The Brazil Side: Day Three (Final Day)
By the next morning and I was back on my computer chatting with a couple of Dominican girls on MSN Messenger. Also, I had sent an email to Senorita July for a 4-hour session with video and I was waiting for her reply. By 10:05am I realized that I missed breakfast, but continued to chat with the girls from DR.
I wasn't sure what I would do today. Although, I had planned to do the Argentinean side of the falls, I also wanted to visit Ciudad del Este, and I didn't think that a 2nd day at the falls would amaze me as much as it did the first time. With this in mind and knowing that I would be heading to the airport at 3:30am to catch a 6am flight, I decided to keep the day simple and relaxing.
By early afternoon, I hailed a cab and asked the driver to take me to Paraguay. It took about 15 minutes to reach the Friendship Bridge (the bridge that connects Ciudad del Este, Paraguay to Foz do Iguacu, Brazil.) Upon reaching the bridge, the driver turned off his meter. Although, I had obtained a Paraguayan Visa for my passport, it wasn't needed. The police on both sides, didn't appear to be checking anything or anyone as people entered Paraguay or Brazil. Once we crossed the bridge, I asked the driver to drop me off in the middle of the market, a few blocks from the border. I paid him R$30 and started a new adventure in Paraguay.
The market in Ciudad del Este is huge (hundreds of shops) and is located immediately upon crossing the bridge into Paraguay. Although, the market in Ciudad del Este was 10x the size of New York's Chinatown, I found the selection quite similiar in product and price. I guess I wasn't sure what to expect, but the merchandise that I saw (Electronics, Cell Phones, Fishing Rods, Clothes, Leather Goods) didn't appear to be as special or unique as I hoped it would be (everything there could be bought on Ebay for comparable prices.) Although, I didn't see any bargains at the market for me, there were plenty of bargains there for Brazilians (the Brazilian government heavily taxes imported goods.)
After 2-hours of walking around the market, I decided to pack it in. I hailed a Paraguyan taxi to take be back to Brazil (R$25.) After crossing back into Foz do Iguacu, I asked the driver about Club Eros. He was familiar with the club, but didn't know their hours. Again I tried to arrange a similiar deal with the driver, a night time excursion to Club Eros. Nevertheless, like the driver from the other day, he was also too scared to drive in Ciudad del Este at night. He suggested an alternative, a daytime visit to Casa Blanca; however, I graciously declined.
After returning to Avenida Brasil, I ate, returned to my hotel, and checked email. Senorita July quoted me a price of R$400 for 4-hours of sex and video and I declined (I shouldn't have to pay R$200 extra for video work.) After packing and running a few errands, I went to bed early. I knew that tomorrow would be a long day, but an important one.
I would arrive in Buenos Aires for the Expat Feast!!
-Helpmann :)
Boate Topasio and Sauna Aquarius
On a recent trip to Foz de Iguassu (Nov. 23)I stayed at the Del Rey Hotel and must agree with Helpmann that the price and quality were above average. Paid 95 reais per day for double ocupancy, the room had a king sized bed and 2 double beds and breakfast was as good as any hotel in Rio. The 2 reais bus to the falls, departs from the terminal rodo-feroviario at the sign "Parque Nacional". This bus also goes past the airport, so one may save on taxi fares when ariving and departing Foz do Iguasssu. Gol airlines has flights from GIG-FOZ, at economical prices. Avoid the bus trip, since it is a 22 hour trip from Rio.
While there for only 2 days, I discovered in the yellow pages the addreses for Boate Topazio Av, Rafagnin 773 and located Sauna Aquarius on Av, Eng. Reboucas 968, Which claims an American Bar and opens at 15:00. Unfortunately due to a bad cold, contracted the week before in Sao Paulo, I was unable to check these places out. I had expended all my energy to go to the falls, which are extraordinary and one of those must do things in life. Anyone traveling to this area and willing to do a little leg work, may discover a new resource in this mongering chalenged city.
Happy Hunting: Pelicano
Foz do Iquacu recent reports?
I'm headed to Foz next month and wondered if anyone had been there recently. I plan to go to the massage parlors previously discussed and it sounds to me that a trip to Vera's Casa is a must (I don't have a problem choosing from a line up).
Where are the streetwalkers? Someone mentioned a road going out of town. Which road? Also, are there any reasonably priced call girls?
I'll be there for a week, which should be time to try the non-pro action. What bars would be best?
Any other mongers going to be there in late August/early September?
waterfalls & [CodeWord117]! ;)
[b]Introduction[/b]
I had the pleasure of visiting this part of the world around mid-June 2005, and while this was some three years ago, I would like to write a report of my experience there in the hope that I might contribute something to the rich array of mongering experiences that have been shared on this forum by others. I was staying in Buenos Aires and had just concluded a few weeks of Spanish lessons at a language school in Belgrano. I decided that it would be a good time to head north to see the famous Iguazu Falls. So a friend and I took a flight up to Posades which is the capital of Misiones province, and from there we took a hire car across to the trifrontera region and then over the border into Brazil. We stayed in a hotel on the Brazilian side, located between the border and the Foz Do Iguazu National Park and it was here that I had my solitary taste of mongering in Brazil.
Having seen these most beautiful waterfalls featured on a television travel show a year or two prior, I knew before departing to South America that I would visit them. For me this required a trip to the Brazilian Consulate in my state capital for the purpose of arranging the tourist visa. I needed a few passport photos, my passport, had to fill in a form and deposit $70 (Australian Dollars) (the price may have changed recently) into a bank account held by the consulate. I then shown them the receipt and they processed the visa and a few days later I collected my passport from them and was all ready to go. I have heard of some travellers managing to cross the border without the visa, but I thought I’d spare myself any hassles and do it the legal way, after all if you’re going to spend a few thousand dollars on airfares then why worry about a seventy dollar visa?
[b]The trip to Foz do Iguacu[/b]
Buenos Aires was damp and cold when we departed; Posades was damp but warm when we arrived. We were met at the airport by our driver who took us to our car and we set out for the trip to the border. On the way we had planned to make a stop to see the old Jesuit ruins of San Ignacio, visit a yerba mate plantation (which we scrapped in favour of visiting the site of Ernesto "Che" Guevara’s childhood home) and the Wanda Mines where they mine semi-precious quartz crystal stones. I am not really into the whole Che Guevara thing, as he was much before my time, but my travel buddy really wanted to stop by the place on the Parana River where his childhood house was. They were building a museum there and there was a short walking trail through the bush that a guide led us on and pointed out things of interest. The countryside and particularly the Rio Parana was nice, but overall I found the tour a bit boring. However our guide was a young Argentinean lass named Sonya, who apart from some slight acne scarring on her face, was quite pretty with dark hair and eyes and fair skin. She was a university student who worked as a tour guide and would have been about 20-years-old, she looked very youthful and had a nice body. So what was otherwise a very mundane tour ("yes and here are the crumbling foundations of Che’s house") was compensated by walking behind Sonya up the steep bush trails and watching her arse move under its tight denim cover. After the tour we stopped at a little table covered in Che souvenirs, bandanas, t-shirts, wallets, key rings etc. I wonder what the great Marxist warrior himself would have made of all this capitalisation of his name and image? We said goodbye to Sonya with a friendly kiss and then hit the road again.
Our next stop at the Wanda Mines was more interesting, not just from a touristic perspective, but also from a social and mongering one. The tour of the mines is a typical well rehearsed tour that ends in their shop where you are encouraged to buy some of the beautiful cut and polished stones from their mine. However the interesting part was the drive up to the entrance, we went past what seemed to be a shanty town of people living on squats where they try to find semi precious stones to sell and make a living. These people looked very poor and some, were chasing our car as we drove past, holding up samples of their wares. Among this rabble of desperados I could see one or two diamonds in the rough. Young adult women with nice bodies who were scantily dressed, one of them had some provocative looking tattoos up her leg. I definitely feel that if one had some time to stop then some mongering action could certainly be negotiated.
[b]The Cataratas[/b]
Before long we were crossing the border between Argentina and Brazil, this process did not take too long. We stayed at the Hotel San Juan Cataratas, a reasonable hotel with decent rooms, generous dinner and breakfast buffets, although I found the food in that place really gave me heartburn. The hotel was sort of situated in the middle of nowhere, not far from the Argentinian border and within short distance of the waterfalls however it was not close to the town of Foz do Iguacu. One night we took in the Rafain Churrascaria Show nearby, which was one of those Carmen Miranda type folk-dancing shows, with muscle bound guys doing some impressive capoeira and some lovely Brazilian dancers showing plenty of tit and arse with their glittery, revealing costumes. A fantastic buffet was on offer with some great meat and they even had a fairly smooth locally distilled whiskey. Overall an enjoyable evening, and watching those sexy Brazilian women up on stage made my mind turn to more carnal delights. However before I discuss my haughty adventures I would like to briefly mention the main attraction of Foz do Iguacu, that is the waterfalls.
The cataratas de Iguazu are the second largest series of waterfalls in the world and are much larger than Niagara. They are breathtakingly beautiful and are without a doubt one of the amazing wonders of the natural world. I would advise any traveller/monger who is in Argentina or close to the tri-frontera region to make the effort to see them. I would rank them right up there with Machu Picchu in Peru in terms of ‘must see’ things in South America. We visited both the Argentinian and Brazilian sides. In Argentina you get up close and get wet, whereas Brazil has the amazing panoramic vista. Take a plastic bag for your camera and wear clothes that will dry quickly.
[b]Blowing my load in Brazil[/b]
There was a middle-aged Brazilian guy who worked reception at the Hotel San Juan Cataratas, and quite frankly he was a sleazy bastard who I didn’t trust. But he told my amigo and I that if we needed anything he could organise it, tours, transport, chicas! Well it is a good way to find out if your hotel is chica friendly when the hotel receptionist offers to procure them for you. Early one evening before dinner I found myself relaxed after a long day of trekking though the national park and was feeling rather horny. I was looking forward to a fuck, some dinner and an early night so I did not feel like taking a taxi into Foz to try and scour the streets, clubs and brothels. Hence I decided to take this guy up on his offer and I went downstairs to reception and asked him in a casual manner what type of chicas he could procure and what would the costs be. He advised that a wide range of chicas were available to come to the hotel and that they were $50US Dollars for two hours. Well I wasn’t sure of what the usual prices in that region were but $25 bucks an hour didn’t seem too bad, it seemed consistent with prices in Argentina and was even better in comparison to prices and quality in Australia. So I asked him to send over a selection of fairer skinned beauties for my perusal. He told me that the girls would arrive at my room in about an hour. Actually they seemed to arrive faster than that; I was in my room having a drink and a few laughs with my buddy when there was a knock on the door.
I opened the door to find three dazzling chicas, elegantly dressed and accompanied by a short, butch, obnoxious lesbian looking chick. The little lesbo led the parade of beauties into my room and then looked disdainfully at my buddy and I asking who is going to be choosing a chica. I announced that I was the lucky punter and so the three girls lined up dutifully and introduced themselves. My amigo sat in my room enjoying the show and no doubt ensuring that I made a good choice. Each one was beautiful, one was blond and tanned and a little thick around the thighs and waist, the other was a brunette who was tall, slim and a bit too flat chested, the other was a brunette with dark eyes and a sultry seductive look about her. Thick lips, nice tits and while short she had a nice body. Her name was Claudia and I definitely felt she was the best of the bunch, my buddy felt so too as he nodded his approval when I chose her. Then the little lesbian terrier piped up and arrogantly announced "ok you pay me the money now, the boss is waiting downstairs". She was obviously there to pimp and protect the girls and clearly thought that trying to standover and intimidate the customers was part of her job too; pity of I was not having a bar of her bullshit. I told her no, the boss is not downstairs, the boss is here! I am the customer and so I am the boss and I will pay the girl after the two hours of service. I then said to her that if she was not happy with that then they could leave. She had a shitty look on her face but she said ok, spoke to Claudia briefly in Portuguese and then stormed out of the room with the other two darlings trailing behind. After a few minutes of grinning and checking over Claudia my amigo excused himself and wished me good luck.
Alone in the room together, Claudia went into the bathroom and then emerged a few minutes later. She lay down on the bed next to me and we caressed and tried to chat a little.communication was difficult as I don’t speak Portuguese and she didn’t speak any English so we used what Spanish we could both understand. However as I am sure many of you guys on the forum will understand, banging a beautiful woman involves a lot of non-verbal language and intuitive understanding. Before long we were both undressed and I was straddling her nice buttocks and giving her a slow back massage. I kissed her neck and up and down her back and around her arse. Then she rolled over and I repeated the process on her front, sucking her tits and then taking the dive for some DATY. She became very wet and her hips moved to meet my tongue every so often. We fucked in a variety of positions, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary and doggy. I blew my load in her in doggy position, there is just something about watching a smooth round arse banging against my groin and my cock going in and out of her; it makes me cum every time. Afterwards we lay there holding and caressing each other, she had a nice attitude and was eager to please and very sensual. She was not overly friendly or extraverted; she was somewhat sullen with that sultry expression in her eyes the whole time. We continued laying on the bed holding each other, watching Mr Bean on TV and laughing occasionally. Before long I was starting to feel aroused again and actually Claudia started to initiate things. She was rubbing up close to me and she reached down and grabbed my cock and started expertly pulling and squeezing it until it stood proud and ready for action again. So we set about fucking and sucking some more. She gave me a very good BBBJ and we got into the 69 position for a while, which is always one of my favourites with the right girl. I gave her a good tongue fucking while she sucked on my cock and teased my knob with her tongue. I was rock hard and she mounted me on top and started banging up and down on me, she looked so great. After a while she climbed off me and got into the doggy position so I happily obliged and again in due course I blew my load watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy and her Brazilian arse banging against me.
I was totally satisfied and was by now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but I felt that she was holding back and had not been satisfied. So I rolled her onto her back and got down between her legs for some serious DATY and fingering, after a while her hips started rising and her breathing was fast and was guiding my head with her hands to keep me on the right spot. When she climaxed she did not make a lot of noise but she pushed me away from her clit and closed her legs around my head in a vice-like grip. I had worked on her so hard that my tongue was tired, but she clearly appreciated it. We held each other some more and relaxed together, both satisfied. Overall I felt that she was a great experience, sexy, sensual, nice body and good attitude. After the two hours were up she went into the bathroom and changed, I paid her the $50USD and we had a parting kiss and I shown her out of my room. I had a rest for a little while before showering and joining my buddy for dinner. He was already in the dinning room with a big expectant grin on his face. Claudia was my only mongering experience in Brazil; there was a girl on the road outside of my hotel who was selling ultra-light aircraft flights to tourists, one afternoon I sat with her and we chatted as she spoke near perfect English. She was a very nice girl and probably about a 6 or 7/10 in looks and I knew if I had the time to play that I could pick her up, so obviously there is also some potential in the area for STRs and non-pro chicas. Before departing back to Buenos Aires we visited the Itaipu Dam and spent about half a day in the actual town of Foz do Iguacu. It was a small town with a thriving central business district with a variety of food places, shops and banks. I was surprised to see a large local Lebanese population with kebab shops like one would find in Melbourne or Sydney. Of course in that part of the town, during the day I did not see any places of interest to mongers, but I feel this town would most definitely have some potential. Also Ciudad del Este, Paraguay was so close that it was visible from Brazil and is apparently accessible via a short ferry ride and obviously there is more potential here for the adventurous monger.
[b]Conclusion[/b]
In summary I had a pleasant trip to this region both as a conventional tourist and as a monger, although my mongering was limited to one chica. However my philosophy is: better one chica who gives gold medal service than a dozen clock-watching money grabbers. It seems that some hotels in the area are very chica friendly and assistance may even be available from reception staff and obviously taxi drivers. Choose wisely, don’t pay up front and stand your ground. Definitely a place worth visiting, even just for the waterfalls, good mongering potential is there. I would love to hear reports from other members who have had time to sample more of the local wares than I had. I was wondering about the Hotel das Cataratas that is actually located inside the Foz do Iguacu National Park, how chica friendly would that place be?
I wish you happy and quality mongering.
Silent Monger
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