Managua

[QUOTE=Noguera] 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]

I think the restaurant has been turned into the OK Karaoke bar.

[QUOTE=Iguana Six]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.[/QUOTE]

The city is large and spread out. It may appear to be close, but there are lots of places and things around town. Advertising in Nicaragua is performed by word-of-mouth. Taxi cabs can add up and become US $20 per person for a day of exploring the city.

AL lago- towards the lake
Al sur- away from the lake
Abajo- away from the airport
Arriba- towards the airport

I don't know north, south, east, or west; just the above compass.

[QUOTE=Iguana Six]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.[/QUOTE]

Again thank you very much for writing these reports. It takes forever to find anything of value in the nicaragua thread.

Hopefully I will get to add to it.

If you know where Hotel Cristo Rey is, you can find Caribbeana Morena. Just continue on the same street heading south, uphill away from the lake. Cross the next major intersection and it is maybe 500 meters beyond, on the right hand side. There is an outdoor patio about 4 feet above street level, and a sign that states Caribbean Morena.

[QUOTE=Iguana Six]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.[/QUOTE]Last Sunday night, I was in Fenix. First day in Managua. Ever. At 9:30 (pm), a few girls doing their make-up, some loafing on couches, others just arriving, place quiet, me about to sip initial beer when Amercan enters and immediately begins to converse. Great, another first timer in Managua. Pass the time talking, light drinking, eyeing the door waiting for something decent to walk through it. By and by, my new acqaintence announces he wants something that's not on the menu. I advise against, and suggest procuring an intermediary. If he's really determined. He is, and proceeds to take his request to. Everyone in the bar. And the people in the parking lot. His reason was spent and his manner was bold. I disassociated, and moved to the couches squeezing in between two pair of the least fat ones. Eventually, I'm spotted and asked to accompany him to the round-about to do his shopping, as no one. NO ONE. Would go with him. He's serious, WTF. I offer to go out to the kerb and watch his back. Anybody want to predict? Not half-way to the round-about, and shapes like bats fly towards him and converge. An assault, robbery in process. I fast trot to the scuffle: on the ground grappling are three kids, and one american with a machete against his throat. Raise the bottle, making eye contact, and the one with the machete looks back and moves it closer. Nothing to do but backpedal until they finish emptying the pockets. Afterwards, he's pretty calm, downs a beer in a fraction of a minute, pulls back up cash out of the shoes and cabs off into the night. Girls ask 'where's your friend? ' 'Why, he's out of money, or surely he'd be propositioning you now'. What else can they understand? Afterwards, I relaxed for an hour with 'Ashley' (right), about 105 pounds, perfect proportion, a pro, twenty USA Guy were lined up outside the door to do her as I came out of the room. Not a deep talent bench there.

[QUOTE=Bluntforcetrauma]If you know where Hotel Cristo Rey is, you can find Caribbeana Morena. Just continue on the same street heading south, uphill away from the lake. Cross the next major intersection and it is maybe 500 meters beyond, on the right hand side. There is an outdoor patio about 4 feet above street level, and a sign that states Caribbean Morena.[/QUOTE]Passed C.M. and saw it on the cabride to Fenix last Sunday. Couldn't be certain it was open though. Tonite was looking to go to Vale Tudo Every cabdriver has been total burrinho so far; what's chances of actually finding it, without direction? Otherwise, I'm limited to Elite Platinum Diamond, or the proffered procuring services here at the hotel. or Feniz again.

[QUOTE=Artisttyp]Again thank you very much for writing these reports. It takes forever to find anything of value in the nicaragua thread.

Hopefully I will get to add to it.[/QUOTE]

It does not "take forever to find anything of value in the Nicaraguan thread!"

Value is on every posting.

I can already tell from your demeanor that you will be pleasantly disappointed.

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AL lago- towards the lake
Al sur- away from the lake
Abajo- away from the airport
Arriba- towards the airport



al lago - toward the lake - north
a las montanas - away from the lake - south
arriba - up, where the sun comes up - east
abajo - down, where the sun goes down - west

[QUOTE=Zingadoon]Last Sunday night, I was in Fenix. First day in Managua. Ever. At 9:30 (pm), a few girls doing their make-up, some loafing on couches, others just arriving, place quiet, me about to sip initial beer when Amercan enters and immediately begins to converse. Great, another first timer in Managua. Pass the time talking, light drinking, eyeing the door waiting for something decent to walk through it. By and by, my new acqaintence announces he wants something that's not on the menu. I advise against, and suggest procuring an intermediary. If he's really determined. He is, and proceeds to take his request to. Everyone in the bar. And the people in the parking lot. His reason was spent and his manner was bold. I disassociated, and moved to the couches squeezing in between two pair of the least fat ones. Eventually, I'm spotted and asked to accompany him to the round-about to do his shopping, as no one. NO ONE. Would go with him. He's serious, WTF. I offer to go out to the kerb and watch his back. Anybody want to predict? Not half-way to the round-about, and shapes like bats fly towards him and converge. An assault, robbery in process. I fast trot to the scuffle: on the ground grappling are three kids, and one american with a machete against his throat. Raise the bottle, making eye contact, and the one with the machete looks back and moves it closer. Nothing to do but backpedal until they finish emptying the pockets. Afterwards, he's pretty calm, downs a beer in a fraction of a minute, pulls back up cash out of the shoes and cabs off into the night. Girls ask 'where's your friend? ' 'Why, he's out of money, or surely he'd be propositioning you now'. What else can they understand? Afterwards, I relaxed for an hour with 'Ashley' (right), about 105 pounds, perfect proportion, a pro, twenty USA Guy were lined up outside the door to do her as I came out of the room. Not a deep talent bench there.[/QUOTE]
Was that Gringo trying to buy some cocaine?

'Dem cholos love watching you Gringos venture outside of Fenix.

Nicaragua has very little talent to impress the Gringo looking for "skinny minny."

[QUOTE=Zingadoon]Passed C.M. and saw it on the cabride to Fenix last Sunday. Couldn't be certain it was open though. Tonite was looking to go to Vale Tudo Every cabdriver has been total burrinho so far; what's chances of actually finding it, without direction? Otherwise, I'm limited to Elite Platinum Diamond, or the proffered procuring services here at the hotel. or Feniz again.[/QUOTE]
Vale Todo is in el barrio Monsenor Lezcano; la gasolinera de Shell en Monsenor Lezcano; el statuae del Monsenor Lezcano. Everyone knows the address.

[QUOTE=Bluntforcetrauma]If you know where Hotel Cristo Rey is, you can find Caribbeana Morena. Just continue on the same street heading south, uphill away from the lake. Cross the next major intersection and it is maybe 500 meters beyond, on the right hand side. There is an outdoor patio about 4 feet above street level, and a sign that states Caribbean Morena.[/QUOTE]

It was nutty, as when I was not looking for it, I saw it twice, and when I was looking for it, I could not find it. Go figure. Maybe I was looking for it on a Sunday night. Does it close on Sundays?

[QUOTE=Iguana Six]It was nutty, as when I was not looking for it, I saw it twice, and when I was looking for it, I could not find it. Go figure. Maybe I was looking for it on a Sunday night. Does it close on Sundays?[/QUOTE]
Went to monger at CM on this past Sunday and they were closed!

left the "gringo-friendly confines" for "murderous managua" on a recent sunday. arrived in the city and went to old-neighborhood where i reign supreme. noticed a new costeno church as i traveled to the putaria: made plans to go to church in a sunday to come. just like black people, the church members use the event of jesus worship as a fashion show for dresses, suits, hair styles, shoes, and hats.

arrived at putaria #1 and drank flor de cana y rojita. blew some tobacco. and molested some hembras. talked sh*t with a costeno-retiree from miami. suggested we hit other spots, but he opted-out.

my plan for the day was to drink and witness putas. more factually, i want to see some strippers as i drink. bored of granada i needed to get out. i'm a big city guy and it's hard to exist in a retiree-town. worse, a tourist town. the suburbs: it was tough being reared in the chicago suburbs. fortunately, when i turned 16 my parents gave me a toyota celica and i began to hit the city every afternoon at 3 p.m. anyway, i wanted to watch "trap" and not f*ck for the day's activities.

saw some deportees enter putaria #1. said what's up to them in english. they responded. i pulled-up a chair at their table and broke bread. invited them to sip on the bottle of guado with meat loaf.

conversation was held about our respective usa cities and their new life in managua. fresh from the pinta they are: a few months and few years is what they possess and are transitioning to a lifetime of opportunity or oppression depending upon the person.

i suggested that they run the city with meat loaf at meat loaf's financial expense. they were game. we went to putaria #2 and they were closed. we went to putaria #3 and my name rang out.

some cluckers that i've known for four years were present. a old f*ck piece was present too. the f*ck piece likes serving meat loaf tres platos (ie. oral, vaginal, and anal sex). again, i was about looking at "trap" and not hitting clams.

rolling with the deportees was fun and we shared the same usa memories and similar experiences based upon demographics.

tres platos was on some bullsh*t trying to hustle my coinage for her taxi fare instead of the jukebox. the b*tch snuck out with c$50 of meat loaf jukebox money. i'll return and f*ck her in the a*s until it bleeds. blood is simply more lubricant.

me and the deportees left putaria #3 for putaria #4. during the previous visits at the aforementioned putarias, i o offered them a job working the telephone (ie. brokerage) at us $2,000 base monthly earnings. i explained to them that the application is 9-pages and involves international background checks. and they received on-site training while we viewed "trap." i even told them that i doubt if they seize the opportunity at-hand 'cause they're nicaraguan and for some reason nicas never seize opportunities.

putaria #4 was closed. i went to the atm to get another us $100. i wanted to spend money and it didn't matter how much. i was already down us $100.

after putaria #4 we went to putaria #5 which was also closed. needing to re-group we went to k-50 who refused to accept our patronage. shocked at their refusal of my, meat loaf, patronage i presented my business card to the bartender. with no hesitation he threw my business card in the trash. i was amazed! motherf*cker do you know that i'm an international ceo with political backing in nicaragua and political influence in my usa-state's legislature. sure k-50 is a nice restaurant that may approach us $100,000 in revenues, but it aint nothing compared to meat loaf. to boot, i was a regular customer at this locale years ago. but they want to be white: i know two (2) white boys that received their tee-shirt to wear around nicaragua in an attempt to portray k-50 as being "whiteness." the deportees were on fire and wanted blood! we left for putaria #6.

putaria #6 is the locale that "isg senior member" received a blowjob from fice (5) chicas nicas who waited in line to perform "brain surgery." and they were competing for a chance to tackle his bait.

being the man at this locale, i took off my shirt and poured big drinks. the "trap" was on stage shaking that a*s which all i wanted to see on this sunday. the hoes were doing their best at dancing. the newly befriended deportees followed meat loaf's lead and got loose attacking the b*tches. at the tipper we sat. security came to meat loaf concerning my lack of shirt and the presentation of armed weaponry along waist line. i had to check the armory and received a ticket for it's claim.

the deportees got bolo and wanted to hit some "trap." meat loaf policy is that i don't buy the next man nan piece of p*ssy. if you can't afford to rent your piece of p*ssy then you need to work harder or apply for employment with meat loaf in the area of brokerage. they decided to bounce: i guess meat loaf spending a few hundred dollars made them uncomfortable of feel not worthy. they motivated. i remained.

i knew that i was not going to return to the "gringo-friendly confines" until monday. although the markets open on sunday-night in asia, the work week doesn't start officially until monday morning. hence, i was destined to stay out all night.

wearing the shorts that "isg senior member" left at my mansion after a afternoon of swimming in my in-ground pool, i received a free handjob from a trabajadora. with d*ck dangling to the floor- free balling- she served and i looked to collect. i sat drinking guado, watching strippers, and getting a handjob. finally, from peer-pressure and a sense of obligation, i took her to the room at hit them gutts. i hit her gutts about four (4) times that night.

as the only customer in the entire putaria #6, a chela wanted to earn. i told her i was broke and had to go to the atm. i went to atm and got another us $100. i took the chela to the room and studied her body. i offered the hookers employment at the mansion and they accepted, but will they arrive? they're nica and therefore you know the answer.

tired, i rent a room for the remaining hours. i'm meat loaf and i use putarias as if they are the holiday inn or hilton hotel.

0500 hours arrived and i prepared for my return to the "gringo-friendly confines." i arrived and went to the executive desk where more accomplishments were realized. some "trap" came to the mansion later that morning to cook my meals and watch internet pornography alongside meat loaf.

how was sunday for you, simp?

[URL]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGbUP3vEFfw[/URL]

Signing new contracts for new office space, worldwide, Meat Loaf prepares to bacanal a Managua.

Plan: Take 100 mg of Viagra; break 3 - 4 coochies; bring some "trap" back to the mansion; and hold down street corners.

Barrios:

[B]Bad[/B]
San Judas
Reparto Chic
La Libertad
Altagracia

[B]Good[/B]
Las Colinas
Santo Domingo
Villa Fontana
Bolonia
Altamira
Carr. Sur

Catchin' "trap" at every encounter and every intersection. Meat Loaf.

Finally I made it to Managua.

The party kicked-off at 0500 hours: Still charged-up from the previous days "F*ck Fest," we continued the party. Got bolo, took a nap, and arrived in Managua.

Went to the barrio and saw "Mo' Hoes" than you can shake your d*ck at! The same old stale fish.

I saw an old f*ck piece that served tres platos on the regular.

We f*cked and she was on some bullsh*t talking about my Meat Loaf was too big and stretching out her wh*re holes. B*tch, take this d*ck!

When she arrived in Managua years ago she was on fire. A hot young p*ssy in town for the sake of her two daughters. She was carrying around their photo album and I had to fake interest for the sake of a nutt.

Her sl*t propensities took her to employment at Good Times. She was very popular and loved the limelight. Now, she got a little saggy from too much bacanal.

A clucker that wants to ride Meat Loaf's coat tales was present. She got ignored. I just had the p*ssy a day earlier and therefore was on to next "trap."

The hoes have been on the circuit for years!

As I sipped on syrup, I observed the quality of these tramps. Grade "F", Grade "D", and Grade "C" hoes. Only one hoe looked good with the others being what US $8 per polvo is worth. Fast Food: A Big Mac, large french cry, and Coca Cola soda in the USA. Es el vale.

But it is what it is and SURVIVAL is SURVIVAL.

P*ssy for P*ssy sake.