least you’re not a Korean.

Looking at the collected archives from NenasPeru there is a girl in there called “Nuria”. Now as everyone knows there is often some bait and switch (Yes, even with these independents!) and not to mention photo-shopping that goes on, so caution must be exercised. For instance, most “tattoos” are excised in case the family can recognize their beloved daughter’s ass being thrust at the camera! Good job they haven’t seen their beloved daughter’s ass being impaled!

You note from the description, that Nuria is 19, has a 36B chest and does normal (meaning no anal) sex, fantasies, lesbo and bachelor parties. Perfect. A bachelor party and sit down orgy for one please!! On Perutops she scores between 7 and 8 out of 10 per session. And they endorse her tits.

To add some spice to the chase you decide to attend her “private residence” which is somewhere around Ovalo Higuereta. Using the invaluable Perutops you even work out that she is near to Polvo Rosales (no relation), and a couple of streets over from Moonlight and Vo-dou.

Immediate actions – 100mg blue vitamin, synthetic, courtesy of a well known monger on this board. Thank you. (And it says if I have Priaprism - a persistent erection of the penis - for more than 4 hours I should see a doctor. Are they fucking joking?? Line up the Chicas!!)

Next, contact Nuria. Stilted conversation ensues, the thrust of which is “I need two hours at S/.250 please, and can you be greased up and ready in an hour??” She replies in the affirmative and asks that you to wait next to the Collegio de Concepcion. (What??? I don't need instructions, I’m an expert!) 30 minutes later into taxi and do a 25 minute reconnaissance to check for IED’s and other bastards. All clear. Not a great area for a gringo, but I am so ugly people usually feel sorry for me rather than cause trouble. From the directions it becomes possible to work out that the windows of the 6th floor of the building opposite the Collegio houses the chica and that by doing this she can check you out as well. The agreement was that I was to call when in the area and she would give me the precise address. Sorry, luv, already got it!

Call is made. Instructions given. Infiltration starts. Big fuck-off iron door. Press bell. Buzzed in. Internal courtyard type of buildings. Got to make it to 6th floor. Elevator very small. Don’t like containment in strange areas. Use stairs, rapidly. Fuck, is it really only six floors? Why am I panting? No lights upstairs. No numbers on the doors. Ah yes, there they are by the doorbell. Small – do they do them in Braille??? Locate apartment. Big fuck-off iron gate. Ring bell. Door opens a crack, one eye peaks round. Challenge. Response - “Hello, I am here for a fuck.” That appears to be the correct answer so entry is granted. Into apartment. Smells like Heinz Baked Beans on toast have recently been cooked, awful. Almost as bad as borscht. Television on. Full volume. What is it about Peruvians that there are only two selections – off and full bore??? Bizarre black hessian sheet blocking off the view to the lounge. Nuria embraces me.

Strange. Tits don’t feel like the thrusters they should be based on the photo. We go to the back bedroom. Telly is still on and some chica is laughing at some dumb-ass comedy involving silly voices. No ceremony, ropas off. Strange. Body does not look like the one in the photo. Pull out printouts of photo and discuss with Nuria. “Ah, she explains, they are old pictures”. “What,” I respond, “like in a galaxy far, far away, a long-time ago?” Somehow this didn’t translate well, and she looks a bit pissed off. Now, despite the chemical enhancement, the total discomfort of not being on unknown territory, a stranger (or strangers) next door, the thought of being compromised bare-assed has a marked effect on little Polvo. He appears reluctant to join the party. Nuria notices this and, fair play, she does her best to rekindle enthusiasm. First some poses – hmmm, those tits are definitely not the thrusters from the web site (see photo copied from escort website*). She fondles, she rubs, and then she starts to lick me all over. It felt pleasant when she was doing that to little Polvo, but then she starts licking my forehead, my nose and inside my ears. Strange, her tongue feels like a cats – slightly abrasive. She licks my lips. No DFK. She [b]licks[/b] my lips. Then I find out who was eating the fucking Heinz Baked Beans. It smells awful. It’s on her breath, it’s on her tongue, and now she has carefully transferred the cloying smell all over my face, neck and dick! I hate Baked Beans. That’s it – little Polvo runs for the hills. No amount of coaxing or cajoling makes him an upright citizen again. OK – settle for a grope, a play, a sniff of pussy and off. Sorry luv, not your fault, so I stick to my bargain. Exit and head for the hills for an evening of worry! Got my confidence back Sunday morning. Thank Christ!

The moral? Not here, I must have lost those with my principles. It is a far, far better thing to be able to see and select your target visually first and in person. Realize that some people (like myself, I now have to admit) have got to have some form of chemistry even just horny attraction, because wam-bam won't cut it. Find out if you are one of those. Photos and chica’s lie like a beach. And avoid Heinz Baked Beans as much as you would John Kerry’s wife.

Suerte!

Polvo


* = Jackson might delete the photo. If so, I apologise to Jackson (and to the readers). I rarely post pictures and I felt there was some abiguity in the guidelines!

Sorry to hear that Polvo...some of your experience reminded me of scenes from a David Lynch movie. Creepy and funky. Oh well, it's good for the soul to have a bad experience now and then. Makes the good ones even sweeter, not to mention learning some lessons, getting more streetsmart.

Now I like baked beans even less. And I'd have to say not every flacca I've been with has had perfect breath either. Above and below.

[QUOTE=Polvo]Call is made. Instructions given. Infiltration starts. Big fuck-off iron door. Press bell. Buzzed in. Internal courtyard type of buildings. Got to make it to 6th floor. Elevator very small. Don’t like containment in strange areas. Use stairs, rapidly. Fuck, is it really only six floors? Why am I panting? No lights upstairs. No numbers on the doors. Ah yes, there they are by the doorbell. Small – do they do them in Braille??? Locate apartment. Big fuck-off iron gate. Ring bell. Door opens a crack, one eye peaks round. Challenge. Response - “Hello, I am here for a fuck.” That appears to be the correct answer so entry is granted. Into apartment. Smells like Heinz Baked Beans on toast have recently been cooked, awful. Almost as bad as borscht. Television on. Full volume. What is it about Peruvians that there are only two selections – off and full bore??? Bizarre black hessian sheet blocking off the view to the lounge. Nuria embraces me.[/QUOTE]

There was tons of bad breath at Tequila Rocks. I told one girl as part of the deal she needed to rinse her mouth out with mouthwash. Another girl was rubbing her tits all over me then knocking me out with bad breath about an inch away from my nose. If your going to be in a nightlcub for hours and dont have money to keep the proper amount of fluids in you at least buy some mints.
The funny thing is the only non hooker I picked up had the worst hygiene. You get what you pay for even in lima.

Day 1
It was neither my first trip to Lima nor my last; let’s just say it was my best. After spending 4 days at the “Viking resort” in DR with the honey (I previously posted a photo) and blowing close to 12k it was time to get back to the “City of Kings” while the weather was perfect.

My buddy and I rolled (literally) into Jorge Chavez at 6am only to find everything has changed since my last visit (including a new hotel under completion) for those to afraid to venture to the wilds of Miraflores. One thing that has not changed is the welcoming face of Manuel (LB’s driver). He whisked us downtown to LB’s Penthouse (ahh, home again) even before they brewed the first pot of coffee at Café Z. Quick change and shower and we were off to LB’s place for a lovely buffet breakfast with the whole tribe (err. Family).

After brekey it was off to central Lima for our dental appointments ($120.00 crowns) and our city tour with Paola. I have seen Plaza Mayor and San Martin numerous times but as I had a Lima newbie in tow (it is obligatory) and as I wanted to contribute to the local workforce (Paola) I suffered thru it, thinking about what lay ahead.

We had a great lunch in China town, Hua Wha or something as it has the top rated Chifa in Lima and then chilled down at Café Z waiting for our host. My buddy has never been to a BT so the three of us drove over to one in La Marina where LB had met a few hotties with the guy’s staying in the Penthouse the week before.

We arrived got into our robes and proceeded to the bar area. This is not the cleanest place I have been in but WTF I heard you can get in and out for under S/200. Well the selection was lacking and the attitudes were worse, so we beat a hasty retreat to the locker room to formulate “plan B”. At this point we needed release and even BBBJ’s would hold us over until the evening. LB warned us that at 5PM we would have little choice at Relax & Vida with the business crowd at Interbank across the street. If you have never seen the Interbank building it probably holds 10,000 horny Peruvians and is understandable why the talent turnover rates at R&V are now so high.

So at 5:15 we are handing over our wallets and watches to Karen thinking we are in store for another letdown. Upon opening the door “low and behold” Seven beauties and we are the only “three dwarves”!

LB always thinking judicially brought along the two bottles of “Jack” we had acquired at Duty free. After ½ hour of cocktails and chit chat the two dwarves could not decide on the big WHO. No hay problemo, LB cuts a deal for all 10 of us to move the party into the big Jacuzzi in the back.

The three of us have not had that much young flesh since our college days in the early seventies. Every shape and variety of tits/ass/hair and skin color. There was so much confusion in the turbulent waters I did not know who I was giving DATY too and whose finger was up my Arse! We ended up pairing off in the sauna and steam room and showers. At some point along the way we lost a few bodies but after 2 hours or so the whiskey ran out, our fingers were wrinkled and that warm, comfortably numb feeling filled our loins!

And that was the first afternoon!

After a well deserved siesta Bill & I headed over to the new Atlantic City casino. As many of you already know Lima is filled with casino’s although very little in the way of table games. In fact other than the Majestic, Atlantic City has the only other “craps table” in Miraflores. The “odds” work differently on both “pass line” and “come bets” and they have some strange rules on laying down bets for the staff. Suffice it to say that you get 2x odds on the 4&10, 3x on the 3&5 and 4x on the 6&8.

We were only able to play for about an hour as we were meeting our escorts for the evening at “Coco la Mar”. This was not to be our night at Atlantic City and I walked away up $50.00 or so. Since my last trip many new bars have opened in the area between “Pardo” and the Malecon. Coco La Mar was recently opened by the daughter of the British Ambassador and although intimate has a good liquor selection and a mixed but hip crowd.

Our dates arrived (see photo thread) and I was relieved to find that mine spoke English as well as Korean and Spanish. I prefer to drink Whiskey but tried a “Maracuya sour” to be sociable and we had a long night planned. After cocktails and preliminary chit-chat we grabbed a cab to one of my favorite restaurants “Trattoria Dom Mambrino”. We shared a nice bottle of wine to accompany their excellent homemade pasta’s. This is a great place to take a date as the desserts are one of Lima’s highlights. After dinner we went for a walk in the park (Kennedy) before heading over to catch the show at Jazz Zone.

Unbeknownst to me, our trip coincided with Lima’s annual Jazz festival. Every year around Easter they get a host of Musicians from as far away as Chicago. We had a great night with our dates and made plans for a repeat later in the week.

The next morning we awoke early and jogged along the Malecon to Barranco and back followed by a nice breke at Café Z. The weather was beautiful and we played paddleball and caught some rays out by the pool until lunch.

I had promised my buddy that I would show him as much of Lima as I could in the 5 days we had (the good, the bad and the ugly). As yesterday was all good, we decided to slum it for a day to get our fill of “Bad & Ugly.

In Lima the worst food has to be “Hooter’s” but I had to show Bill “Larco Mar” and I wanted to see if a waitress from a previous trip was still there. She was and she remembered me so the indigestion was worth it.

The UGLY!
While nobody likes the “Trocadero” it is a must see for all mongers who visit Lima. I have heard others describe it as out of the movie “Dusk till Dawn” and my friend Bill’s first impression was a prison scene out of “Midnight Express”. There were probably 100 or so girls working of which maybe 5 were doable (in another location). We walked the halls, chatted up the young ones and had a great laugh. To see these guys’s lining up outside the doors is totally surreal. I have heard these girls get tested regularly but with no facilities for the girls to clean up, I would not do them even if they asked me nicely!

the room i went in had a toilet and a sink. my girl washed up like most girls in lima. the only place i didn't see a wash up area was at chongo san jose and the [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord109][CodeWord109][/url] drenched shithole next to polvos azules.
ecuador is the place to look out for rank meat. its a shame since there is $7 pfp all over the place but non of those girls give a shit about hygiene. it also puts a limit on the quality of sex. i had one girl [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] in the trash can right before putting it in her.
i wouldn't turn people off the low end joints. there is alot of fun to be had in those places.
also not everyone can afford to go out on dates all over town.

Thanks to everyone for responding with all the great information on Lima. The consensus regarding cell phones appears buying a phone either in Lima, or bringing one with you and purchasing a sim card and minutes. I get the impression that Cafe Z and the Hotel Las Palmas are ground zero for the Peru aficionados here. I look forward to meeting up with everyone in a few weeks.

Devo

hello to you all ... from NYC .. I will be arriving in mid August... hopefully I will get to meet some of you save me some charapitas for me ( never had one) anyways fellas it goes to show you that mongers come in all races and languages..

POLVO (AND EVERYBODY IN THIS FORUM): Never... NEVER believe that the girls you find in that webpages (Nenas peru, etc.) are the same you gonna met. They are just deceiving you, that girls are just models, no prostitutes. It happened to me two times and I never called back that "agencies" again.

It's maybe some serious agencies around but is a minority. Ask always, and say that if they don't send the same girl you are not going to pay.

Maxisol

[QUOTE=Polvo]So, Saturday afternoon in Lima comes around and about 4:00pm you suddenly feel very horny. What’s a guy to do?? Well in the case of your normal, everyday, unbalanced stalker you reach into the digital river and pull out a hard-body that you have been fantasizing about for some time. Relax, the fact that you have developed a series of target folders is perfectly normal. At least you’re not a Korean.

Looking at the collected archives from NenasPeru there is a girl in there called “Nuria”. Now as everyone knows there is often some bait and switch (Yes, even with these independents!) and not to mention photo-shopping that goes on, so caution must be exercised. For instance, most “tattoos” are excised in case the family can recognize their beloved daughter’s ass being thrust at the camera! Good job they haven’t seen their beloved daughter’s ass being impaled!

You note from the description, that Nuria is 19, has a 36B chest and does normal (meaning no anal) sex, fantasies, lesbo and bachelor parties. Perfect. A bachelor party and sit down orgy for one please!! On Perutops she scores between 7 and 8 out of 10 per session. And they endorse her tits.

To add some spice to the chase you decide to attend her “private residence” which is somewhere around Ovalo Higuereta. Using the invaluable Perutops you even work out that she is near to Polvo Rosales (no relation), and a couple of streets over from Moonlight and Vo-dou.

Immediate actions – 100mg blue vitamin, synthetic, courtesy of a well known monger on this board. Thank you. (And it says if I have Priaprism - a persistent erection of the penis - for more than 4 hours I should see a doctor. Are they fucking joking?? Line up the Chicas!!)

Next, contact Nuria. Stilted conversation ensues, the thrust of which is “I need two hours at S/.250 please, and can you be greased up and ready in an hour??” She replies in the affirmative and asks that you to wait next to the Collegio de Concepcion. (What??? I don't need instructions, I’m an expert!) 30 minutes later into taxi and do a 25 minute reconnaissance to check for IED’s and other bastards. All clear. Not a great area for a gringo, but I am so ugly people usually feel sorry for me rather than cause trouble. From the directions it becomes possible to work out that the windows of the 6th floor of the building opposite the Collegio houses the chica and that by doing this she can check you out as well. The agreement was that I was to call when in the area and she would give me the precise address. Sorry, luv, already got it!

Call is made. Instructions given. Infiltration starts. Big fuck-off iron door. Press bell. Buzzed in. Internal courtyard type of buildings. Got to make it to 6th floor. Elevator very small. Don’t like containment in strange areas. Use stairs, rapidly. Fuck, is it really only six floors? Why am I panting? No lights upstairs. No numbers on the doors. Ah yes, there they are by the doorbell. Small – do they do them in Braille??? Locate apartment. Big fuck-off iron gate. Ring bell. Door opens a crack, one eye peaks round. Challenge. Response - “Hello, I am here for a fuck.” That appears to be the correct answer so entry is granted. Into apartment. Smells like Heinz Baked Beans on toast have recently been cooked, awful. Almost as bad as borscht. Television on. Full volume. What is it about Peruvians that there are only two selections – off and full bore??? Bizarre black hessian sheet blocking off the view to the lounge. Nuria embraces me.

Strange. Tits don’t feel like the thrusters they should be based on the photo. We go to the back bedroom. Telly is still on and some chica is laughing at some dumb-ass comedy involving silly voices. No ceremony, ropas off. Strange. Body does not look like the one in the photo. Pull out printouts of photo and discuss with Nuria. “Ah, she explains, they are old pictures”. “What,” I respond, “like in a galaxy far, far away, a long-time ago?” Somehow this didn’t translate well, and she looks a bit pissed off. Now, despite the chemical enhancement, the total discomfort of not being on unknown territory, a stranger (or strangers) next door, the thought of being compromised bare-assed has a marked effect on little Polvo. He appears reluctant to join the party. Nuria notices this and, fair play, she does her best to rekindle enthusiasm. First some poses – hmmm, those tits are definitely not the thrusters from the web site (see photo copied from escort website*). She fondles, she rubs, and then she starts to lick me all over. It felt pleasant when she was doing that to little Polvo, but then she starts licking my forehead, my nose and inside my ears. Strange, her tongue feels like a cats – slightly abrasive. She licks my lips. No DFK. She [b]licks[/b] my lips. Then I find out who was eating the fucking Heinz Baked Beans. It smells awful. It’s on her breath, it’s on her tongue, and now she has carefully transferred the cloying smell all over my face, neck and dick! I hate Baked Beans. That’s it – little Polvo runs for the hills. No amount of coaxing or cajoling makes him an upright citizen again. OK – settle for a grope, a play, a sniff of pussy and off. Sorry luv, not your fault, so I stick to my bargain. Exit and head for the hills for an evening of worry! Got my confidence back Sunday morning. Thank Christ!

The moral? Not here, I must have lost those with my principles. It is a far, far better thing to be able to see and select your target visually first and in person. Realize that some people (like myself, I now have to admit) have got to have some form of chemistry even just horny attraction, because wam-bam won't cut it. Find out if you are one of those. Photos and chica’s lie like a beach. And avoid Heinz Baked Beans as much as you would John Kerry’s wife.

Suerte!

Polvo

Jackson might delete the photo. If so, I apologise to Jackson (and to the readers). I rarely post pictures and I felt there was some abiguity in the guidelines![/QUOTE]

Is HIS instead of HER.

I didn`t check as I should.

[QUOTE=Polvo]I think I am one of the few people who still use the past tense to describe the future!! :-)

Polvo[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=Mr Tee]......... From reading this site I guess my budget is higher than average especially coming from Europe with the way the dollar is......Is there anywhere in Lima that would show European Champions League Football next week?...Cheers and regards[/QUOTE]
Mr. Tee: You must be British. Didn't know they came from Europe!! :-)

If you are in Miraflores, "The Corner" sports bar on Larco / Juan Fanning probably will have the match.

Suerte!

Polvo