Managua

I had heard from our other buddy that you two had gone off to the promised land for a few days. I am green with envy. Excellent report. My favorite part was your comment on 27 de Mayo. I will share with you a story at another time which I experienced in this place back in '97. What a total dump. Loved your adventures and will get in touch by email.

siendo sed mi amigo !

Arrived and had "friend" pick me up at airport with her sister's live-in boyfriend (the one that had the most money. The other ones weren't allowed to live in the house). Her house in Tipitapa was something else to write home about. A few walls (hey at least they were concrete unlike her sisters at the edge of Tipitapa. Just a few sheets of metal held up by tree trunks). Anyway, she picked me up, took care of me in short order. We headed out to Little Corn which is my favorite for a few days before New Year's Eve. Did the usual on the island. I ate so much langosta (lobster) that my friend was calling me lobster man cause all my pores were oozing lobster scents. She took care of me all day and night. I can honestly say she is a nympho. She really does like getting off. She's always touching me in public and private. I've been with quite a few others who try to pull it off as an act but this girls hasn't changed in over a year. Took care of some scuba diving in Little Corn and headed back for New Year's Eve in Tipitapa. We bought explosive grade fireworks and drank like there's no tomorrow. Friend as expected tried to get her sister to come to any invitation of dinner and such. I clearly made the point that I was nobody's "marica" and I was not here to save the world. Once she figured I had reached my boiling point she backed off. I hit my boiling point when we were in Santa Elena colonia looking for her sister late at night. I knew this place was rough when even the taxi driver refused to take us any further into the colonia. This reminded me a bit of some of the edges of Tipitapa. Anyway, we had our discussion and headed off to Pirates which is one of my favorites in Managua for caldo de mariscos and anything seafood. Delicious!

This is where things get exciting. Everyone here is looking for signs of weakness from you. Once they find anything resembling this they will exploit it to the fullest. They are trained from a young age. Her son was brought over by her mother and he was severely berated by me so that he could understand the value of a person's private space. They don't value this since they have nothing of value. Friend got upset and I packed my bags ready to go but of course next thing I knew we were in her room with her on her knees orally, vag and anally begging me to stay. If she wasn't a true spinner and a dead ringer for Tinkerbell I would have ditched her a long time ago. She even got a tattoo with my name on it. I know you're thinking it's her novios' or husbands name but after many trips and her taking me to visit her parent's house (if you can call a hut surrounded by rice fields in Chinandega a house) I am now convinced it's an elaborate plan to make me think she is in love with me. Anyway, we headed off to Chinandega to her parent's house. They live on roughly 40 acres with the families' huts situated in the middle of the rice fields that they farm. They at least had fresh water wells (lucky I had brought loperamide). They invited me to her sister's quinceanera and we went to a church that was steaming hot where one of the quinceanera's friends passed out from heat exhaustion. We then had the entire party outdoors on a section of the rice fields that had been patted down and wet down with oil to keep the dust down. Everyone dressed up as much as they could but I didn't have the heart to put on most of the clothing I had brought. I definitely did not want to make them think I had more money than they already thought. Her mother, father and family treated me like one of their own. They obviously knew that I would be much better than any man she would ever find in this country except for present company. Out there sticks, knives and guns were the law of the land. There are no cops or even traffic to wave down in case of an emergency. When it came time to cut the cake, the scene was as if they had never seen or tasted cake (I had to remind myself that probably half of them had never tasted it). Anything that wasn't nailed or welded down was taken. These people threw all their styrofoam plates and trash all around them. The dirt dance floor was littered with refuse by the end of the night. Drunks had to be herded and threatened so that they could take the party elsewhere. One of the neighbors had his metal sheath of a door stolen and relocated about a quarter of a mile away. The next day we walked three miles down the dirt roads to get to the highway where we could wave a taxi down, head to Chinandega and then head to Managua. Friend and I had a flare up due to me disciplining her son again. After a spending a week in mosquito and spider Nicaragua with no air conditioning, hot water or nice bed, I opted for the comforts of the Holiday Inn. I told friend I was going to stay there and she could come or not. She of course chose to come and complete my night by making sure she took care of my primal needs. We went to Stradivari (my favorite restaurant) and then back to the hotel where she again BBBJTCIM, all positions and mutiple pussy to mouth exchanges. She wanted to be the one calling the shots but in the end had to be set straight by telling her I was nobody's caballo to be mounted and that she was more than welcome to leave and make sure the door didn't hit her on the way out. In a way you are dealing with raw survival instincts in these people. The trips I take her on and the gifts I give her she will never get from anyone else. She is way cute and a spinner but in a limited pool of guys in this country she probably has the best she will ever get. Anyways, I extracted myself from her and despite all the pretend breakups she took care of me the last night and accompanied me to the airport. I hadn't nor will ever give her any money for what we do. I also made that very clear that she should never ask me for any since this was an "amor del bueno" or a good love and that money would only taint it. I broke this just as we arrived at the airport. I gave her my remaining change which amounted to $10 USD to take a cab back since she had her nice clothes on and would undoubtedly be harassed on the bus, but knowing them she probably pocketed the $10 and took the local bus. I'm probably being cynical but know that $10 is a lot for them. I'm sure I looked extremely rich without trying to (bring all old clothes. Ones that I wouldn't miss if stolen). Anyway, this was quite the experience and probably one that I won't forget. I will state that there are plenty of beautiful young women in Chinandega and can be found by just walking around the market and making small talk. Shouldn't take more than 2-3 minutes and you should be in. Most of the girls were hitting up on me even while I walked around with my friend. I also picked up all of my belongings from her house which she had brought back from Belize for safe keeping (had to make a quick connection and there was no way to carry my stuff from Belize). Nothing missing, all my clothes washed and ironed, all scuba gear intact and cleaned. I can say that given the motivation they would have robbed me blind but they do have some pride if you can pin them down with their family and neighboring friends. My friend still has hope that she can get the 20% as Meat mentions or the golden ticket to the States (ala Simon Cowell style). She's still calling me around 10 times a day as I continue to string her along. Don't worry I always do the financial analysis before committing to her presence. I used to be quite active usually up to 8 times a day (was confirmed by other Forum member on Tijuana trip). Even at low $/polvo this adds up. I will admit that I am only breaking even financially but feel it is worth the invest due to the real GFE. She hugs and kisses me endlessly in public and private. She actually keeps me awake wanting more and more. We dance, drink and fuck incessantly. She takes care of me when I'm sloppy drunk to make sure no one takes advantage and she doesn't rip me off either. She also puts up with me when I'm sloppy drunk as I do of her when she gets sloppy drunk. All in all it justifies the break even. However, given all that I will probably be making a Tijuana trip soon to get in a double double. There's just something about a double.

Anyway, that's my two cents.

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On Tuesday, I was bored and tired of being in the "Gringo Friendly Confines" and made the trek to "Murderous Managua."

I went to the 'hood where my name and fame are legendary and echo the streets!

I saw some of the "same old wh*res" that were loafed in year 2007. Amazingly, I remember their names as they remembered mine. A bunch of tired a*s sl*ts working for a few bucks. How depressing. And these h*es do not look good, but are simply f*ckable 'cause they spread their legs.

Give me some h*es that look good like in Colombia and Brazil 'cause these Chicas Nicas are not the clave (ie. key.)

One broad was begging to have an orgasm as can only be delivered by Meat Loaf. I f*cked her and she earned two (2) nutts. She loves the way I make her body cream and on her second orgasm I thought I was in the Haitian earthquake from her wild gyrations.

She was very proud of her latest tattoo- tramp stamp. It looked okay when viewing her from doggy style. Her a*shole had the appearance of a third eye.

I gave her a load that was hard to earn due to the performance anxiety.

A second "old bag" asked me to f*ck her as well. I offered her a pound of d*ck to chew upon. She told me that she likes to earn my first nutt and not the second as was the case on this day.

All in all, this sucked! The same old sl*ts doing the same old thing. I'm getting tired of mongering and may opt for the caballo program of 1-man, 1-woman who rations the p*ssy to her male based upon income generation. This sounds a lot better than f*cking some busted b*tches for four (4) years.

Adios.

Professional responsibilities required that I visit "Murderous Managua."

Had a nice Burger King hamburger and fries to start the day.

Went to a locales that was too hot for comfort and therefore we changed locations. At the second location were some cluckers who I've known for a few years and never blessed them with the "magic stick."

Being a 20-year fan and customer of strip clubs and dancers, I am more interested in seeing a female derobe while I consume adult beverages. At times, penetrating a female is over-rated and I'm in the zone of thought where this holds true. Instead, I want to see females dancing naked and shaking their meat.

So, I purchased some quality time with a neighborhood chica. She's think. She commented on how her "sister" praised my girth-and-length from the one polvo I delivered her. She was alright and real chupadora for being only 18 years of age. She was / is too caballa to roll the Meat Loaf Mansion.

I had this chica derobe and began to play with the p*ssy and body meat. She was enjoying the exploration: I enjoyed feeling the texture of her p*ssy walls. In the doggy style position I delivered a left middle-finger up her culo; I delivered a right index and middle-finger into her vicho. She loved it.

We were done and chose the next lucky contestant.

She was a "bad mamma' jamma'." No pun intended.

The same activities were held with chava #2 except that she requested I finger her culo while she masturbated. She came a few gallons of clear juice.
After chava #2, I had to cut my nails and use a file to clean the fecal matter from my hand.

Both girls had a healthy meal earlier in the day evidenced by the amount of elotes (ie. corn) I felt while servicing their female lusts.

These two (2) girls are something for me to remember and savor in future days as long as you Gringos stay away from Nicaragua and opt for more friendly pastures as I suggest.

JayRay513, "She Swallowed It": [URL]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1WMeJtmLYI[/URL]

Went to MGA for a week and a half.

Went to Solid Gold. The least expensive of the three clip joints along Massaya uphill of the Metrocentro Mall. $10 got me in. A run-down strip club where the dancing is heavy on the tease and light on the strip. The providers will ask for $200 until you make your "WTF" facial experession, then drop to $150. They only keep $50 of it. That gets you an hour on premises or 90 minutes at your hotel. When I went there last summer, I found two very, very doable spinners, blond Rachelle and brunnette Genesis (but they pronounce it like Hennnessy the drink.)

Made the mistake of taking Rachelle out last time. I had hoped to get two sessions in my 90 minutes but I wasted time establishing a romantic mood before the first session. When I was ready for round two at 60 minutes, she was nervous about getting back to SG before being hit by a fine and started getting dressed. What a mistake.

This time, I went straight to Genesis, who remembered me and that I had disengaged from talking to her to take out Rachelle last time. I apologized profusely. Cute as a button, a hell of a dancer, and more agile on six inch heels than I am in sneakers, she turned out to be very simpatica. This time, I opted to get in a session on premises. We had a real GFE experience and she gave me her digits. I called her a few times, visited the club to see her when they cancelled her day off, and she rewarded me with a very nice five hours a week later at the Brandt Bed and Breakfast before going to work. Dinner, cabfare, and cien got me two sessions that were straight out of my college days and some photos. Gives BBBJ, but they are 1.5 inch affairs that are characteristic of coeds with small jaws confronting larger tools. A single mom but still has her waistline.

I recommend the Brandt B&B. Clean, comfortable, and in a very good location. They have a website. $50 to 65$. The Hotel Cristo Rey is cheaper, and more run down, but it is conveniently located by the rotunda Cristo Rey, which even retarded taxi driver can find and is close to the Fenix. More on that later.

It was a Saturday morning. Went to Metroplaza to eat, get a shoe shine, and use the internet cafe. PM'd Meat Loaf, a legend on the ISG website. Located the Hotel Cristo Rey and its similarly named rotunda and it was everything it was cracked up to be on other posts. Went to Fenix.

Fenix is next to a tire store that used to be called Kelly Tires. The big billboard is gone, and it called something else but cabbies still know the Kelly Tires near the Cristo Rey rotunda.

The ambience of Fenix is still Tijuana strip club circa 1973, or Nogales strip club circa....today. It has changed little in the last five years. It has expanded a little, they put fluresent lights in the rooms (the better to see the dingyness) and they replaced the VCRs that played endless loops of 90's porn with modern DVD porn to play on the six wide screens on the walls. The atmosphere is still the same...live and sleezy.

When your eyes adjust to the gloom, you notice the chicas. They are stuffed like sausage into spandex and other clothing abortions, and they wallow like walruses on threadbare couches. Some reminded me of Al Sharpton, back in the 1980's when his warddrobe consisted of velvet jogging suits. A couple weighed more than me.

Entrance is free. c50 got me a tiny cup of ice and orange juice. I waited until I spotted Marfy(?) or Murphy(?) (I'm going phonetic here) who actually had a waist line, pale skin, light brown hair and a winsome smile. I waited while fixed the hair of the next most eligible bachelorette as they stood the bar. For C200 half hour or c400 an hour I could afford to lower my standards, and took her to room. The shower was Haiti primitive...a piece of angled PVC pipe...but I focused on the mirrored ceilings and walls and not the room, so it wasn't too bad. BBBJ, she didn't look too bad in doggie, and breasts that did not look bad in comparison to her waist line.
She asked for a propina, but I promised her some nice gifts the next time I saw her.

Fenix has two shifts, day and night. On week days the shift change is somewhere between 7-9pm. It's blurry. I recommend stopping by, once in a while and seeing if there is a diamond in the rough. Quality low, price is competitive.

had to work sunday and monday, so the next time I got out was Monday night. I brought Marfy at Fenix a little packet of a panty and trickets from Victoria Secret. She was nearing the end of her shift, but was glad I returned. She opened her packet, was very pleased, and I was going for a repeat session when she went behind the bar. The manager caught her getting some slugs off a bottle then started chewing her out. She was reprimanded for being drunk and sent to a room to sleep it off. Curses...foiled again. I spotted bottle blond Monica from last summer, and a couple of possible on the couches, but decided to take a cab to Club Cueto.

Cueto is a Jenny Craig convention mascarading as a strip club. A couple of the girls looked like they could understudy for the lead actress in "precious," some weighed more than I did, and some looked like that actually eaten Karen whole. I spotted two women whose waistlines were smaller than there bustlines. One was dancing and just exuded the post childbirth slackness and gallo pinto diet that Nicas are famous for. The other had wavy hair, chatted me up, and impressed me with her charm. Sure, not Del Rey quality, more like Relax quality chasis, but Keylin made up for it with Jessica Alba eyes and Beyonce features, and a great personality. C500 would have gotten her to the room, but the rooms were dingy. But I did get her digits and she was very new to the club and hadn't committed to a schedule so she could meet off premise when convenient.

I went back to Fenix. With Marfy on the disabled list, I started chatting up a cocoa colored Nica spinner (a Nica spinner is like a CR spinner, but with an extra 20 lbs and a C-scar) and a woman who could be turned into Linda Carter if you invested about $10k in dental work, liposuction, a three months of a personal trainer. Michelle, small and dark, and Diara (pale and big) were serious during the couch side interviews, but when I suggest an hour long dupla, they lit up. What the heck, two sixs are almost as good as a ten, and at C800/$40 I fugured it would be cost effective. Their attitudes just lit up in the room. After five minutes it was like slumber party, after 10 minutes it was an orgy, and after 50 minutes we were all old friends. Diara was really packing the post partum pounds, and they did CBJ's, changing condoms when they switched giving me head. Of the two, I would recommend small dark almost dominican looking Michelle, for her great BJ skills and tight pu*sy.

Did a recon of Elite and Diamond on the Massaya strip. Located near the big $100-200 a night hotels, they wait dream about platoons of rich G8 horndogs whose planes would have to stop for a couple of nights in Managua for repais en route to Cancun or Rio or Medellin or San Jose.
Somehow, legions of millionaires don't materialize, but they still stay in business.

I dressed nice, didn't bother to hide my accent and avoided the outragous entry fess ($14 at Elite and $10 at Diamond) by pretending to be scouting out a location for my friend's bachelor party on both Friday and Saturday. The prospect of 5 walking ATM's on one day, and 12 on the other, got me in for a $5 tour in one place, and for free in another.

They talked about private rooms, a dancer or two for each guy, for $175 or $350 bottles of wine or champagne. Otherwise, it was $175 for an hour in a private room with a gal.

While the dancers were of almost of SJO quality, they represented the top of the line in Managua. It is very sad, the lack of good talent. I would have gladly have paide $50-$100 for a couple of them, but only because a few days of looking a sausage fingers, wrinkled tummies, paunches, and C-scars had lowered my standards.

$$$$$tay away!

One ominous sign was that the guide at Elite was bragging about how they were brining in 10 Colombian girls next month.

It was Tuesday night and I worked late, so I go to Fenix too late to catch Marfy before she went off her shift.

I had attempted to find Caribbean Morena, and I thought I had saw their storefront on the street running uphill from the Cristo Rey rotunda, but when I tried to find it with a cabby, we couldn't find it. Good Time, a place that deserved its good reviews, was still shut down from being raided a month or two or go. I wondered were their talent had gone, as they had both dancers and less costly non-dancers, and there were a half dozen very doables, very affordables among both categories.

So, I found myslef in Fenix and found Monica. Monica in her late twenties, a dyed blond with an over plush bod, but a very agreeable attitude I had met the previous summer. I chatted her up and she told me that she had taken trips to Panama, where she worked out of Boca Torena. It all made sense, as Boca Torena is Panama's answer to Fenix, only there are so many better options in Panama than Boca Torena, and where Monica was a Managua "7" she would be a the cleaning lady at Golden Times in Panama.

C400 an hour. BBJ and positions. The woman is orgasmic and likes sex.

The next day, I got together with Keylin, the "nica spinner" from the fat farm that is Club Cueto, she of light brown wavy hair, the infectious smile, the Jessica Alba eyes, the interesting accent, and the golden brown skin. We met at the Metrocentro and she was very glad to see me. We went to Hotel Cristo Rey, which seemed berefts of guests and was able to give us a discount since we just needed a room for a few hours and would not stay for breakfast. Getting situated in the room was almost comical becuase they had many challenges getting the aircon and TV and remotes to all work properly in both the first room and the room we finally got into.

OUr first session was delayed because she asked the "bell boy" to get her a couple of beers, a theme of the rest of the evening. After she got a beer and a cigarrette, it was into the shower and then, some pics, and a very spirited romp. DATY, BBJ, positions, bliss. She was very orgasmic, very responsive, very uninhibited.

We tried to find the Korean restaurant that I had such luck with on previous trips, just up the hill from Piratas. Closed. Cabby drove by a Chinese restaurant back down the hill, and while it was comical that he thought it was the same place, we did get directions to a new Korean restaurant....across the street from Piratas. We got out there, saw a clothing store with a billboard in Hangul, and asked the security guard. He let us into the clothing store, and we walked to the back, found a Korean grocery store, and finally a small restaurant in the patio of the converted back of the house. There were three tables full of Koreans eating, so I had high hopes about the food. A mom and pop affair, mom ran the clothing store, both ran the grocery store, and he, the former chef of the defunct restuarant, ran the paito affair. I was dissappointed, as he screwed up the Bulgolgi. If you can't do BBQ beef right, you fail in my opinion. Keylin orderd two beers.

On the way back to the hotel, we took a cab parked across the street, in front of Piratas. A mistake. Keylin wanted to stop at the gas station convenience store in order get a six pack. When we got to the hotel, the driver wanted C400 or $10 a piece for two 1-kilometer legs. Guess he heard our foreign sounding accents and tried to pull a fast one. Keylin was indignant and the driver went from C400, to C200, to finally accepted C150.

We had another session were did it like squirrels on crack..after Keylin had a couple more beers. After showering, I gave her C900 (C400 per session and C100 for cabfare) and agreed to call her the next day. I did, but never contacted her again. I was realizing how Managua was lowering my standards. Managua was draining me of pops I would need later in San Jose. These chicas just arent "sponge worthy."

If I lived there, I would have to invest the time into turning some college student or secretary into a mistress. But first I would have to find one that wasn't already a single mother by time they were 17.

Had avoided going to Vale Todo until the end of my trip, because it was deep, deep, deep in the heart of Managua's urban jungle. But I had heard good things, so I went one Sunday.

Took the cab and got a long look of Managua's lowlands. We got there, and it was closed. But the karaoke bar next door was open and theyh assured me they could square me away, so I got out of the cab. I got into a derelict karaoke bar, ordered a drink, and watched three excrutiating music videos from the 1980's (Michael Jackson and his phoney Presley wife), (MJ and Paul McCartney), (Michael Bolton looking like a parole but wearing that ridiculous poodle perm), while the karaoke guy made a phone call....

He assured me that he could have a girl over in minutes, an he did. Onieda was 20 tall, slim, with skin the color of the blonde wood stocks on a Bulgarian AK-47, and hair that was probably dark brown and full of sass at one time, but had been cooked, curled, and starved into a lifeless cornsilk yellow submission by a hair dresser with all the finesse of the Iraqi general Chemical Ali. Onieda was an accounting major at a college in the neighborhood, but did not fear that her dancing world and her college world would collide. She counted on propriety to keep her professors out of the club, and the high prices to keep her fellow students out of the club.
Bright eyed, with a pleasant nose and mouth, she was easy to talk to. Tall, slim, firm, vivacious, she was a breath of fresh air after the week I had.

On monday, she would dance on the stage and hope for a guy to pay $70 to take her to the room for 40 minutes. She offered me an hour, with the femi-dom, BBJ, and the full GFE for just C500 as it was Sunday, there was no other work that day, and I was a windfall. I would have to pay for a room. The OK Karaoke manager offered me a Vale Todo room for $20, accepted $15. Turns out both clubs have the same owner.

I got to walk through VT, and with some lighting, it looked typical MGA run-down. The room in the back was almost as good as the Solid Gold room, but it had a mirror on the ceiling. Onieda's oral skills were top notch, and the contrast in the mirror between her smooth, firm, golden brown skin and my winter pale Ron-Jeremy-after-two-days-of-hair-waxing look was striking. She had long, legs, toned by evenings spent dancing. No damage from childbirth, and firm, peach sized breasts. Aside from the Love Canal waste dump of a hair treatment, her only other fault was that she had one of those small, I'm-in-the-Labial-Witness-Protection-Plan clits that are de rigour with non orgasmic gals. She enjoyed it, but couldn't chase her own leche. But she was the best value of the week and was as good (just different) than the afternoon with
Genisis.

I came back the following evening when VT was open. I was worried that it might get fallout from an article in a newspaper about neighbors complaining about the OK Karaoke disturbing the peace in the neighborhood, but not a problem.

I got there after 8pm, and the club was beginning to come to life. VT is what Good Time was before closing, but on a Monday night, the bench wasn't very deep. But it did have talent that was a cut above Fenix/Cueto, and almost Elite/Diamond quality. At $70 for 40 minutes, it was half the price of Solid Gold, and there were two dancers that were the best I had seen since coming to MGA.

I spotted Onieda and watched her dance. Very nice. But I was absolutely stunned by this tall, athletic, butter hued dancer with long wavy brown hair with bleached yellow accenting tips and exotic, almost asian features. After sitting with some local cheapskates, she eventually saw me making eye contact and started working her way over.

Scarlett had large sparkling eyes, high cheekbones, and large, beautiful, kissable lips. She was 19, got her exotic features from her Indian heritage, was married to a 50 year Tico, but wasn't ready to give up partying and left him to come back to MGA. Very friendly, very sweet, and dressed to take advantage of her mix of happy-go-lucky, girl-next-door personality, her athletic build (imagine her in a Hawain Tropic advertisement playing volley ball), and exotic features. She volunteered to give me a lap dance and untied the knot holding her half-a-school-uniform-shirt closed, lifted up her bra and let me nuzzle her perky breasts and delicious little nips.

I took her to the room. It was same room as the previous night. It was total GFE, and she had a proud clit that came out of the closet, demanded to played with and varnished, and rewarded her with three leches. The mirror action was even better, and her lips were great for oral as well as kissing. Afterwards, I was so drained, I just hung out in the club, sat close to the stage and watched her dance. She was great. Still basking in the afterglow, when she came buy and resumed her position on her lap I gave her a C100 tip and she rewarded me with a last nuzzle of her bare breasts.

I regret not getting to VT until my last night in MGA. I really do. If I had gone straight to VT on the first night, I would have worked on making the exotic VT dancer my off-premises favorita.

Live and learn.

Great reports.

Can you maybe give us an idea what you are doing during the day ? Are there areas to walk around besides metro centro ? I think many of us have a warped vision of what managua looks like due to hearing about no street signs or addresses.

What is the food situation like? Do you have to cab it everywhere and for how much?

I was told there are SW's downtown around the casinos. Have you seen any ? Have you been told about any gritty red light area for locals ?

Sorry to ask so many questions. I might be headed there rather shortly.

Many thanks for your informative reports.

I am still laughing about your reports as they are among the best I have read in the ISG for the several years I have been reading posts!

Your descriptions are easy to understand and amusing to read and, by combining a good sense of humor and pointed sarcasm, you are able to create an image in one's mind of what you are "painting a picture" about.

Keep up the good work!

Good reports!

Do you now realize the nonsense that I, Meat Loaf, must endure to SURVIVE.
Sloppy Jaloppy hoes with more bills than the US Congress, no education, no occupational skills, and 3-generations of family for the Gringo to mantener.

Sorry I didn't meet you during your trip, but it was bad timing for me. Maybe next time.

If you do not like fat hoes with Kangaroo pouches than Nicaragua is nor for you. A lifetime of fried food and sitting around the house produces more belly with jelly.

Al Sharpton and those jogging suits is Americana: And don't forget about that process or conk.

Them hoes at Boca T. in Panama are just as sloppy as Chicas Nicas. Them hoes at Bodeguita can never be matched or compared to anything in Nicaragua.

I've said this before, and for years, that Chicas Nicas do not have natural beauty, but after living here for time one begins to find "attractiveness." One must make something happen and those Kangaroo hoes become the prize.

The hoes from Good Times are working at brothels in the neighborhoods. Their glory days of being strippers are gone and they have returned to straight prostitution.

Vale Todo is one of the few strip clubs in town besides the Carretera Masaya clubs. Vale Todo also has lots of gay employees. They are closed on Sunday as I learned three days ago. Vale Todo has always been a recruiting ground for Meat Loaf 'cause them hoes never have any customers. It's always only 2 - 4 clients / customers in Vale Todo. I simply talk to 'dem hoes about employment at the mansion.

These were absolutely excellent reports Iguana Six. You almost brought back the old memories of the Managua I used to know and love. "In the day", back in the late 90's, Vale Todo was the most fun and alive club in town. On a Friday or Saturday night there might be 100 guys in the place, and at least 30+ really cute Nicas. You could spend an hour or two drinking, plus go to the back rooms for an hour, and leave that night no lighter than US$100. Ah ... memories. There were 5 different girls back then that I pretty much hung out with exclusively, both in the club and outside the club. Those days and prices were gone, but a lot of good times. Is there still a decent restaurant on the west side of the club? Used to serve the best corvina in Nicaragua. you could sit in Vale Todo, eating excellent fish, while watching the girls dance naked. Damn ... those were the days !!!

[QUOTE=Artisttyp]Great reports.

Can you maybe give us an idea what you are doing during the day ? Are there areas to walk around besides metro centro ? I think many of us have a warped vision of what managua looks like due to hearing about no street signs or addresses.

What is the food situation like? Do you have to cab it everywhere and for how much?

I was told there are SW's downtown around the casinos. Have you seen any ? Have you been told about any gritty red light area for locals ?

Sorry to ask so many questions. I might be headed there rather shortly.

Many thanks for your informative reports.[/QUOTE]

During the day I was working. As for walking, the city is not that large, cabs are relatively cheap, and with a map, you could memorize where things are. You must learn the system that the locals use for saying "north", "south", etc, as they use the lake, the mountains, etc, for cardinal directions. Meat Loaf probably knows it. Went to casinos, but didn't see any FL's, like I would at Veneto in PTY. Didn't look for any casas, either.