Which boate the girls from Barbarella at?
Gents. Does anyone know where are the girls from Barbarella are now? I'm looking for a girl called Naty. Can anyone help? Thanks!
Beginning Trip Report: 8/22 - 9/2
It's my first time in Rio, first time in Brazil. I'm a Medellin vet tho. Like, a trip every 6-8 weeks for the last 3 years straight. Okay, so after catching like 4 flights and over 24 hours in transit I finally got here early Friday morning. Wasn't able to sleep on the plane so I went zombie mode and slept like all day, finally getting out a little after 8 pm or so, grabbing a bite to eat at the "Coisas de Bamba" on the beachfront. Got the carne kabob a cocktail and the french fries. Waitresses. Hot. They had live music and dancing.
So I get here. I'm taking pictures and shit. Sharing them and shit. And from my status updates on WhatsApp, I get a message from a chick that I know from Medellin who is a dance instructor out there and is in town for a competition this week. She's whatever. Maybe a Colombia 6, so like. A USA 8. She's a lesbian, but I've banged her out over various trip, sometimes randomly, sometimes repeatedly. We're cool, in Medellin we regularly have threesomes with chicks and I usually throw her like 50 bones (200 k Colombian).
So she texts me, and I'm like. Fuck. Should I hang out with her? Is this like a bringing "sand to the beach" type of situation? Or, is it more like. Bringing a Sand SHOVEL to the beach type of situation? Will this hinder me? Or can she be useful to me?? Hmmmm, I wonder. So anyways, we make plans for the next day, Saturday. I spent the morning at the beach, as it is said. "Looking at fat bundas", and then at night we link up at Coisas de Bamba, have some food, they play live music, she dances. Basically shits on everyone there and becomes the spectacle, as she's a dance instructor who knows Samba, Salsa, everything. Whatever. We go out to Lapa. Late as fuck. Like, order Uber 2 am. It's cool; it's whatever. A Shit ton of people in the streets at that hour, I'm hearing only Portugese being spoken; whatever. We go into a club, it's right there next to that gas station and shit, across from Up House I think. Is Up House a strip club or what? Is it any good? Anyways, we go to this place across the street. 10 reales cover to get in. They give you this credit card looking thing with a bar code on the back. You don't pay to get in the club. You pay afterward when you are leaving. If you want drinks, they scan the card the doorman gave you, and at the end of the night before you leave, you turn in your card and pay the balance you have put on it from your purchases. I threw that shit out. Bartender is like, "NO!! You have to keep the card. You can't lose it!" My bad.
So, the club is whatever. It has potential for sure. But at this very moment its lame. It's packed as fuck, but no one is dancing. It's fucking weird. So I get drinks. We fuckin dance. Drawing attention I suppose. Suppose. Wtf. Everywhere she goes she draws attention, she's a professional fucking dancer. I notice. The dudes in here are fuckin lame. I mean, there's 4 hot ass chicks around this table, big ass titties, fat asses, pretty and shit. Everything. Yet, no one approaches them. It's like they think they're not worthy or something, like they're scared of rejection or whatever. So yeah, the dudes don't dance, they're pretty much just standing around. Whatever. After about a hour or so, I go to get us more drinks. Some dude is talking to my lesbo chick friend; Oh yeah. Her name is Lina. I'm like whatever, she's a lesbo, she's not my chick, whatever. She turns to me and says, "This guy wants to know if he can record me dancing in the upstairs area (where it's like fucking empty, and there's like no one), so they can use it for promotions on their social media. " Hmmm. Sounds fuckin lame to me. I look up, and it's just the DJ is up there and like one or two other security dudes overlooking dance floor, all dark and shit. I tell her "Yeah, that's fine. As long as they pay you. " I mean, it's about the principle, what the fuck, I was always taught: "You get what you pay for, give me my money, what the fuck I'm GON STAY FOR? Anyways, so I continue doing my thing, vibing in my own fucking world. Clean ass Baby Blue Nike sweat shorts / zip up hoodie combo that I got at Nike Outlet before leaving. (the hoodie is tied around my waist cause it's so fuckin hot inside). I'm dancing, drinking my beer and shit. I'll admit. Stealing glances up top. Nothing happening, they're just standing close talking and shit, like two fucking queers. It's been like 5 minutes or so. She texts me: "If they don't pay me anything I'm not going to do it. " I text back: "Whether they pay you or not, I'm out of here in 10 minutes. " I mean shit. I'm not going to be standing around here with my dick in my hand. I'm the dick and dick runs the world. So anyways.
She comes down finally at like the 8 minute mark. . And en breve; Well, It was a ploy, duh. And a lame one. She was like. Yeah, the dude was all "I'm the owner of this place and yada yada yada. " And she's like. "Yeah, sure. He's the owner, some fat fuck, who's going to be here at like 4 in the morning in a club that's thinning out with no one dancing. Right. " Because mind you, we didn't even order the Uber to Lapa until like 2-3 am. Shit stays open til like fuckin 6 am probably, cause when we left at 5, we weren't the last ones to bounce out, and we were able to watch the sunrise off the ocean at 6:10 am. I googled that shit to see what time it would be at. I mean, since we were already awake and shit. I'm a West Coast dude, so I only get to see the sun SET on the Ocean. Long fucking story, slighty less long. Well, She tells me that the short fat fuck "owner" was like: "Oh tell your friend to come up, blah blah blah, he can come up here too if he wants. " HAHAHAHA. FUCK THAT. She knows how I am. In fact, I've shit canned her before, and brutally, so she knows better than to send me some stupid ass message saying come up to this fuckin sausage party. Uhhhh no. I'm not going to feel fucking special being up there with 3 dudes and her in "VIP". Ho please. So then I'm like wtf did you take so long for? What were yeall talking about for so long then? And she's like. They were using Google translate to go back and forth between Spanish and Portuguese to have their conversation. Oh Gawd. Setting: So now, we're outside talking about this, sitting at the food arts and shit by the arches. So we order a Caipirinha and some street food, that spiral pasta stuff topped with like ground beef spaghetti style with fries and shit. We eat that and I order a Uber at like 5:30 am after the sunset and banging her out I xoom her like 50 bucks afterwards, cause well, it's always been like that, ever since MDE days for years I've known her now. Plus let's face it, she's out here on a shoestring budget, and well. I sure as shit aint. I'm on vacation. If I got to ball Ima fuckin ball. If not, even better. I mean, I'm not frivolous or wasteful, but I don't deny myself when I get the opportunity to travel. My boy would call this a simp move.
So anyways, we saw the sunrise, got some videos, banged, whatever. Wake up at like fuckin 4 pm later that day. We exit my place at like 7 pm, head to the beach, eat at a fire ass restaurant. We walk for a bit, then download the app for those Whoosh scooters. Oh yeah, the dude renting me the airbnb has a problem with guests. Fuck him. I get a new spot, request a cancellation to get 50% of each unused night back (per his own fuckin policy). He doesn't want to accept the cancellation request but he wants me out. Fuck that. I'm not going anywhere. So we scooter around and shit. She's tapped in to Instagram and all that shit, I don't have it. She finds a place called at bailabailabr. Fiesta Latina. We mob out there on scotters at like midnight, it's about 3 km away, 100 reales cover to get in. I'm like. Are there people inside? Door people, dude and chick, say yes. Fuck it, let's go. You walk in then go downstairs; hella fucking people.
Downstairs it's a big ass dance area on one side of the staircase and the bar on the other, pretty open floor plan, not too hard to navigate around if there's not a lot of people, but again, its like midnight and there's a fuck ton. The first thing I see is 4 hot bitches by the bar, (what my boy would call "super dupers" as in like that Super Woman * big ass tits, and big fucking asses. Oh yeah, and fucking pretty in the face.) so we got titties all out and shit, one of them is doing a little dance trying to draw my attention I think. Whatever, me and Lina find a spot. We dance. Get some good videos and shit. She's all stepping and twerking all professional and shit to songs by Shakira and Bad Bunny and J Balvin, singing the lyrics and whatever. So yeah, this was last night. I look up next to the DJ who is basically at dance floor level, a maybe a foot or two higher and I see this hot ass "black" (which here is more like a caramel) chick in booty shorts that works there, dancing on stage next to this chick DJ, who was actually getting down pretty fucking tough on the "turntables", well for a chick that is. And obviously this black chick (who has absolutely tremendous ass, neck length tight kinky hair, tight abdominals, and who is moving like she's the love child of a stripper and the Tazmanian Devil) is contracted just to dance and, well, as my idol Lloyd Christmas would say. "Put out the viiiibe. " Cause yeah, she's fucking tearing it the fuck down. Like epic style.
So whatever, we finish our first round of drinks and I go for more. Oh yeah, in this place as well it's like. 40% of the people dancing, the rest standing around and shit or maybe doing a little back and forth rocking motion. Even so, it's still like 20 times more poppin than the place we went to in Lapa the night before. So, I go get a second round. You order from a chick who's got the payment machine thingy just to the side of the base of the stairs, it prints a receipt, and you take that to the bar and they give you what it says. Only problem is, there's this fucking Brazilian dude in front of me and his CC just got declined. He tries again, declined again. And then again. No go. So then this fucker pulls out a wallet stuffed with fucking cards. And tries another. Declined. And then another. WTF. I tell the chick in Spanish, cause I'm fluent and she's not. "Can I order two beers please, I promise mine will work. And it does. Cool. I get the beers and go back to the dance floor. There's some lame ass looking dude talking to Lina. I set our beers down on the table, she turns towards me, he turns towards her, which now means he turns towards me, I grab his hand to shake it and before I can say "Que onda amigo, como estas?" he blurts out: "Soy Mexicano. " Yeah okay. Well I'm from Calfornia. But during the pandemic I went to Guadalajara, Mexico in August of 2020 with all the other rejects and lost souls of the world who met up there since it was the only place letting people in, and ended up living there until early 2023. So I say (in perfect fuckin Mexican Spanish) "Ahhhh ok, what part?" he says: "JALISCO! Guadalajara! I say: "Aaaaahhh ok, what part? Tlaquepaque?, Tonala?, Zapopan?, Americana. ?" he says: "Tlaquepaque". I say "Ahhhhhh, (yo) Arcos de Zapopan" - which is like a place you do not fucking go to in Guadalajara. Like not even if you fucking live in Guadalajara. Unless you want to buy drugs that is. So, I used to go there a lot. So anyways, he hears this, looks up at me, nods, shakes my hand, and does a fucking about face. Full Military style. As if I was General Patton and he was the private I just told to go get my jock strap. So I tell her what I told him, and she laughs and said, "Yeah I told him you were my husband and that you were crazy and that just for talking to him, I was risking you possibly murdering me. " Which reminds me. Outside the Lapa club, the night before, while recounting the fat fuck's attempt, she mentioned that one time in Medellin some dude was sending her table hella drinks and shit, and finally came up to her out of exasperation and was like: "I'm sending you all these drinks, why aren't you talking to me? Don't you know who I am?" She says: She told him, deadpan: "I'm married. And my husband just got released from prison for killing someone. " And the dude fucking scats. So I'm like yeah. Let's not be going around telling nobody that fucking story out here in these parts, eh? I might have got lucky this time, but wtf. Again, this isn't even my or anything. So yeah.
Anyways, I see the hot black chick, the ebony fucking queen dancer and she's going up the stairs, I catch her attention, and do the praying hands, nod the head: "Thank yooooooou", and slip her a dead president. An american one. But one that graces a denomination of not super great value. Ok. Fuck it. It was Andrew Jackson. Was he even a president? Meh. Whatever. So she's like got this confused, paused look on her face a bit cause I did catch her in the act of running up the stairs after all. Hmm. Well, it WAS folded in half. And then folded in half again so. Maybe she thought it was my number on a post-it or some shit. She just runs up the stairs. As she ascends I stare at her magnificent ass reminding me with every step she takes and impact that it absorbs of why I am so happy I was born with a cock.
So anyways, I go back to Lina, and we continue dancing and shit. A little while later the black chick comes back downstairs to do more dancing I suppose. You know Get the people GOING. But this time, she sees me, runs up, hugs me and gives me that little fucking heart emoji thing or whatever that chicks and fucking queers do with their fingers. I do the fucking Mr. Miyagi again. You know. Prayer hand and bowing and shit. You know, Whacks off and shit. Like, All the time. Chronic masturbator. So anyways. I take out my phone, put it to record and yell to her over the music, in Spanish: "Give me a little dance!, like 10 seconds, 30 seconds. " Hmmm. She seems to understand a bit of Spanish, because on fucking cue, the * starts breaking it. The fuck. Down. Ass and tits and short kinky hair and abs and pussy lips gyrating. Not sure about the pussy lips but most likely due to my presence, well. The presence of the cash and shit that is it has definitely has that pussy feeling right. So, I get a decent video of her then after about 20 seconds, I smile like "Thank You" and go all Mr. Miyagi again, and then immediately give her the cold shoulder to turn back to the bar where they're preparing my 2 drinks in the gay ass souvenir cups that I just paid like 18 reals for. Wtf is that anyways? Like $2? Meh. Whatever. Who fucking knows eh? Well I better know, I better fucking learn. And fast. So yeah, I turn the fuck away and never look back as if she had the plague and I go to Lina and show her the video. Lina sees and now she wants to bang the chick. So a few minutes later when I see her again, I approach and type in the google translate machine in Spanish asking her if she likes chicks and how much and shit; Well, it comes out in Portuguese looking pretty fucking similar spelled out but sounding entirely fucking different when its spoken; so she reads it. Mind you I also have (between my hand holding the phone and the phone case) a crispy ben franklin folded over, only once this time. She seems the big orange numbers 100. And nods, eagerly. Damn. I might have just fucked that up. According to this board, there is an entirely possible chance that she would have taken less. A lot less. Meh. Whatever. I'll file that number away for later I suppose but, according to my boy, that play would have probably been considered another simp move.
Fuck it. We finish our drinks and we leave, time: like 3:30 am. We walk back to go get the Whoosh scooters from where we parked them, and mob it back to the Airbnb location doing the full slalom side to side through the empty street lanes of our lady senhora copacabana until we get back to our spot near the tunnel. Wtf. MY SPOT near the tunnel that is. Hmmmmm. So we get back, go upstairs, and I bang her out. Again. Except this time I don't give her no money because wtf. This * is now starting to impose on my fucking vacation yo, my first time in Rio, the place where I've been reading about for like a month and how they got the best blowjobs in the world to be had and shit, and well, she just gives good blowjobs. But you see, I didn't come all the way from Fucking California to Rio de Janeiro for just "good" blowjobs okay. No. I came for the fucking best blowjobs. The best. So we get done, and the airbnb has two rooms, so I tell her to go sleep in the other one. You see, the night before, I woke up in the middle of the night out of a dead fucking sleep dreaming of toxic waste and raw sewage. Hmmmm. I think this fucking * dutch ovened me. Man. Either that or the * farted so fucking brutally that it woke me up. WTF. Or maybe it was me. But damn, imagine that. Having a fucking fart so potent that you wake yourself up. That shit'll burn the hair out of your fuckin nostrils. In any event, I couldn't take the chance again. So she was fuckin out.
Plus I'm a fucking vampire. Plus I'm like fucking ADHD to the MAX. So unless I take a shit ton of Benzos, Trazadone, Zanaflex, fucking. Lyrica. All prescribed of course, and I'm here with my pill bottles and all. I don't fucking sleep. I mean I can stay up for like 2-3 days straight. No drugs. On drugs? Holy fuck. Let's not even talk about those days. So anyways, now the is talking about Sugarloaf and shit, planning activities and shit, and how tomorrow Tuesday the 26, and on the 28th there's a DJ that will be playing up at the top in the hours leading up to sunset. So now she wants to go. Better yet, she wants US to go. Hmm. Ok. So I'll admit it. You know that feeling you get, when you walk out of a house at like 2:14 pm after banging out the hottest chick in there and you step outside and you're like, "Uhhhhhhh, okay. Now what?" Hmmmmm. A bit of emptiness and shit. Or maybe that just because for me that experience happened while I was in the gringo gulch in San Jose, CR, and generally that's just a depressing, shitty ass looking place to be. In any event, I'm not going to lie, it's kinda chill having her around cause for the most part she just stays in the other room, and honestly since I got here my schedule has been fucked. Now instead of walking around talking to myself all the time, I talk to her sometimes too. Mainly, I still just talk to myself though. But she knows how I am.
So anyways, my fear is (was) that my trip is about to go to shit. You see, my plan was to use BundaLove's Trip Report as a foundation for the places I'm going to hit up on this my maiden voyage trip to Rio. We're talking, Monte Carlo, 4 x 4, Copa583, Solarium, all that shit. Although solarium sounds expensive. As for Centaurus, I'm reading mixed reviews, great place, low quality talent. Hmmm, I'll have to see. Anyways. So I haven't gone to anywhere yet. And that kinda pisses me off. So today, I'm here on the forum doing some research and shit and she comes up behind me. Sees all the ads for chicks and is like: "What are you looking at, what are you looking for?" I'm like wtf. * I don't answer nobody's fucking questions in my own place. Oh well. Luckily she doesn't understand English. Typical. And so I scroll to the post about the Germans getting their clothes stole, while skinny dipping like two fucking Germans probably would. I copy and paste it to google translate, she reads it, says OOOOOOOHHH!! And I tell her "Yeah * (except without the * part) I say yeah, it's a forum where people exchange travel tips and since its all good here just like in Colombia advertisers are won't to buy some fucking ad space, wtf. Ohhh! Which reminds me. So yeah, earlier in the day the * goes out to the beach. Which is cool. A * in the beach. Because again, I'm sleeping like 3 hours a night right now, and eventually it all catches up to you. Plus I'm in my 4th decade of life and this * is 22. So yeah.
Anyways, she says that while she was out at the * she saw a Colombian who got robbed / scammed by one of those vendors who sells the shit on the blankets by the beach. And since she's Colombian too, well of course, she got the whole scoop. Says Police showed up and everything. So what she says happened is this: The Colombian kid goes to buy from a vendor. The vendor rings up 25 reais on the payment accepter thing. But It doesn't work, the transaction doesn't go through. So then, the vendor calls his vendor buddy over, another guy with a fuckin. Wtf are those called anyways? Fuck it. Handheld point of sale. Anyways, the other guy comes up, supposedly rings up 25 reais too, the Colombian pays, it goes through all well and good, and he takes his little fucking bracelet made of sea shells and walks off. However, a few moments later he notices on his banking app that the charge wasn't actually for 25 reais, but rather 2,500 reais!! So I look this up. I'm like holy shit. $460 bucks eh? Fuck. Poor guy. He tries to "support" the local "artisans" and wtf thanks do you get? Hmmm. A stick right up the ass. Right on. From now on, IF I buy anything from anywhere / anyone that doesn't have a actual store front, I'm using my shit Capital One CC with the $500 limit, and only busting out the heavy plastic in places of repute. Now I don't know if they put 2,500 and he misread it and just paid it like a dumbass or if they have some sort of way to hack the machine so that you input one amount in the GUI of the POS but really are charging a different amount in the background? Like hacker shit yo. Like the movie when Angelina Jolie was young and hot and had that tight ass in the leather motorcycle pants. Or maybe that was Crash Override, maybe he had the tight pants on. Anyways, if so. Like my idol Lloyd Christmas would say when he sees a tight ass, "he must work out. " In any event, the Colombian. He's fucked. Figuratively, that is. So yeah, that might be a thing out there, so heads up. Oh yeah. And the cops came, she said they didn't do shit. Couldn't understand the fucker. And weren't about to wait for google translate to get all the facts of the case.
So yeah, right now at this very moment, I spent 6 bucks to Uber this * to a place called Pedra do Sal. Apparently, there's a Samba thing going on there. And since she's a dance instructor in Poblado, Medellin, she meets all the tourists and shit and gets their contacts and has people all over the world and whatnot. Yeah, She also gets her other clients from there to I'm pretty sure. Cause, I think dance lessons are like 20 bucks an hour or something, and she miiiiiight get to keep half that. That is, she might do 2-3 lessons a day, or maybe 4 or 5 if it is an exceptionally busy day. Meh. My math aint great, but. That sounds pretty shitty to me. But then again, I'm American so. Maybe in Medellin that's pretty fucking good. No, it is.
So yeah, anyways. Last night around 1 am or so, while we were cruising the scooters towards the outer extremity of Copa beach near the "little big rock "and those stairs and little restaurants and shit, I saw that every now and then there would be a hot ass * sitting on a bench, ever few benches. I would give them the monger eye as I passed by them following behind Lina on the scooter path, and they were game you could see it. However, I'm also thinking these bitches carry a little more risk involved. Not STDs or anything. Those I can handle.
So yeah, I saw the video of the British dude stumbling on the beach. Read the article and shit. They say that the ingredients of "Goodnight, Cinderella" is essentially Ketamine and Clonazepam. Well shit, I've been on a Clonazepam prescription for 4 years now, and my tolerance is through the roof, in fact I don't even take that shit to sleep anymore I just take it randomly whenever the fuck I feel like every so often throughout the day for anxiety and shit. And ketamine. Well. If you've ever been to Medellin, than you know what I mean, when I say Pink. Purple. Yellow. (Jolly Rancher, El cuido de Leon, Sonic, Magic, etc.) Basically, ketamine is the shit. Out of body, fucking galactical shit. They've tried to drug me in Medellin before. Scopolamine me. But you see, Benzos are so much more powerful than Scope that, to me the little drop off is like a tickle to my dick. I literally take a cocktail of like 8 pills just to sleep. And when I go line for line in Medellin with these hoes who have tried to drug me before; you see I require any chick who brings me drugs to do them first and do just as much as me, with me. And If they can't or won't than I just say fuck it. I don't want the shit then wtf, you won't even do your own drugs? Hmmmm. So, they go line for line. Got to make the sale after all. Then they all end up passing out before me. And then I'll be there all awake by myself and shit, watching YouTube music videos and the ABC World News Tonight with David Muir, parked next to some stupid * who just Scopolamined herself. Wtf. So basically, I said all that to say this: If that is what is the substance of "Goodnight, Cinderella" Clonazepam and Ket. Well then, I say to these bitches: "Drug me. PLEAEEEEASSSEEE! You see, * you'the be doing me a fucking favor. Save me from having to look for fucking Ketamine while I'm here. Fuck. Anyways, that's probably nonsense, and it's most likely just a shit ton of Benzo and a bit of Ket and it probably would fuck me up. Anyways.
So yeah. That's where I'm at. Sorry if I don't have anything yet from any of "casas" as we call them in Medellin, or the *houses as I just like to say, generalizing and shit. Mmmmmh, tonight, I'm going to see what's up with some of them hoes on the beachfront I think. This new Airbnb is cooler, not too far from Tower 3 or whatever on the beach, and its fucking plush. Great furniture for fucking too. It's nice, and I'm sure the lady who runs it wouldn't approve of me bringing working girls here but, the doormen are youngsters who seem like they could keep it on the under if I slip them a 50 real note or some shit every time I bring a hoe up to the room. Lina knows what's up. See, I had to check her ass. I said look: "I live in a fucking world okay? And it's called: My Fucking World. And in My Fucking World I run shit. And anybody that doesn't like that, can Get The Fuck On. " Like I said, I've had to shitcan her before. Honestly, I don't even know how she got back in. Oh yeah that's right, she started taking stripper dance lessons and said she wanted to dance for me. Also, Her fucking hips are so powerful and she has so much control over them and her core that she can basically sit on the cock and milk the nut out of you, you don't even have to fucking do anything but pop a Viagra and Cialis and lay back and let old faithful be brought to full eruption all up inside her fucking pussy and shit, cause we fuck raw. Anyways.
So yeah, I'll be here for another week and a half or so. I told the * I need to do my own thing for a while so after posting this I'm going to look through some more trip reports and get my lineup of *houses ready for tomorrow. So yeah, I'm pretty fucking excited I got to admit. I downloaded the entire pimsleur Brazil Portuguese course off bittorrent before I got here and got busy in the days leading up. But I only put 4 lessons on my galaxy phone. The rest are on my home pc. Fuck. So yeah, the communication thing is kinda going to suck; I always used to laugh at dudes who used the translator and shit and would joke about how lame that shit is with my Medllin chickens, and now I'm that guy. Go fuckin figure huh.
Well, If there's anyone else who is currently out here and who would be down to recommend some spots with some good looking hoes at decent prices or just go winging and shit let me know. I think tomorrow I'm going to do 4 x4 and Monte Carlo for sure. Hey, earlier I read something about there's a place where the Brazilian porn stars can be found, but not to trip out too much and overpay, because well. I guess here, it's normal to see the chicks you see in porn, readily, willing, and available for your service. If anyone can remind where that place is, the one with the porn star chicks, that would be much appreciated. Ha, One of my good partners on this forum would roast my ass for all the simp moves I been making while I've ben here thus far but LOL. The trip is still young, and it can definitely still be redeemed and legendary I think. Damn, I feel better now. This was like therapeutic and shit. But I'm trying to get this trip back on track. And FAST. Anyways, I'll try to post an update after tomorrow's activities when I get done mongering. May the Monger God bless you all; I'm out to see what's up with the dangerous hoes on the beachfront benches circa 1 am and shit.
Factor OUT.
Double check IBIS's policy first
[QUOTE=BennieBen;3022237]
0 yet but i am planning for probably 2026 when i will had some free time for it. Ibis is a brand with hotel in 110 country. I booked them in other country and the pattern was the same: girls friendly, near action, not too expensive, clean, comfortable enough to sleep well. They have an apps, very uselss to book and communicate with them.[/QUOTE]You might want to double check with IBIS before booking a room. They are Girl friendly, not "GIRLS" friendly!! Meaning that you are able to register ONE female to stay with you, but any additional female, they will charge you a full night's price to allow her to spend the evening. I have had hotels issue a fee for like 75 R but Ibis is crazy. If you are paying 75 dollars a night, if you have a second girl, they will charge you an additional 75 dollars for her! Fucking rip off!
