Cartagena Reports

[QUOTE=Xpartan;2174221]Just curious. Reading some scary reports and how Cartagena touts won't take "no" for an answer. How do the veterans suggest we should deal with them. When a smile and "no gracia" won't cut it -- then what?[/QUOTE]That's fine. I sometimes say 'no gracias, dios te bendiga. ' I go often enough many of them call out my name when I first arrive. I don't really buy from vendors usually but I got to know a few when shooting the shit with them. The touts stopped trying to con me after my first few visits when they realized I was wise to their tricks.

I heard some funny stories about that playa hollywood tout Tony. Evidently he had a website somewhere and some of his customers got mad and defaced it. When I see him these days he's usually very low key just chilling. Did he have a fall from grace or is he the big boss now?

Hey what's up.

I am going to CTG and I know prices are higher but I need to know What not to pay. I would like to what the going rate is now, What locals pay and where exactly should I be going. I do not and I repeat do not need to be charged 150,000. I am looking for a decent but firm backsided girls. Thanks in advance.

[QUOTE=ShawnJ1215;2176377]Hey what's up.

I am going to CTG and I know prices are higher but I need to know What not to pay. I would like to what the going rate is now, What locals pay and where exactly should I be going. I do not and I repeat do not need to be charged 150,000. I am looking for a decent but firm backsided girls. Thanks in advance.[/QUOTE]150 k is what the locals (Colombians) pay in Cartagena. If you want cheap try the centro brothels in Medellin. You might haggle down to 100 k in Cartagena but don't expect much from it.

It's Wednesday and we had a good night sleep. I'm in the bedroom with access to the patio so if I crack open the sliding door a bit, I can hear the waves hitting the beach all night. The bed is comfortable enough and I got 4 pillows. The shower was awesome hot but with only two towels, there is nothing to place on the floor as a bath mat, so the tile is very slippery both in the bathroom and throughout the entire unit. We called down to front desk and requested more towels.

Decided we were going to do our stock up shopping and then check out Hollywood beach to get a lay of the land. Wingman already out for coffee so we meet up at the little cafe a few doors down. A couple of cute girls as waitresses and ours is fun and trying to learn some English. Had a simple breakfast, 2 eggs, rice and beans with a side order of toast. With added tip, 12,000 cop ($4.60 usd).

A cab to a few streets south of the beach to a grocery store. We walked off and found a booth selling beach shit. We bought four towels for showers at the condo (4 x 3,000= 12,000 cop $4.60 usd) and I bought two huge beach towels, one said Cartagena and the other said London with a London skyline on it. No idea why it was there but I asked for the biggest she had as I am 6-4. Got both towels which are good quality and cool souvenirs too, for 50,000 ($19.25 usd).

Back to the grocery store, what a scene. Three times as many people that fit in there, skinny isles that can barely fit two carts side by side, never mind people too. No reason to get aggravated, everyone is always in a good mood and good vibes. Only one pushy asshole in the place. We stocked up on soda, beer, snacks, fruit, food and shower stuff for the girls, the normal shit. Costs us just under 100,000 ($38.50 usd) for 8 bags of stuff. Cab back to unit, unload and off to the beach about 1 pm.

We walked the 5 minutes and there you are. Along the way you are always offered the same things but street vendors that take no for an answer. Fruit, hats, bracelets, Rolex watches, cigars, sunglasses and trips to Playa Blanca. Over and over, no matter where you go, you will be offered these things. Most of the guys are reasonable and just take no thanks and move on.

Before we even hit the sand, we meet our first tout selling cabanas. Just 20,000 for the day, what a bargain. Uh, not. We say no thanks and keep walking and our new friend escorts us to the sand. And then to the beach and then the entire length of the beach right up to the rocks that separate it from Playa Boca. I guess his turf ends there. LOL. Offering us cabana, drinks, food and girls the entire way. The best in all of Cartagena. We said no thanks 100 times and he just kept walking and talking while we ignored him and talked in English. After testing if he would walk the entire beach, we turn around and walk half way back to where the only girls on the beach were, to drop our towels on the beach and start my tan. He finally gave up but the reprieve only lasted moments.

Next is the tanning lotion and massage girls. Beastly looking things that are extremely aggressive and basically deaf. It starts with a simple ask and a simple no thank you. Then they start to just rub some lotion on your legs despite your clear no thank you and stop. You literally have to swat their hands away or move your body out of their reach or they will just continue. Then they walk around you and start with the massage on the shoulders. No thank you. They keep going. Pull away they keep going. You got to just push their hands away before they stop and give up. Sat around for a few hours, drinking the few beers we brought and there is a nice gentleman who walks around with a cooler of ice cold local can beer for 3,000 cop ($1. 15 usd).

It was a Wednesday afternoon and the place was dead. Maybe 5 or 6 groups of older locals and a group of 3 20-something hotties enjoying taking pictures of themselves.

We stopped at the BBQ place on the way back for lunch. Had the shrimp off the grill with rice and fries. Nothing special but ok. Can't remember what we paid. Back to the pad and some rest, just hanging out and watching / listening to the MTV equivalent on the TV. Wingman said he wanted to wait till closer to the weekend to check out the clock tower, and since I had success the night before using the photpro site, I was just browsing the selection of girls. About 9 pm wingman decides he doesn't like ordering girls like ordering a pizza so he wants to go to the tower. By 10 pm we are there and what a surprise for a Wednesday night and so early. There was over 100 girls milling about and about 20 guys at most. It was pick of the litter and from what I could see by the numbers, prices were going to be reasonable.

We grabbed a few beers from the street vendors and sat a bench to watch the scene. Unlike in Costa Rica, the girls don't really approach many guys. They are more reserved, using a nice smile or nod and a finger wave to come here. Not very aggressive and very low key. I did notice when a nicer looking gentleman entered the scene, a few of the girls would approach and put themselves in a better eye line or closer to their target, some would even approach and introduce themselves. The John Goodman's of the group did not get approached but they always did walk away with some nice looking prey.

We got hot and went into the British Pub to cool off and a few more beers. Wingman said he wasn't feeling it and would probably just bail out. I said no problemo amigo and as we were leaving he saw her. Short and sexy thing, dark hair, mid skin and rocking body with a very cute face. Boom. Plans change quickly. She was with her sister, a hot body girl a few years older than her but she had braces and I hate that. She also had a tattoo across her upper chest (among others) that said DAD in big letters. Now I appreciate her mourning her lost father but man, what a bad fucking choice of size and location.

As I turn around a tall, skinny cutie with a nice rack and an ass you can bounce a dime off of approaches. After a few minutes of, I don't speak Spanish and using a translator and my amigo translating too, I can sense she was a bit untamed. A bit too loud, a bit too animated and a bit too under dressed showing off her assets. My brain was saying pass dude, pass but my little brain was imagining saddling this chica so I decided to give her a trial run. I said 150,000 ($57.70 usd) for two hours and some party material if she wanted which she agreed immediately. As we are negotiating she licks her lips over and over and grabbed my package. This is a major rules violation for me and should have been immediate disqualification but for some reason, I was hooked. Maybe breaking the rules can be fun I reasoned, she's really wild, this will be great, what could possibly go wrong?

A 5 minute cab ride back to pad and wingman and his girl are dancing and getting playful in the living room. I take mine out to the porch for some drinks and lines. She keeps talking Spanish which I don't understand but I don't care. I'm just feeling her up and rubbing on her and she likes it. A few beers later and into the bedroom we go. She's naked in a flash and laying on the bed, legs spread and eyes closed. I'm like what the fuck is going on. I've been in a lot of situations but this one is a new one. What am I supposed to do? Just get naked and climb on? I decide to just wait and see what happens. I took my shirt off and leaned against the furniture drinking a beer and she started enjoying herself with her fingers and keep licking her lips and staring at my crotch. You would think would be hot and get you motivated but it was just so mechanical and odd that I wasn't feeling it. I think I laughed at one point and then tried to get her out of the bed. I told her to go take a shower and she gave me the pouty face and went to the bathroom.

I jumped in with her, washed up quick and jumped out to give her some time. A few minutes later she came back wrapped in a towel. Her attitude had changed completely, she was beat already. Too much party material and too many beers, she was a casualty at this point. Spent some time getting her in the mood again but it was obvious she was tired and there was no energy or passion. A quick blowjob and she climbed on top. She looked half asleep, her makeup was smeared and I just banged one out to get it over with. She looked good up there but not a lot of fun banging a girl that isn't into it. She was down and apologizing for not being fun and I was saying it's ok, you can go. She wanted to stay but I wasn't going to be responsible for this one in the morning so I said no thanks, I was tired and like to sleep alone. Gave her 150,000 ($57) and 10,000 ($4) for a cab and saw her to the door.

Kind of a letdown compared to all my imagination had conjured up but mostly my fault. Let her partake in way too many lines, way too many beers and I let her crotch grab, a major violation, go unchecked. I got what I deserved. Hey, wasn't horrible, I got a quick nut off and the damage was $61. What's to complain about?

Went to sleep thinking, I will not break the rules, I will not break the rules, I will not break the rules.

Wasn't the night I had imagined but all in all, not a bad day.

[QUOTE=Linyjo;2176897]It's Wednesday and we had a good night sleep. I'm in the bedroom with access to the patio so if I crack open the sliding door a bit, I can hear the waves hitting the beach all night. The bed is comfortable enough and I got 4 pillows. The shower was awesome hot but with only two towels, there is nothing to place on the floor as a bath mat, so the tile is very slippery both in the bathroom and throughout the entire unit. We called down to front desk and requested more towels.

Decided we were going to do our stock up shopping and then check out Hollywood beach to get a lay of the land. Wingman already out for coffee so we meet up at the little cafe a few doors down. A couple of cute girls as waitresses and ours is fun and trying to learn some English. Had a simple breakfast, 2 eggs, rice and beans with a side order of toast. With added tip, 12,000 cop ($4.60 usd).

A cab to a few streets south of the beach to a grocery store. We walked off and found a booth selling beach shit. We bought four towels for showers at the condo (4 x 3,000= 12,000 cop $4.60 usd) and I bought two huge beach towels, one said Cartagena and the other said London with a London skyline on it. No idea why it was there but I asked for the biggest she had as I am 6-4. Got both towels which are good quality and cool souvenirs too, for 50,000 ($19.25 usd).

Back to the grocery store, what a scene. Three times as many people that fit in there, skinny isles that can barely fit two carts side by side, never mind people too. No reason to get aggravated, everyone is always in a good mood and good vibes. Only one pushy asshole in the place. We stocked up on soda, beer, snacks, fruit, food and shower stuff for the girls, the normal shit. Costs us just under 100,000 ($38.50 usd) for 8 bags of stuff. Cab back to unit, unload and off to the beach about 1 pm.

We walked the 5 minutes and there you are. Along the way you are always offered the same things but street vendors that take no for an answer. Fruit, hats, bracelets, Rolex watches, cigars, sunglasses and trips to Playa Blanca. Over and over, no matter where you go, you will be offered these things. Most of the guys are reasonable and just take no thanks and move on.

Before we even hit the sand, we meet our first tout selling cabanas. Just 20,000 for the day, what a bargain. Uh, not. We say no thanks and keep walking and our new friend escorts us to the sand. And then to the beach and then the entire length of the beach right up to the rocks that separate it from Playa Boca. I guess his turf ends there. LOL. Offering us cabana, drinks, food and girls the entire way. The best in all of Cartagena. We said no thanks 100 times and he just kept walking and talking while we ignored him and talked in English. After testing if he would walk the entire beach, we turn around and walk half way back to where the only girls on the beach were, to drop our towels on the beach and start my tan. He finally gave up but the reprieve only lasted moments.

Next is the tanning lotion and massage girls. Beastly looking things that are extremely aggressive and basically deaf. It starts with a simple ask and a simple no thank you. Then they start to just rub some lotion on your legs despite your clear no thank you and stop. You literally have to swat their hands away or move your body out of their reach or they will just continue. Then they walk around you and start with the massage on the shoulders. No thank you. They keep going. Pull away they keep going. You got to just push their hands away before they stop and give up. Sat around for a few hours, drinking the few beers we brought and there is a nice gentleman who walks around with a cooler of ice cold local can beer for 3,000 cop ($1. 15 usd).

[/QUOTE]Loving the reports, please keep them coming.

Thursday morning and the weather is the exact same since we got here. High 80's and humid, although it doesn't feel uncomfortable like Miami does. Your clothes are not sweat soaked in ten minutes.

From our balcony we can see a few small beaches below us with a few guys offering jet ski ride rentals and the normal beach sellers, floats, massage, beer and fruit. After breakfast we are going to go check it out so I can get my 2 hours in the sun to work my tan.

Had a simple breakfast at the cafe a few doors away and watched the walk of shame from the buildings around us. Women of all shapes and sizes, obviously wearing last night's clothes, making their way out to taxis. We also see a lot of women who are obvious hookers, starting their days, getting breakfast or coffee and heading to the beach or the stores. A lot of the buildings around us are in essence, brothels. If you look on the photopro site, a lot of ads list "my private apartment in El Quito" as an option for a place to play. Once you view a few ads you notice a theme and some of the same furniture or balconies in pictures of different girls. You also can start to place the girls in specific buildings by distinct baloneys, such as the blue glass balconies and the ones with certain railing types and colors.

Around noon we head out the back gate of the condo property and we are about 20 steps from the sand of the small private beach. It is not "private" as anyone can get there from walking from the side road just before the Hilton but due to its location, it seems that only people from the few buildings located on that side come here. At most we have seen about 20 people at one time, on the beach over the last few days.

Had a short conversation with the cabana guy but chose to pass as we weren't planning to stay very long and I wanted to be in the sun. He started at 20,000 ($ 7.60) for the day and agreed to 10,000 ($ 3.85) if we changed our mind and wanted one. These are not Miami style walk in cabanas, these are small canvas tents, about 3 feet tall and barely wide enough to fit two chairs side by side. They come with two uncomfortable looking plastic chairs with the possibility to rent additional lounge style chairs with a small pad for another 10,000 per chair.

We spent a few hours drinking a few beers and watching about 10 people in the water and another 10 lounging on the beach or in cabanas. Very low key vibe, offered massages, lotion rub downs, cold beers and food vendors walking by. The sales pitch was much different than at Playa Hollywood. These people accepted no after two times and moved on. A refreshing relief from the dogged and aggressive approach we saw at Hollywood.

There is a restaurant on the beach, surrounded by bars on the windows and as walls surrounding their small patio. It looked more like a prison than a restaurant which was a turn off so we did not enter or order anything from them. After a few hours we stopped at the Carib Cafe located next door to the condo for a quick lunch. Had a sandwich and some fries with a coke, total damage for both of us was 24,000 ($ 9.25), more like $11 after added tip.

Hung around the condo and rested a bit, did a load of laundry using the in condo washer and dryer and started to formulate our plan for the night. I wanted to go the clock tower and take another fish from the pond but wingman put me on a night of restriction for my transgressions from the night before. It's our thing we do when one gets a bit ahead of themselves to put each other in check. It keeps us safe and on target instead of letting a situation or trip degrade to a point of trouble or distress.

I decide to order from the photo site and he decides he is going to invite his girl from last night to come over again. I had this girl from the site I had my eye on. Not normally my style but after seeing a few girls on the beach and in the neighborhood with this body type, I wanted to partake. I normally like a small spinner, a crack working girl with nice see size tits and a tight ass. This girl was the classic Colombian, huge firm tits, small waist and wide hips and big ass. After some back and forth with her for about an hour using translator, we came to an agreement on time and service. 175,000 for two hours ($ 67.30), no condom blowjob and of course covered for vaginal sex.

Then she sends me a GPS location for me to come to her apartment. It was about 10 buildings away and across from the police kiosk near the beach. I just assumed she would be coming to me but she said she wants me to come there. Well fuck me, that's against our rules. We don't walk into situations where we don't control the environment the best we can. It's allowed after we meet or spend time with a girl but not as a first encounter. I'm already hooked on this chica but all the bad scenarios are already running through my head. I can get mickied, I can get jacked by a pimp or who knows, probably worse things than I can think of. I don't really know who she is, have never met her and I don't get the protection of our own security guard or a check and record of her identification.

I try to save the date by offering to meet her first out a bar between the two of us for a drink. If I can at least meet her first in a neutral area, gauge her sanity and see if I need to have an ID check or not. She is resistant to meeting first and then tells me she wants to get paid for the time if she comes to have a drink. Two demits in one sentence and I decide to pass. Business is way too slow and there are way too few punters looking for company to pay some working girl for the right to buy her drinks. I am already on restriction and karma says if you put yourself in the shit, you're going to get shit on. Begrudgingly, I pass and move on.

Wingman's girl shows up looking fucking hawt. I mean she is a knockout with a great attitude and wild smile. They agreed she was going to spend the night and after hearing about my failed date she offers to call her sister and have her come over. Yes, her sister with the DAD tattoo across her chest and the braces. I tell her I will negotiate my for myself, just give me her number. I contact her and she sends me a few pictures of her naked and I am in. She has a rocking body and seems like a nice girl from the limited time I already spent with her at the tower. I figure what the hell, it's after 9 pm and I really don't want to start over so I agree. 250,000 ($ 96) for all night, let's see what happens. This makes wingman's girl very happy to get her sister some business, keeps her sister out of the clock tower and I redeem myself with wingman by getting him some browning points with his girl.

I jump in the shower and hang out in the living room waiting for her while wingman's taking his first turn with his girl in his room. Less than 30 minutes and security is calling to ask if it's ok to send Carolina up. Oh, that was another reason I went with it. Being from the Carolina's and her working name is Carolina. Surely this was a sign?

She shows up at the door dressed conservative and looking fine. A very nice tongue kiss welcome and a thank you for calling her and wanting to see her. OK. There's two check marks baby, your off to a good start. I offer her a shower and she said she just had one but will take another if I want. No, I'm ok, so I offer her a shirt to put on so she can get more comfortable. She liked that and I got her one of my button down dress shirts to put on. Man, she looked fucking fine in my shirt. Beautiful fit legs that are long and smooth with just a hint of her fine ass peeking out from under my shirt. I make her a drink and grab a beer and we settle on the couch with legs wrapped around each and snuggling like we have known each other for years.

Unknown to me, my wingman told his girl she should go and say Hi to her sister, so the bedroom door opens and there she is, wearing only a pair of panties, with her rocking firm tits bouncing around and she giggles her way into the living room. We have one of those Bluetooth speakers connected to a phone for girls to pick playlists from you tube and that fucking song starts. The same song I will hear over and over for the next 4 days. "I'm in love with your body. " A great song the first few times you hear it but after 30 times, I just have to sigh and shake my head.

Anyway, out she comes just in panties. Song blaring and she starts tweerking and playing the bongos that are in the living room, shaking her tits and ass like a pro. Quite a site to see and I am instantly hard. Wingman got himself a trooper! Sister has an oh my fucking god look on her face and shoots her a what the fuck are you doing look which younger sister fluffs off and continues her tweerking right to the end of the song. Then she comes over, grabs her sisters' hand, whispers in her ear to fucking lighten up and have some fun. They both start dancing while me and wingman make drinks, put some snacks in a bowl and watch the show.

We start with some shots of some white clear liquor we picked up. Not sure what it was but it was like 300 proof and went down a hair rough but yikes, it was good. It makes your head spin a little and gets you instantly in the party mode. Not sure what it was, I think it began with an A.

Out on the porch to have a smoke and my darling comes out saying she was missing me. Aw. She leans against the counter / railing looking out at the ocean. I stand behind her swaying to the music and she reaches back to pull me closer so I am up against her. She starts pushing her ass back against me and moaning a little inviting me to kiss and nibble her neck while we "dance" in place looking at the water.

My phone is in front of us on the counter which is the top of the railing and she uses translator to tell me she can feel how big and hard I am and it's making her horny. She says she wants me to fuck her. I say ok, and grab her hand to go to bed but she resists. No, she says, I want you to fuck me right here and right now. AH, how fuckin hot is it when she's asking, no uh, demanding you fuck her now. Weeeee. She reaches into the pocket of my shirt she is wearing and pulls out a condom. Unknown to me, she had gone into the bedroom before coming out to the porch and grabbed one off the night stand.

She takes it out of the wrapper and tries to put it on using her hands behind her back without turning around. Nice try but she can't seem to get it right so I take it from her and help her out. She grabs my cock and guides me into a very wet and tight pussy from behind. Standing kinda motionless except for her grinding and pushing back at me to get it deeper into her. I reach around and unbutton her shirt so I can let her puppies free. She grabs my hands and puts them on her tits and puts her hands behind her and around my neck which pushes her tits up nice and proud while grinding back against me. It was a very romantic session with me kissing her neck and us grinding to the music. She came in just a few minutes and I was not very far behind her, spooging into the condom and just standing still while I throbbed off a huge load. After a minute or so, she turns around, takes off the condom and cleans me up with her mouth. She tells me thanks, she really needed that. HA. You and me both baby.

Back into the kitchen and wingman and his girl are hanging out, playing with their phones and having fun. We join them for a while, drinking, laughing and just having fun. We taught the girls the art of using the middle finger and how to say Fuck You in English. We told them it was a bad thing to do and might upset the person they do it to. So wingman's girl says, probably best to run away after. So there they are, practising the middle finger, saying fuck you in broken English and then running off to the porch. You had to be there, it was cute and funny.

Time for bed and we retire to our separate rooms. Round two with her was even better than round one. It started out like a honeymoon, a lot of petting and kissing and degraded into full on porn style suck and fuck. She wanted me to lick her but I was hesitant. Not to break the mood but I need to turn on the lights and do a full on inspection first. She was annoyed but agreeable. After a visual check, I dug in and ate her to two orgasms and she returned the favor in kind. Some 69, about four different positions, slipped a finger in her ass at one point which she didn't seem to mind. Very connected sex with someone who gave me the feeling she wanted to be there and was enjoying herself as much as she enjoyed pleasing me. Had a great night and after about 6 orgasms for her and 2 for me, she fell asleep with her head on my chest. I fell asleep about 20 minutes later to the rhythm of her very faint snoring and the waves crashing the beach.

Tinder is a great resource in Cartagena, to say the least. 90% of the profiles are escorts. The going rate is 200-300/ HR, but can generally be negotiated down to 150.

First day in Cartagena matched with a cutie on Tinder. She came to my place, we shagged. No charge, just a tourist looking for the same.

I'll be around if anyone wants to grab a few drinks.

[QUOTE=Linyjo;2178531]
Had a simple breakfast at the cafe a few doors away and watched the walk of shame from the buildings around us. Women of all shapes and sizes, obviously wearing last night's clothes, making their way out to taxis. We also see a lot of women who are obvious hookers, starting their days, getting breakfast or coffee and heading to the beach or the stores. A lot of the buildings around us are in essence, brothels. If you look on the photopro site, a lot of ads list "my private apartment in El Quito" as an option for a place to play. Once you view a few ads you notice a theme and some of the same furniture or balconies in pictures of different girls. You also can start to place the girls in specific buildings by distinct baloneys, such as the blue glass balconies and the ones with certain railing types and colors.
[/QUOTE]Laguito on the south side of Bocagrande tends to have older buildings with cheaper rents. Lots of chicas will rent single room bachelor apartments there. If you're looking to save money you can usually find cheaper places there.

[QUOTE=Linyjo;2178531]
Had a short conversation with the cabana guy but chose to pass as we weren't planning to stay very long and I wanted to be in the sun. He started at 20,000 ($ 7.60) for the day and agreed to 10,000 ($ 3.85) if we changed our mind and wanted one. These are not Miami style walk in cabanas, these are small canvas tents, about 3 feet tall and barely wide enough to fit two chairs side by side. They come with two uncomfortable looking plastic chairs with the possibility to rent additional lounge style chairs with a small pad for another 10,000 per chair.
[/QUOTE]Sounds like he was trying to screw you. I've always paid 10 k for as long as I wanted at Playa Hollywood and later even at Punta Arenas. That included the umbrella and chair (s).

[QUOTE=Linyjo;2178531]
Then she sends me a GPS location for me to come to her apartment. It was about 10 buildings away and across from the police kiosk near the beach. I just assumed she would be coming to me but she said she wants me to come there. Well fuck me, that's against our rules. We don't walk into situations where we don't control the environment the best we can. It's allowed after we meet or spend time with a girl but not as a first encounter. I'm already hooked on this chica but all the bad scenarios are already running through my head. I can get mickied, I can get jacked by a pimp or who knows, probably worse things than I can think of. I don't really know who she is, have never met her and I don't get the protection of our own security guard or a check and record of her identification.
[/QUOTE]Absolutely good call. I personally don't tinder or do anything online in Cartagena. Much easier to just meet them in person at playa Hollywood or at night in the old city. Asking you go to some location is such bullshit hahaha.

Black Page, this is a public service announcement: Clean-up your inbox to allow space for receiving new messages.

[QUOTE=Linyjo;2178531] Had a great night and after about 6 orgasms for her and 2 for me, she fell asleep with her head on my chest. I fell asleep about 20 minutes later to the rhythm of her very faint snoring and the waves crashing the beach.[/QUOTE]These are the type of GFE experiences that keeps a feller coming back to Cartagena long after the newness has worn off.

Enjoyed the report, thanks for sharing!

[QUOTE=Hilltopper;2180432]Black Page, this is a public service announcement: Clean-up your inbox to allow space for receiving new messages.[/QUOTE]Done. Too many girls wrote me recently and filled up my mailbox.

Friday morning and I am awakened by a naked ass rubbing against me. It was 6 am and as the standard, it is usually the minimum time when an all night might end. It kind of bugged me a little that it was so early, as I took it as an indication that she was watching the clock. Maybe not fair for me to think that way, as you don't know her situation, she could have kids she needs to get to or pick up from a baby sitter. Either way, she was ready to do her duty before getting up to leave. I motioned for her to use her mouth and giving her a break, I just finished as soon as possible instead of holding back and enjoying more. She was a trooper and had fulfilled her duties so who was I to complain. I had a great time with her. I owed her 250,000 ($ 96) and I gave her 300,000 ($ 115) plus 10,000 ($ 3.80) for a cab and sent her on her way with her sister, who was waiting in the living room for her. Wingman told me her sister was up at 5:20, did her work and was showered and dressed by 6:00 am on the dot.

My plan was to go back to bed for a few hours while wingman went for his coffee fix and some breakfast. An hour later my phone starts blowing up with pictures from wingman of the walk of shame going on in the street and the hotness of the ladies that had joined him for some breakfast. Quick shower and I am down stairs to meet him at the restaurant. I find three beauties sitting with him and a table full of half empty plates. Order an Italian sandwich as I was up for more than just eggs. Waitress delivers a Cuban instead which had mustard on it. I would have just ate it no problem but I can't eat mustard so I send it back. She apologizes and admits she wrote it down wrong. She returns in ten minutes with half an Italian. Hmmm. My nature is to always call out bullshit when I see it but these are our girls who have been fun and friendly so I let it slide. I will say, it came back into my head a few times during the day, wondering where the other half of my sandwich ended up. Demented but that's me. If I had called bullshit, I would not have given it another thought but since I chose to hold it in, it haunts me until my next meal.

Girls eating with us were dropping hints that they were available as tour guides for the day and one was definitely working me with her eyes and mannerisms, trying to get me interested. We had plans to go to olde town and see the fort and walk the wall. As the bill came, they immediately pulled out wallets and started to pay their share of the bill. This struck me, as they didn't linger to see if we would pick up the bill and this earned her enough check marks for me to ask for her info, maybe I would give her a call before my trip ends. We exchanged what's app numbers and said goodbyes. Before leaving, she made the move to hug, kiss my cheek and tell me she hopes I call her, nice touch.

Hung around condo till 1 o'clock and grabbed a cab to Centro. I went a bit heavy on my Tony Montana level before leaving and I suffered a bit for the first few hours in Centro. My mind was doing 200 miles an hour but with the heat, my body was stuck in second gear. When we arrived I finally broke down and bought that stupid hat that every gringo is wearing. Tan with a big brim but I chose the one with just the black band on it instead of the ones that said Colombia or Cartagena. He wanted 20,000 ($ 7.70) and I said 15,000 ($ 5. 76) and claiming that is what wingman paid for his, which he bought on day one. Really he paid 20,000 but I figured we could get some cost averaging here. He said no, we walked two feet and he said yes. I ended up carrying the stupid thing around all day after wearing it for ten minutes.

We started walking the fort wall, taking a few pictures. Not too many people around, mostly couples with a kid or two. Didn't walk too far before realizing there wasn't much to see. It's just a wall with a few old rusted cannons. We gave up pretty quick and headed into town to find some lunch.

We ended in the square that has that sculpture of a lady laying her on side with the big boobs. A few guys selling the normal wares in the square. We walked the church there, dropping all the change we had into the prayer candle boxes. Wanted to leave some bills but there was no collection box we could find.

Saw a real hot MILF sitting with a friend at the cafe in the square, wingman said she isn't a working girl and I agreed but let's see what happens. We took the table next to them, they were just finishing their meals and having a glass of wine. I bought her another and I started chatting her up. She spoke broken English and we managed a reasonable conversation. Wingman didn't like her friend and was pretty quiet, so her friend was looking annoyed. How dare a man not fall for charms and not want to get with her, she seemed offended. She kept telling her friend that they had to get going. Fucking cock blocker. I asked if I could take her to dinner or drinks sometime and she said yes, we exchanged numbers and off they go. Wingman said sorry, he should have chatted her up to keep her occupied but she wasn't his type at all. No problems amigo, no harm done.

I wanted seafood and waitress talked us into this big bowl for two. Had salad in the bottom, a shit load of 6 types of seafood and a 6 skewers with meat and vegetables on it. Was pretty good and went down nice with a few cold beers. Total damage with excessive tip was 130,000. ($ 50).

After the girls left, Johnny Fixer introduced himself and asked if he could sit with us. We said no problem and he talked non-stop for the next hour about his many jobs. Jewelry salesman, cock fighting entrepreneur, bull fighter with the scars to prove it, had drugs, had girls and had a boat. Wanted us to come to his barrio tonight to watch his cock fight. I explained we had our own cock fight to go to tonight but not the animal kind. He showed us his sweet looking boat which he would stock with two girls for each of us and take us out for the day to the islands. Showed us a video of some guys on the boat partying with girls. Includes drinks, lobster lunch and anything else you want. Normally 1,200 usd but since it was just us two, he would discount to 800 usd. Not in our wheelhouse so we passed but not a bad deal I would guess, if you had 4 guys splitting the costs and got him for under 1,000. We took his number not to offend but had no interest in calling him for anything. Mostly because he quoted prices in usd, a major violation to us.

After 20 minutes of listening to the walking rapper who carried his jam box strung around his shoulder while crooning to the tables at the cafe. He wasn't half bad, had a good voice and wasn't too aggressive looking for tips. Only from the people who seemed to encourage him. Once he played that fucking song, I'm in love with your body, I knew we had been there way too long. Time to head back for some rest.

Got back to the condo but there was no rest in the cards. I had been way too much in excess and my Tony Montana level was through the roof. I knew all day and after every bump, I was going to regret it but sometimes once you get started, you just can't lay off.

Pop a couple of 50 MG sildenafil citrate and downed with three beers, trying to equalize my Montana level, sildenafil level and alcohol level. I figure if I can get everything to 33%, all will be ok. Although in hindsight, it would have taken 300 MG and a 12 pack to balance out how high I was.

I had one more night before I saw the girl I came here for. We had been chatting and face timing for weeks before I got here and I was supposed to pick her up at the airport tomorrow afternoon, when she returned from seeing her family in Peru.

Feeling a danger to myself and to wingman, I advised we should cool it tonight and not stray too far from home. He didn't care, he had already had his girl from last night set up for tonight. She was blowing his phone up all day but I didn't know he made a plan. He asked about the sister and I said no thanks. I didn't tell him why but it was because she had not contacted me all day. Not a hola or a thank you for a nice night, which in my world is pretty standard fare for a chica looking to repeat. I felt maybe she didn't enjoy herself as much as I did and must have just put on a good show as he jobs dictates.

Wingman's girl showed up around 8 and settles on the kitchen bar top with her phone. We had a few beers and then she plays that fucking song, you know the one. I'm out of here.

Off to the patio and I went about picking a girl from the online menu. Found a sweet looking thing that checked all the boxes. Quick negotiation, 150,000 ($58) for two hours, no condom blow job and condom for vaginal, my typical selections. An hour later, security calling asking if ok to send her up. She arrives at the door but it isn't her. She sort of looks like her but I'm sure she isn't her. The girl I picked was 23 and this girl looked 19 or younger. Was worried for a second about how young she looked but figured security would have checked. Thought about kicking her to curb on principle but the first thing she said through translator was that her friend couldn't make it and she was here instead, if that was ok. She was cute with a rocking body so I told her she was more beautiful than the other girl and I was happy she was here.

A few beers and she's ready to go. Get her into the bedroom and she takes off her dress but leaves her bra and panties on while starting to dance in front of the full length double door mirrors that are closet doors. She really likes looking at herself and so do I. I point to her and then my eyes and then the mirror, asking if she likes the mirror. She said yes, very much.

See does a nice strip tease never taking her eyes off herself and looking back at me in the mirror. I'm hard and ready and she drops to her knees in front of the mirror and motions for me to come to her. Uh, yes ma'am. She blows me for a while with me standing in front of the mirror. She is watching herself do it in the mirror almost the entire time, which I found very arousing. She pushes me back on the bed and after applying the wrap, she climbs on. Again, always looking in the mirror while she rides me. Moving us into position so we can both watch the show in the mirror. Grabbing her tits and smiling at herself, watching herself do the tweerk thing while riding me. It was really hot to see how into herself she was but the condom was killing my erection. Montana level is never a problem when bare but once the condom goes on, I can have some trouble sometimes if I did too much, as was the case today.

After ten minutes, I'm half hard and she gives me the sad face. I explain it's the condom and not her, she is great. She takes it off and starts with her mouth again. Doesn't take long to get me hard again and she wraps it up and climbs back on. Another ten minutes and same thing, I'm struggling to maintain. She takes it off and starts sucking again, hard again she lays down on the bed and spreads her legs inviting me in. I'm going strong now but realize I'm never going to finish and I am getting tired since I am the one now doing the work. I stand up in front of the mirror and motion her down on her knees. This time she is motioning she wants me to finish on her tits. No problem baby, great idea! Didn't take long and I finished up on her nice natural rack and hand her a towel from the nightstand.

A quick wipe off and she is putting her clothes on. She was fresh and showered when she got to me and all I could think was, I hope the next guy makes her shower first because he is going to kiss and lick her tits and get some Joe juice residue while telling his buddy how great she tasted.

I gave her the 150,000 ($ 58) and 10,000 ($ 3. 80) for taxi as agreed and walked her to the door. After she left I realized she had been here over 3 hours. Had I recognized, I would have tipped her for the extra hour. She was a trooper and wasn't a clock watcher. The fact she didn't bring it up, mention the extra time or ask for anything, I felt bad about it. I tried to reason that she enjoyed herself, had at least 4 orgasms, so fuck it, no harm. Didn't work, it still bugged me and I felt a bit like a heel.

It kept me awake for a few hours, watched TV I don't understand, tossed one off on my own and finally fell asleep.

[QUOTE=Linyjo;2180919]Pop a couple of 50 MG sildenafil citrate and downed with three beers, trying to equalize my Montana level, sildenafil level and alcohol level. I figure if I can get everything to 33%, all will be ok.[/QUOTE]ROFL! Science rules!

Day One.

Sucked. I have been here a few times, the last time being 2015. First time was in 2007. From reading the reports here, I thought maybe it got better, and with it being so close to Florida I had to give CTG another try.

As noted above, it kinda sucks still. I went down to the clock tower area. It was a Friday night and I sat around in bars like Candela from 8 until 10 pm. It was just a lot of tourists and cops whenever I went out into the clock plaza area. I'm told you have to wait until late, like after midnight, before all the working girls come out. If so, then I say that sucks. Been waiting around in this hot CTG oven all day, hoping to connect later that evening. Not realizing that 'later in the evening' actually means the next am.

Luckily I am leaving for Medellin on Sunday. But honestly, anybody reading the Colombia forum deciding on where to go, CTG is not the place. Unless you are looking for a place where you can sweat, this is really an awful destination for relaxing with the ladies.

Here is the daily CTG routine: wake up and eat beans & rice, start sweating by 9 am, wait all afternoon imagining that you might at least get laid when it gets dark, fight off touts promising to find you a chica who happens to be fat, pay 3 x what you would for herbs back home, make a run by LDV and find out they've closed, then go to clock tower area based on a rumor there are hookers there. Wait around there for a few hours looking at tourists until you feel like you want to go to sleep.

Then, and only then (say by midnight or so), you can now go out and find a way overpriced chica at Elektra at 3 am when you'd rather be sleeping.

Bottom line: CTG is very inconvenient, with no am Or afternoon or evening options (only post-midnight action) + it is way too hot, and if you do find a chica worth it, she is USA Prices.

[QUOTE=Straddler;2182186]Day One.
Sucked. I have been here a few times, the last time being 2015. First time was in 2007. From reading the reports here, I thought maybe it got better, and with it being so close to Florida I had to give CTG another try.
[/QUOTE]It's not for everyone but given the recent reports I find your experience not typical.

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As noted above, it kinda sucks still. I went down to the clock tower area. It was a Friday night and I sat around in bars like Candela from 8 until 10 pm. It was just a lot of tourists and cops whenever I went out into the clock plaza area. I'm told you have to wait until late, like after midnight, before all the working girls come out. If so, then I say that sucks. Been waiting around in this hot CTG oven all day, hoping to connect later that evening. Not realizing that 'later in the evening' actually means the next am.
[/QUOTE]Tu Candela is not a hooker bar. The chicas will not come out before 10 pm. You will start seeing them in the plaza around 11 pm. Hookers will not come out if families are around. It's a cultural thing. It is off season so I'm not sure what the night life is like. Last year around this time night life was fairly light.

I'm there next month and already have hookups. My experience lately has been the exact opposite. I can't get them off me when I arrive and need to ration my semen.