Managua

[QUOTE=Xdred]I cannot imagine a non Spanish speaker coming to this shit hole or even a Spanish speaker for that matter Listen to the advice of others which is go to Costa Rica, Colombia or another destination where you will be sure to have a good time and enjoy your vacation.

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Newark, New Jersey, (Neighborhing city of New York City, New York)
New Orleans, Louisiana, (Pre-Katrina & worse, Post-Katrina)
East St. Louis, Illionois, (Neighboring city of St. Louis, Missouri)
Robbins, Illionois, (Chicago South Suburb)
Akron, Ohio
Washington Heights / Flatbush / Bed-Sty, New York, New York
Detroit, Michigan
Flint, Michigan
Fresno, California
Little Havana / Little Haiti / Pork-and-Beans, Miami, Florida
South Central / Watts / Compton / East Los, Los Angeles, California
USA-Mexican Border (both sides)
"Trailer Park," USA
"PWT," USA
American-Indian Reservations, USA
Washington D.C.

[b]*: [/b] Most of the cities listed above are rich by world standards and being in the world's richest country makes the disparity even more evident when contrasting against Nicaragua. If you're scared to spend time in the streets of the above cities you may want to "cut your teeth" in the USA first before considering Nicaragua.

One must be familiar and comfortable in these USA ghettos to feel comfortable in Nicaragua. Also, having Spanish-speaking ability is highly recommended, if not, mandatory! Roaming these streets, clubs, brothels, and neighborhoods in search of p*ssy may place you in jeapordy if you have no previous experiene in ghettos (guettos.) Ball-Check: Are you going to conquer the p*ssy that you want no matter where she's located or be scared away by the cock-blocks of her community who want it for themselves?

Fellas, don't get disilluisioned into thinking that just because the country is poor and you have a few dollars that you will be king. Don't think that you're gonna' shine. Don't think that you're gonna' be anybody special. Why? Lots of jewelry that shines tarnishes, fades, or is just plain phony! King's are crowned by the populace and not by the person desiring kingdomship. Your desire for special status based upon race, skin color, citizenship, or being flojo (easy spender) will gain you status in Nicaragua is wrong. Fraudulent. Unrealistic. Not the case. In fact, you will not be recognized as anybody or anything of significance. Nicaragua is not a fan nor do we have the mentality that North Americans are anybody special!

Only the country of Haiti is poorer than Nicaragua in this hemisphere of 33 countries and daily survival (food, clothing, shelter) is the mentality. At anytime things can go foul placing you, the visible foreigner, in jeaporady!

Childern aged 5 and above sleep on the sidewalk! Children aged 5 and above walk the streets barefoot! Children aged 5 and above panhandle! Children aged 8 and above sniff glue (pega) allday, everyday! Children roam the streets in packs like wolves in search of money to survive: Are you going to kick the asses of a pack of children when they rob you? If not, you're not ready for Nicaragua. Your possessions are your possessions regardless of the asailant is the mentality needed for Nicaraguan survival! These children will kill you with a hard tortilla!

Are you ready to get "grimey? " Are you ready for the most basic human form of existance- survival? Are you ready to witness abject poverty and be oblivious when an 80-year old grandmother on crutches with one leg missing asks you for US $0. 05 cents? If not, you're not ready for Nicaragua. Why? 'Cause giving money away is a sign of foolishness, richness, and weakness. You will get drained and bombarded quickly through such humanity.

In the USA the thugs, crooks, and criminals are not living such a lifestyle for human survival, but for the lust of material possessions! Let's reflect upon this fact.

Why aren't they living such a lifestyle based upon human survival? 'Cause the USA has ample governmental and community programs that aide in the most basic form of human exisence (food, shelter, clothes.) Welfare, soup kitchens, the citizenry, food stamps, churches, YMCA, YWCA, hostels, goodwill, AMVETS, and thousands upon thousands upon thousands of other good-hearted Americans aide their fellow citizen when in basic survival mode! In Nicaragua, no hay (it does not exist! ) These thugs are living such a lifestyle in the pursuit of material possessions.

USA crime is crime by choice. Nicaraguan crime is crime by opportunity and crime for survival. Which is worse? Which is more fearful?

What this post is attempting to convey is that the above cities which are USA poor are nothing compared to Nicaraguan poor, the Nicaraguan society. If you have never visited the above USA cities or are fearful of visiting the above USA cities, then Nicaragua would be worse due to the fact that the poverty is worse! The ambiance is worse! The sights are worse! In all aspect everything is worse in Nicaragua compared to the worst USA ghetto.

USA ghettos have are luxury compared to Nicaraguan society! Only Haiti is poorer than Nicaragua in this hemisphere which represents 2/7 of the world's continents. Don't get fooled into thinking that you'll witness anything different than you would in the above USA ghettos or poorest cities in the country which the list represents.

Awoke as usual 0530 and finished the first pack of Belmont light cigarettes by 0930. Had the usual breakfast, five cups strong coffee, two eggs, rice and beans.

Went to metocentro mall for first attempt at ATM withdrawal. Immediately upon entering the mall there were two US style machines to my right. Upon examination the first machine appeared to not be connected to the international networks and of value only to local account holders. The second machine had the Mastercard, Visa symbol displayed so I inserted my card selecting the English language option. Entering my pin number all seemed in order and the counting noise was heard as when the machine is ready to dispense. Always nervous that my card will be taken in this type of situation fear was not present since it was the type that just scans the magnetic portion. Shit, another two counting sounds, then please wait (in spanish) for what seemed like eternity then “unable to dispense” on the printed receipt. Ok no big deal went upstairs to an area with a bank and nice machines all with proper logos. Selected the English option for safety, Looked down and started to enter the PIN, and there were no letters on the keys just numbers. No problem went back to the original target machine which had letters, obtained the numbers, returned upstairs and put my card in. This time it was the real deal, held the card until the transaction was complete. To my surprise the requested amount in local currency (cords) appeared and my card was returned. Now pussy can be purchased without financial concern. My advice, carry more than one card in case shit happens and it will.

Taxi ride US $1.50 to the barrio slum area where this gringo wearing shorts is becoming more of a familiar face. About a fifteen block area with the perimeter being expanded seven to ten blocks daily. This is the time when danger increases since the thugs are now becoming more aware of my daily movements, gringo presence and could “lay in wait”. To adjust odds a bit my schedule is changed and I inject into this slum using an alternate foot route.

This is the time when a bit of explanation is necessary for the benefit of you guys reading at work or from your sofas in the evening while television surfing. While these type activities would be considered foolish by many it is just the way one person has decided to live life both professional and personal. Seeking an eternal adrenaline rush, foreign lands and sweet pussy is what keeps me happy and motivated. There is no sane reason to go to this extreme. Please think of your families, home, comfort and safety first. You will have more fun in Colombia or Costa Rica. I guarantee it.

Enter the usual brothels checking for fresh interesting or overlooked Nicas to get naked, pound and eat, however after rounds end up at a brothel which is my favorite of the last few days. Since this establishment does not have a business license this location could disappear at any time. Day before yesterday while holding a two hour class with a young Nica in need of sexual teaching commotion was heard and all of the sudden five *****s entered my class room. Dam what now? Do they all have desires to have encounters with the gringo at same time or what? It turned out to be the police and they were all attempting to hide. My member was erect and the opportunity used to show my manhood.to all. Not sure they were impressed but did notice curiosity from a couple of the ladies. The student was instructed to continue while this all went down but as reported earlier she failed the class.

Looked for my new wife (prostitute) of yesterday seeking a repeat but was informed she had left earlier. I explained to the ladies (*****s) that infidelity occurs when the wife is away since a man often has uncontrollable sexual needs. They understood this fact from personal experience. I sat for the next hour deciding with whom to have an affair. This one was a real beauty, black shinny hair medium length, 5’3 with the most amazing bush seen here so far. Perfect B breasts just a bit younger than normally preferred with no children. This one wanted to know the details, reasons of the previous divorce with the first lady. We talked, had sex and questions were ask about Meat Loaf and his live in situation. They all have desires for his Loaf. Another expressed extreme desire to become his live in sex employee and ask for my assistance and promotion on her behalf.

Around 2100 hours after the affair, the brothel owner was again approached in his office about take out pussy. They close in one hour and no other customers were present. Never have I experienced this abundance of fresh pussy without any customers. I saw his right hand attempt to go for that fuc** calculator again but he didn’t. Ended up paying a US $7.00 take out fee and took a mother of one to the hotel for a bit. She had milk which ended up squirting on my chest during fucking. While at least for me breast milk would be an acquired taste the nutritional value could substitute for one meal. I will admit to giving it some thought.

More later

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Thanks for that great report and I will have to get with Meat Loaf when I go back in August to find this place. Hope it is still open then.

Can't wait for the day 5 report to come out.

Dewman

[b]meat loaf continues to deliver truthful reports that either he experiences or is associated with. this story is written based upon facts disclosed by gringo victim. it took courage to admit to this experience and should serve as a lesson for others. further confirmation was obtained by nicaraguan "caretakers" of said gringo. this event occurred within the past six (6) months and not during the stay of any isg member this past week, june 8, 2008, through june 14, 2008. [/b]

"gringo sex tourist" stuck out like a sore thumb. truthfully told, "gringo sex tourist" sticks out like a sore thumb everytime he leaves a. sandino international airport (mga.) nonetheless, "gringo sex tourist" is addicted to prostitutes and their hunt (cazador.) this post will expose the self-inflicted wound caused to the aforementioned gringo sex tourist and why it will continue to happen to other gringo sex tourists.

as mentioned in previous posts, street-walkers are operating in an uncontrolled environment and have very little concern for customer satisfaction. it's even worse when you're an obvious tourist: the same holds true in your neighborhood or truck stop. lot lizards may deliver satisfactory ejaculation (s, ) but that assumes their honest individuals and not operating with a pure criminal mentality.

meat loaf will never recommend the use of sw services although many good experiences have been realized from their wares. in fact, the best bbbjcimswallow was received from a sw who claimed she was the "best d*ck sucker north of the mason-dixon line! " she also guaranteed three (3) nutts for us $25. quenching her thirst was more than i could handle even with such a guarantee.

the far majority of you guys are stuck in the usa living double lives. your only chance for out-house p*ssy is the street-walker due to north american culture. old habits die hard so when you travel overseas this quest of the sw continues. your efforts to score servicio dormicilio are thwarted at the brothel and to carretera masaya you flock. the ambiance of the bright lights, vehicle traffic, and witnessing other gringos lends you confidence to explore this sector (neighborhood.)

"gringo sex tourist" felt comfortable in hiring the services of a random taxista (taxi driver) to cruise carr. masaya in search of prostitutas (prostitutes.) upon requesting the services of the taxista "gringo sex tourist" indicated in broken spanish that he wanted to view some girls on carr. masaya. knowing he had a horny gringo with limited spanish skills was a potential payday for the taxista. off the monger and taxista went in a delapidated (mispelled) hyundai.

happier than a kid at christmas; showing more teeth than arsenio hall; while viewing the street with eyes larger than an owl, "gringo sex tourist" began his window shopping obsession. kilometers and kilometers of payment were transversed as "gringo sex tourist" and el taxista scoped the honeys. money was no object for this gringo for he knows, "no money, no honey! " the two laughed and rated the quality of the various sw who held down random corners, bus stops, and the parking lots that align carr. masaya. finally "gringo sex tourist" saw what he wanted to take back to the hotel and the taxi pulled over. (note: 1 kilometer equals 0. 6 miles.)

otra vez (once again, ) "gringo sex tourist" cannot speak spanish; is renting p*ssy from the passenger seat of a taxi; has skin milkier than parmalat; and wants to take the sw back to his hotel. what the f*ck was he doing? stop laughing guys! stop it! this is not funny: how would you like to be in his boxer briefs under the aforementioned conditions.comedy of this caliber has not been achieved since dave chappelle left comedy central, but we should not find entertainment at the expense of "gringo sex tourist" (ie. you.)

as she approached the car this carr. masaya sw read "sucker" on the forehead of "gringo sex tourist. " all smiles: smiling more than a dentist repairs annually was her entry fee into the taxi with the destination being "gringo sex tourist's" hotel room. a la puta (what the f*ck! ) pobrecito (poor guy.) "gringo sex tourist" should have known better, but he was focused on her big butt and smile: never trust a big butt and a smile for that girl is poison! "gringo sex tourist" thought p4p with an sw was a verbal contract and paid dearly. pince baboso (f*cking fool! )

carretera (carr.) masaya sw enters the taxi's backseat and the "gringo sex tourist" changes from the from seat into back con ella (with her.) immediately esa chavala (that girl) attempts to change the agreed upon location- his hotel room. esa puta (that hooker) suggests they visit a nearby salsateca (night club.) "gringo sex tourist" declines. esa cabrona (that b*tch) suggests they visit a nearby casino. "gringo sex tourist" declines this opportunity as well. thinking with his hairless head "gringo sex tourist" holds firm on the destination being his hotel room and the taxista, in her native-tongue, confirms with the authority the hotel being the destination.

"gringo sex tourist" felt relieved that the taxista aided his communication and provided a genorous propina (tip) upon exiting the taxi with the chavala at the hotel. (note: nicaragua has only one (1) salsateca. a salsateca is a nightclub that plays salsa music hasta su culo (up your ass.)

being the true gentleman i know "gringo sex tourist" to be i am truly disappointed in how his kindness was taken for weakness. offering the sw a beverage, junk food, and other creature comforts was his hospitality. her acceptance was slipping him a "mickey" while he attended to her comoda (confort.) together they raised a brindis (toast / cheers.) unwittingly "gringo sex tourist" was given drugs that made him intoxicado (intoxicated.)

everyone needs a job! every salesperson needs a good hook. the bait layed by this carr. masaya sw was her big butt and smile: the mistake made by the "gringo sex tourist" is evidenced in his name.

as he slept like a baby she helped herself. mi casa es su casa was interpreted literally by the carr. masaya sw. helping herself to a digital camera with photos of his vacation; helping herself to his laptop computer; helping herself to his wallet and credit cards; helping herself to other possessions easy to fence she acquired. to boot she finished her beverage never making the mistake to confuse which drink had the "mickey. " having earned her money for the "trick" she departed.

little did "gringo sex tourist" know that this carr. masaya sw is a member of la mafia. she's the clave (key.) her suggestions to visit the disco and casino were so she could present the mark, "gringo sex tourist, " to her compadres. forunately, "gringo sex tourist" was all about the hotel room and not companionship.

with more sleep than a newborn baby "gringo sex tourist" arose. vaguely (mispelled) he remembered his activities on carr. masaya and his hospitality towards the sw. he also remembered having a brindis con ella (toast / cheers with her.) not seeing ella; not reading any "dear john letter; " and not viewing his electronic possessions, money, credit cards, etcetera, "gringo sex tourist" woke up real quick. "gringo sex tourist" could have only arisen faster had he been sodamized! ouch! duele! only could o. j. simpson translate "hertz" with more passion than "gringo sex tourist" felt.

¡perame! hold on, it gets worse for "gringo sex tourist. " este baboso (this fool) never checked her government issued identification (cedula.) este loco (this crazy guy) never signed her in with hotel security. este culero (this a*shole) never knew who she was beyond a big butt and a smile; he never knew if she was over 18 years of age; he never knew her name, not sobrenombre (nickname, ) he never knew anything beyond his fantasy and prostitute obsession. ¡a la puta! este senor (this older guy) knew nothing about her, but she knew and knows everything about him via his computer, vacation fotos on the digital camera, the credit cards, etcetera. she knows everything about him except his blood type and that's only because she never took her clothes off and allowed him to f*ck bareback. imagine "gringo sex tourist" with a [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord123][CodeWord123][/url], sexual assualt, allegation. pobrecito (poor fella'.)

so "gringo sex tourist" thought it would be wise to report this incident to hotel security with verguenza (shame.) this is nicaragua: you're ass-out! police do not exist and you being a gringo sex tourist disrespecting the women of the country is not cool. yeah, we have little money, but we have pride and we especially have pride in our women. you f*cking gringos we have never liked and have fought you for 150 years and will continue is the population's mentality. get in where you fit in and for gringos this is not your safety haven: mexico, costa rica, and panama are your safety havens, not nicaragua!

"gringo sex tourist" is the latest broma (joke) at the hotel. "gringo sex tourist" is the latest adviso (warning) on sex tourism. "gringo sex tourist" could have easily been you! i only hope his stolen items were not insured or owned by the company or else he has to relive this post to the appropriate authorities and superiors.

¡pobrecito!

[QUOTE=Grand Pollo]Please actually go to Nicaragua, then have an experience other than reading, then comment. We can all google and read news.

If you as I did, go to the Mercado Oriental to photograph the embedded brothel (Callejon de la Muerte) you will take, as I did, your driver, a body guard to watch your back and in this case as my driver has a gun and an permit, a gun and a permit. We actually planned to go back at night and had arranged to hire two off duty cops for US$20 (total for 2 hours) and they were bringing their AK-47's so by comparison we were relatively unstrapped.

Even shopping for anything major where you have to go in with a fair amount of dough, a gun or guard makes sense. [/QUOTE][b]"Xdred" is a cool USA guy that I enjoyed meeting, guiding him around Managua, and developing a friendship. This was his experience on day 7 of his trip socializing in a local, non-mainstream brothel. [/b]

"Xdred" is an adventureous mature individual. Everyday he chose to walk the streets solito (alone explore the slums, aka Nicaragua; and break bread with the locals. Had "Xdred" not possessed foreign experience on how to make friends with locals this story could have ended-up different.

As a visible tourist it was only a matter of time before the streets came calling. His daily entry into the barrio only meant one thing- he was going to the neighborhood brothel. The routine was becoming common knowledge among la gente (the people.) He was becoming a convient target and trophy.

"Xdred" entered the sector as he had done the previous six (6) days of his vacation. Dos ladrones (two thieves) sat at upon their motorcycle drinking a gaseosa (soft drink) when "Xdred" walked past them. Having assumed his destination as being the brothel the ladrones actually viewed him enter the brothel. To enter most brothels in Nicaragua the customer must be checked by metal detector; frisked by armed security; and all customers and workers are locked-in. Only the armed security guard can open the burglar gate to exit. At this particular brothel armed weapons possessed by the customers are present, but discrete. (ie. Concealed Carry Handgun permits exist in Nicaragua.) "Xdred" told me, Meat Loaf, that as he passed the ladrones they stated in accented English, "That's the guy I've been telling you about, " in reference to "Xdred. "

Not expecting to see "Xdred" at the brothel on Saturday, I was already working on my bottle of rum as I practiced my salsa dancing with the ladies. Witnessing "Xdred" arrive we exchange pleasantries for a few minutes before I adjourned to the bedroom to cure my "second girlfriend. " Having more shaft than an elevator she came in the cowgirl position and moaned caballo (horse d*ck.)

While I was curing her womanly needs "Xdred" sat among the 100% local customer-base. Having become a familiar face at this location through my introduction nobody molested (bothered) "Xdred" nor payed him any special attention. "Xdred" is searching for his own brothel or hang out and only using my location for educational purposes.

As I'm balls-deep in 'ol girl I hear accented, but gramatically correct English being spoken. Immediately I knew they were speaking to "Xdred. " The conversation was 100% anti-Gringo: "I use to live in the USA; my family lives in the USA; I served in the Marines; I'm back in Nicaragua, my country; what are you doing here; " and other words of preparation for an oncoming assault were spoken by the deportees. Fortunately, "Xdred" read my post days prior concerning these types of individuals and the anger they possess. This helped "Xdred" navigate the situation because the ladrone deportees went full-blown anti-Gringo 100% in English. "Xdred" trumped these cabrones by speaking Spanish.

The 100% capitalano (city resident) brothel became shocked and impressed when "Xdred" switched out of English, which was being spoken by the deportees to a Gringo, and into Spanish so all could understand. In Spanish, "Xdred" said some sh*t and everyone immediately stood alongside "Xdred. "

Armed security approached the deportees; the caja (cashier) secured her area behing burglar bars and bullet proof glass; the girls came running into the back for safety; and the customers continued drinking their adult beverages while being entertained. The bilingual, former USA residents were instructed to leave at gunpoint with no further tonterias o playto (bullsh*t) being said; just hatred in their eyes being directed towards "Xdred! "

I, Meat Loaf, was still working on load #2 with my "second girlfriend" during this episode and didn't know the danger "Xdred" was placed in. Finally, I fertilized her flower, showered, and we left the room in tandem. In the hallway the girls who had sought refuge were gossiping about the altercation. I overheard the laughter and went to the table where "Xdred" oversaw my bottle of rum. This courageous, non-timid mature Gringo, "Xdred, " told me about what transpired just minutes ealier. "Wow" was my response as I had a trago (drink I informed "Xdred" that he's an easy target due to visibility and at anytime things can get really dangerous for him with the blessing of the government! Little interest will be given by law enforcement because you're a Gringo. It's actually a negative.

"Xdred" informed me that he had to speak Spanish "in order to get the people (la gente) on his side. " Had "Xdred" not been able to communicate in Spanish the situation could have went anti-Gringo among all fourty (40) Nicaraguans. I, Meat Loaf, would have not been in peril since I no longer possess USA citizenship nor passport. (Bolivarian Movement is Real: Eradicating the influence of North America throughout Latin America.)

These two individuals entered the brothel looking for Gringo blood and possessions. For they didn't purchase ni bebida (not a drink) and attempted to open a barrel of whoop-ass immediately upon entrance. After about 30-minutes of story telling by "Xdred" he received a phone call and had to attend the meeting he had scheduled for 1400 hours. Curious on who the ladrone deportees were I walked the block with "Xdred" in search. I do know one neighborhood resident with three (3) strikes for armed violence, but wasn't able to locate him. "Xdred" and I exhausted our efforts and he boarded a taxi to his destination. I, Meat Loaf, returned to the brothel where everyone told me the story and how they were impressed by the strength of "Xdred. " They confessed that his association with me, Meat Loaf, liberated them to aide "Xdred" in the event something kicked-off.

Advice: This aint no joke, Nicaragua! If you have zero (0%) experience ultramar (overseas) in slums this aint for you. "Xdred" is seasoned ultramar and that education was valuable in him sqaushing this episode. Again, this is the #2 ghetto in the hemisphere of 33 countries which represents 2/7 of the world's continents. Only Haiti is worse!

"Xdred" passed his first unsolicited test beautifully and now he can wait for the second, third, and fourth through infinity "Gringo-check! " I was amazed to learn that "Xdred" extended his trip another week after this episode: Either "Xdred" has some balls, is foolish, or loves uncertainty in life and limb to have extended his trip.

Maybe "Grand Pollo" is right in regards to protection and the need to have armed bodyguards!

[QUOTE=Meat Loaf] This story is written based upon facts disclosed by Gringo victim. It took courage to admit to this experience and should serve as a lesson for others. [/QUOTE]Gracias, Sr. Meat Loaf for spreading the word.

I must admit, a SW offer to "traga todo el leche" (drink all the jizz) is an attractive one. However, the downsides to a SW far outway the upsides.

When in MGA, I spent most of my mongering time in the brothels. However, I ignored the advice on the forum and, as an experiment looked for SWs. When I cruised Caretera Masaya, I found the quality and quantity of the SW to be lacking.

As I have reported earlier on this forum, every single interaction I have had with Managua streetwalkers has been a very bad experience.

Word of warning: When approached by a SW on the street, don't talk to them. Don't let them touch you. Instead, run the other way. Many will try to distract you and rob you!

The brothels are safer, far more controlled environment. The quality of the women (attractiveness) is much higher in the brothels. The girls are clean and groomed. They are routinely checked for disease. Much more convenient as you can complete the session onsite.

[QUOTE=Water Boy]Gracias, Sr. Meat Loaf for spreading the word.

I must admit, a SW offer to "traga todo el leche" (drink all the jizz) is an attractive one. However, the downsides to a SW far outway the upsides.

When in MGA, I spent most of my mongering time in the brothels. However, I ignored the advice on the forum and, as an experiment looked for SWs. When I cruised Caretera Masaya, I found the quality and quantity of the SW to be lacking.

As I have reported earlier on this forum, every single interaction I have had with Managua streetwalkers has been a very bad experience.

Word of warning: When approached by a SW on the street, don't talk to them. Don't let them touch you. Instead, run the other way. Many will try to distract you and rob you!

The brothels are safer, far more controlled environment. The quality of the women (attractiveness) is much higher in the brothels. The girls are clean and groomed. They are routinely checked for disease. Much more convenient as you can complete the session onsite.[/QUOTE]I know of another victim as well who was robbed in his rental car.

As I remember also, my friend from Villa Fontana, Managua, was robbed by the SWs as he received a BBBJ on the street from a SW. She took his watch and some money. He should have known better being a Nicaraguan born and reared in Managua, but when he gets drunk, he gets robbed. He's wealthy- Villa Fontana- which makes it more of a shame.

I don't know of the disease statement though "Water Boy! " AIDS (SIDA) is rampant throughout Nicaragua! I always wear two (2) condoms for everything! Son sucia (they are dirty! )

Greetings,

I'm a longtime lurker and always grateful for others' reports and the colorful narratives some members bring to the forum. Recently some folks have suggested that MGA isn't worth the time, tourist-wise, suggesting there's not much there.

I write to collegially and respectfully disagree. Even all the guidebooks make the same mistake, in my view, suggesting that MGA is a great place to spend half-a-day before moving on elsewhere, making a bus or plane connection.

I fell in love with the city my first time there, and it has stayed constant during my eight or so visits, some for a few days, some for a few months.

Visiting churches, markets, restaurants, different barrios, cafes, museums, galleries, churches.- the music!.- it's an astonishing city, and no end (in my very humble opinion) of things to see and to do. I feel at home there.

And that's not even the best part: the people of MGA are among the friendliest I've ever met.

I know I'm in the minority here, and that's okay

I also like the Diamond Club (ever meet Cassandra? ), a spot that usually gets dismissed as a rip-off joint. I've had nothing but good times there: good drinks, friendly bartenders, and attractive, smart, women to spend time with.

At any rate.- hope you all are well.- have safe travels.

Best,

Michael

Awoke as usual 0530 and finished the first pack of Belmont light cigarettes by 0930. Had the usual breakfast, five cups strong coffee, two eggs, rice and beans.

Before going further I would like to again thank and extend my personal gratitude to senior ISG Mate “Meat Loaf” for meeting up with fellow ISG member in need.

Without his help “In Country Operational Brief” it is certain my activities, would have been severely limited in scope. Meat Loaf is a warm true gentleman, “Larger Than Life Type Persona” well respected in these parts and sought after by the beautiful Nica chicas.

For the last two days, scoping out slum number two, daytime activities by foot, gradually increasing penetration in preparation for a dark (Night) injection. This is the area near Club Azul, a small brothel documented by Meat Loaf. My quest is to locate my own personal “reservada” (small location without business license or markings) and become the Male Alpha. This will certainly [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] off the current “Top Dog” but I’m gonna do it anyway, Risk verses Reward. Fu** these reservadas are tougher to find than weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. This is where following the Tona signs and talking with locals has yielded nothing. My theory is the owners market their establishments personally combined with word of mouth.

Knowing this time would come when one must walk down a lonely dark path, alone has been in the back of my mind. Not having prior knowledge or advanced logistics support “Meat Loaf” dutifully walking by my side, personal confidence level suffered. It would be difficult to document everything going down since operational hours have been extended 0530 to 0330. Working two shifts combined with personal detail is tough on the body and mind. You are simply not going to be as sharp on second duty. “Risk check”

Entered the slum at 2200 and returned back into the system 0200. A reservada was not located this trip. One more attempt will be made before giving up on this area and moving on to slum number three where prep work has began.

Club Azul is off the beaten path and not worth the effort or risk. About a bakers dozen or so *****s earning short paychecks. The rooms (cabins) where one is expected to fu** are foul all to the senses.

More later as it is finally time to get a bit of sleep.

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[QUOTE=Meat Loaf][b The 100% capitalano (city resident) brothel became shocked and impressed when "Xdred" switched out of English, which was being spoken by the deportees to a Gringo, and into Spanish so all could understand. In Spanish, "Xdred" said some sh*t and everyone immediately stood alongside "Xdred. "[/QUOTE]There are many ways to enter into this particular slum, however being tired and sleep deprived from previous days I just said Fu** it and entered on a small foot bridge where several thugs sell crack and hold court, since it is the shortest route.. They have already seen this gringo many times and are going to be forced to accept my presence “Street Respect”.

Crossed the bridge without incident and turned the corner by a small store. Just after the store there was one guy on a motorcycle talking on his cell phone. He told the other party in Spanish (not english as reported by Meat Loaf) the guy is coming I have been telling you about. This is not good. Entered the brothel as usual and began interaction with the chicas. My thought at this time was they would attempt to rob me when leaving the area. Since Meat Loaf was there, no worries. I was wrong. As loaf was balls deep, two criminals entered the brothel. Immediately they took position on a couch sitting directly to my front. The leader immediately began speaking fluent English in a loud commanding tone of voice. After putting up with his shit trying to befriend me while disrespecting the locals (in English) for five minutes or so a stand had to be made. I told him to speak in Spanish which he reluctantly did after being told twice. He started the same, this time in Spanish and showed hate toward me. He said “You have a problem with me?” My response “Si Yes” Basically, loose translation “Not only do I have a fucking problem with you everyone here thinks you’re an asshole because you show no respect,

The locals took my side and the two were forced to leave as described by Meat Loaf.

Xdred

[B]Meat Loaf mongered with "Xdred" marking his Day 6 experience. Meat Loaf introduced "Xdred" to another ISG Senior Member temporarily working in Managua who will be referred to "Meat Loaf Arrogance Victim."[/B]

My day started by not having any electricity for the second consecutive day. This wasn't too bad considering some of my neighbors had been without electricity for five days. Needless to say, I was on day two of an all day party and spoke with "Xdred" via cellphone as I checked e-mails at an internet cafe ten (10) blocks away. Our conversation culminated with us agreeing to begin our mongering activities at 0930 hrs.

Already at the brothel drinking a bottle of rum and speaking with "my girls," "Xdred" walked-in about one (1) hour tarde (late.) We shared company at a table and discussed his brothel exploration from the day prior. Hours passed; smiles glistened; and friendships matured. Having disclosed to "Xdred" about another ISG Senior Member who wanted to monger, I invited "Xdred" to the reunion (meeting.) In early afternoon all three ISG Senior Members met.

"Meat Loaf Arrogance Victim" was another occupational professional who had very limited exposure in Nicaragua and wanted to experience the nonsense I write about everyday on ISG. Sharing my second bottle with "Meat Loaf Arrogance Victim" we got the party started. "Meat Loaf Arrogance Victim" knew of my daytime preference so he knew it would be a short-time that we shared.

Just for a change of pace all three ISG Senior Members went to a watering hole where the days of rum drinking and good salsa music had me in a zone. Having pre-arranged these two (2) ISG Senior Members to meet some of my other associates whom I thought would be good conversation we boarded a taxi.

Traveling for a great distance, the ISG Senior Members must have wondered where are we going? Where is Meat Loaf, a stranger in a foreign land, taking us? "Meat Loaf Arrogance Victim" cannot speak ni palabra (not a word) of Spanish and therefore in total assistance of a trained bilingual guide: "Meat Loaf Arrogance Victim" when at Taco Bell restaurant orders the menu through point-and-click due to his inability to speak Spanish! Finally we arrived close to the destination.

This non-pro location was presented strictly for the ambiance and view. Very few locations in Managua are upscale or present a memorable visual. Nobody was going to get any ass nor conversation at this location, but served as meeting place for all ISG Senior Members to converse with Meat Loaf associates who are ex-pats. The handful of few ex-pats in Nicaragua tend to know one another for safety reasons: When someone needs assistance only a fellow ex-pat will aide because they may be in a similar situation soon, real soon.

"Xdred" and "Meat Loaf Arrogance Victim" hit-it-off very well with my associates and the conversation was natural. As the five Gringos spoke English in a sea of Spanish-speakers Meat Loaf became jealous. Meat Loaf started to feel that he wasn't getting enough attention. Meat Loaf combined with days of alcohol; days of living in the dark; and a pocket full of Cordobas got arrogant and started talking sh*t to "Meat Loaf Arrogance Victim!" To Meat Loaf's surprise, "Meat Loaf Arrogance Victim" held his own and threw back more sh*t than a stable boy. Knowing I had little reserves in the tank to continue the night partying with the two (2) ISG Senior Members, I suggested that they leave for their next location under the guidance of "Xdred." Meat Loaf completed his meal, took a taxi home, and slept like a drunken baby.

Arising in the morning, I felt like shit. I felt bad not from the alcohol, but from me behaiving like an asshole to "Meat Loaf Arrogance Victim." I sent "Meat Loaf Arrogance Victim" a PM complete with my apologies and offer to re-guide him through Nicaragua. Still not feeling well, I called "Meat Loaf Arrogance Victim" on his cellular phone. "Meat Loaf Arrogance Victim" was extremely jovial upon receiving my phone call. I verbally apologized to "Meat Loaf Arrogance Victim" for my behaivor only to hear: "This was the best time I've had in Managua for the one (1) month I've been here. You were great! If you want to go out again it's no problem. I liked the people you introduced me to and we're going to party on Tuesday. Thanks!"

Obviously, I was surprised! I still feel bad even after such gratitude. I guess I'm not as arrogant as I would like to be. Later conversation with "Xdred" relayed their night together mongering at Fenix.

ISG Members are true gentleman and treat mongering as professionals treat their occupations / careers.

[B]Readers of Meat Loaf posts know that I, Meat Loaf, love talkin' sh*t with truth for your ears. Staying true to you this post is no different.[/B]

So you married the gal and thought you'd get more p*ssy because you have more contact and access. Or you allowed her to move into your home under the same mis-perception. Even worse, you moved into her home where she is the only person listed on the lease ensurng she remains "King" and you her b*tch. Forget about sleeping on the couch after an argument; she'll simply tell you to leave while threating to call the police at which time they'll force you to leave or receive a domestic violence arrest. Under all of the above scenarios the p*ssy dries-up leaving you the only choice but to monger.

The current calendar used by Western Society dictates 28, 30, or 31 days in a month. The calendar used by God, Allah, Budda, Jah, Dios, Satan, or whomever you deem the higher power, if one does exist, dictates a 28-day calendar for females. This makes me assume that males must abide by the female calendar. "Aunt Flo" makes her visit sometimes at the perfect time eliminating weeks of worry. Then again, sometimes she visits the aforementioned housemate when you have more wood than Paul Bunyan. It is at this second juncture where man-and-woman must decide the depths of their sexual attraction for one another. The linen closet must also be checked for supplies.

Regardless of the outcome from such discussion, you have self-inflicted the limitation of p*ssy by one (1) week. Where are you going to get relief? Do you want ketchup covering your salchicha y huevos (sausage and eggs?) You can always opt for crema from a puta (prostitute.) How selfish are the women who get upset; feel betrayed; or end relationships simply because she's on injured reserve list during "Aunt Flos" visit. If your pecker couldn't rise to the occassion wouldn't she look elsewhere while berating your manhood? The days of you spending time with "Rosie Palm" were suppose to end when you became her housemate, but she's recommending, damn near mandating, her presence.

The more time I spend f*cking various women is the more I'm becoming convinced that the sex-employee is only viable solution. It's having a housemate, but not just one- three. Does any sports team or company only rely upon one individual or do they have reserves, farm systems, and middle management to recruit from? Exactly. Too bad for you she prohibits such professional mananagement and forces you to be her b*tch.

One (1) week for "Aunt Flos" visit plus her habit of rationing the p*ssy as if she has a shortage means life for you sucks for possibly 28-day cycles. No wonder you guys love International Sex Guide: "ISG Take Me Away!"

Every morning I arise at approximately 0330 hrs. or when the neighbor's roosters begin their day. Usually within 30 minutes from that time I unload the morning wood nutt into the lucky lady who shares the bed with me. Happy is she, whomever that may be, when I roll over and spread those legs open for a 20 cm bendicion (blessing.) Today was not a normal morning.

Today everything was in the air was foul because the roosters didn't wake me up. In fact, it was a battery of gunshots that woke me up! Memories of the United States and its gang activity, school shootings, and wimps hiding in police uniforms for courage crossed my mind. Why those that are wimps by nature choose to gain courage through police uniforms, judgeships, or military uniforms is weak: For they truly are weak and no different than gang bangers. Not all fall into this category, but those that are weak by nature or abuse power do.

Nonetheless, I counted the shots beginning at three (3,) 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, and two (2) shotgun blasts to culminate the festivities: Boom, Boom echoed throughout the block(s.) 'Oh shit! They want that 'maf*cka'! Ooooh. Viva Nicaragua was my mental and verbal reaction. There was no pause or delay during the entire disparon (gunshooting.) (Most handguns in Nicaragua hold fifteen bullet clips compared to the USA current law of eleven or USA guns of yesterday with seventeen.)

I was certain not to mis-diagnose the sounds for Catholic church firework celebrations, or industrial explosions, or other intrusive sonidos (sounds.) Again, I'm from the USA and no other "civilized" country shoots more guns, kills one another, or incarcerates more of its citizens than the "Land of the Free, Home of the Brave." Hence, I know gunshots.

Afterward the fireworks ended I waited attentively to hear Cruz Roja sirens approaching the scene. They never arrived. The sirens never rang out. Yes, this is Nicaragua and "911" services are non-existent in reality: What's more common-place are the neighbors and family members loading the victims into the trunks of their cars or the bed of their pick-up and driving them to the nearest hospital. At the hospital receiving services with no insurance or cash payment, for anybody including foreigners, is not going to happen! Advice: Buy some international traveler health insurance.

Mid-morning everyone was gossiping on our morning alarm clock. I have yet to learn who or where this event occurred, but had to be within a few blocks from my upper-middle class home. I'll learn more at a later time for further reporting.

Bang, Bung, Bung.

As often occurs in the literary community, an author may choose to retire his or her "pen name" opting for another. I, Meat Loaf, will be doing such. I, Meat Loaf, also will be choosing to post under various threads. This action is not being undertaken for the sake of action or protectionism, but was the original idea when Meat Loaf began scribing.

Over the life of Meat Loaf posts I have posted the majority of content on the Nicaraguan boards due to its inactivity, but actually lived in various countries which were not revealed. My international lifestyle and personal interest in history and culture enabled my posts to be intricate, in-depth, and vivid. Furthermore, the stories and lifestyle described within Meat Loaf's posts encompassed the entirety of my 33 years. Please approach the information revealed with caution and care for some embelishment may have occurred.

Your ability to infiltrate communities and become accepted is la clave (the key) to your survival, success, and experience. Remember prostitution is illegal worldwide with few exceptions. Further caution should be exercised in this "hobby" for you, because the employees and owners in the sex trade are usually active in other criminal activity and may not view it as a "hobby, " like ISG members do!

Who was "Meat Loaf? " Clear your mind of North American sterotypes and get international. Repetitively I have disclosed that my stories are not indicative of your future success: Don't think I too can do that! If you still hold intrigue please read every post and every word for the answer is within the post.

I, Meat Loaf, have had various doors open to me in the literary arts through the posts I've contributed to ISG. And being that ISG is making me personally zero ($0) income and I am spending hours writing these stories, I am choosing to enter the publishing community where additional income will be earned through my words.

Jackson, I thank you for allowing Meat Loaf to practice his penmanship on your forumn and ISG Senior Membership. Take care everyone that admirers my prose and as you have become familiar with my writing style so when it reappears under a different "pen name" on ISG you will know it's "Meat Loaf. " I Thoroughly Enjoyed Entertaining You Through Words and Languages.

Is Meat Loaf = Keyser Soze from the movie, "The Usual Suspects? "

Sincerely,
Meat Loaf
August 16, 2007

[QUOTE=Meat Loaf]Dear Hombres hembramados (horny guys

Gentleman, please don't visit Nicaragua based upon Meat Loaf tails / tells / tales!

You guys that read these tales are located throughout the world, mostly North America, and probably are older than 45 years of age. The far majority of you guys are almost collecting social security if not already. I make this statement because most young guys my age, 33, are doing the family thing and don't have the disposable income to travel abroad solo. Their disposable income is spent on family stuff. Hence, I reference you older gentleman frequently.

I know my non-fiction stories are entertaining, encouraging, and very vivid, but this does not translate into being a source for tourism. What I have accomplished in my male-female relations could have, was, and will be achieved in any country I reside. (See Panama City, Panama; Cd. Juarez, Mexico; etcetera.) Being the same age as the girls makes all of interactions easy and my ability to communicate in Spanish makes a world of difference. As a resident of Nicaragua I'm a familiar face and personality to which they become accustom. A 1-week tourist will not have the same interaction that I describe in my stories: A 1-week tourist who cannot speak Spanish will definitely not have the same or even similar interaction that I describe in my stories.

Conclusion: The basis of my stories are not existant because I'm in Nicaragua, but becuase I'm Meat Loaf! Your visiting Nicaragua for 1-week based upon my stories is not going to yield similar experiences that I post.

Nicaragua has zero (0%) ambiance! Nicaragua has zero (0%) to do or see. Well, there is little to see here that justifies your visit. Of the sights to see: (1) Old buildings with pretty paint in Granada; (2) a volcano in Masaya; (3) the beach in San Juan del Sur; (4) MetroCentro shopping center in Managua; (5) the beach in Bluefields and Corn Islands; (6) a coffee plantation in Matalgalpa; (7) a poluted lake in Managua and a clean lake in Granada / Rivas; (8) statues of FSLN, the Sandanista political party; and that's about it. Things of culture like ballets, symphonies, museums worthy of international travel, sporting events of international caliber, etcetera are non-existant!

Conclusion: A 1-week vacation will yield little activity beyond what I've described above. Neighboring countries have built a tourism infrastructure that justifies international travel while Nicaragua has not. Your vacation to Nicaragua will yield little stories for your friends and family beyond the statement that you visited Nicaragua.

If you guys are reading my tales and using my tales as a reference for your next vacation or job transfer, please do not. Again, my stories are indeed entertaining, but should not be used as a proxy for international travel. Maybe if you're in the neighborhood passing through, but to board a plane with the fnial destination being MGA is not my recommendation.

Conclusion: Don't use my stories as a tourism source. When watching Rambo movies; listening to 50-Cents rap music; or Black Sabbath albums you do not try to imitate their action, neither should you attempt to imitate Meat Loaf tales.

Many ISG Senior Members have PM'd me and many stealth readers may be developing the notion that I'm attempting to hoard the girls and the country for myself. Am I? Yes, but I'm also being 100% honest and objective. You guys aren't my competition because you don't live here and wouldn't move here to compete for the girls and commerce. A 1-week vacation to bang my girls isn't worth concern so I'm really not worried about a few more snakes-in-the-grass (dicks in vaginas with hair.) Lastly, most of you guys don't have a chance with these girls beyond foreign direct investment nor would you really want to. I'm writing this post as a courtesy to my fellow-ISG members.

Conclusion: You guys aren't my competition, but are my fellow-ISG members. I'm not trying to cock-block, but am trying to tell you the reality of my intentions.

There are no pretty sights to see. The streets in Nicaragua are either dirt roads or torn-up cobble stone with pot holes throughout. The taxis do not have any shocks and rarely do doors open using the handle (see Dukes of Hazard.) Garbage is strewn throughout the streets, drainage canals, and yards. A cultural trait of throwing your garbage into the streets and not using garbage cans, that don't exist, is the norm. Conclusion: Nicaragua is a torn down country not pleasing to the eye and wouldn't make memorable pictures worth of international travel.

Fellas, as much as I enjoy writing these high-caliber stories please do not use these tales as a tourism reference. Your 3-day or 7-day vacation will be much better spent in a neighboring country that has built the infrastructure for tourism. Nicaragua has zero (0%) infrastructure for the citizens more less a tourist.

I'm glad that I have earned many admirers for my stories and respect all the readers, but please don't visit Nicaragau based upon Meat Loaf tales. For a well-rounded and real vacation I recommend visiting a neighboring country.

Thank You,

Meat Loaf[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=Meat Loaf]As often occurs in the literary community, an author may choose to retire his or her "pen name" opting for another. I, Meat Loaf, will be doing such. I, Meat Loaf, also will be choosing to post under various threads. This action is not being undertaken for the sake of action or protectionism, but was the original idea when Meat Loaf began scribing.[/QUOTE]Estimado Meat Loaf - sorry to see you retire. Even though I have little intention of returning to Nicaraugua, I have visited the forum religiously to read your posts for their entertainment value! You who have helped keep Nicaragua on the mongering map.

Thank you for all your informative posts!

Good bye Meat Loaf , you will be sorely missed !