Club Black Picture

Kim's night picture of Club Black (no s) at Buenos Aires, contrasting with the day view from my hotel. No, I wasn't there but my readers were.

Buenos Aires - incall

As far as I know, there are no incall apartments in Recoleta. The rent will be expensive, neighbors will be up in arms, the security guards are serious in all buildings.

Typically, the living room is suppose to act like a club, where you get get a drink in the evenings I think. Obviously, it's also a waiting room, and the place for lineups. Usually there are at least a few girls, and a few rooms for you to use. The price is at the lower end of the $100 to $300 range. Apartments near Recoleta can be decent, but pretty basic with small bathrooms. I don't recommend, especially for independent girls, who are not all likely to afford decent flats. But if you like, you can take them out.

Against online advice from US expats (high price), I visited this apartment on a Sunday. It was closed, while I thought I went to the wrong place. Brothels close on Sundays in Catholic countries? I went back in a few days, after unimpressed by other services.

The lift looked like a basket for 4. In my hotel, there were two lifts, one looked like an upright coffin for two, the other slightly better. I didn't see any escape routes, or ladders hanging outside of the buildings.

The manageress was young, meant business, spoke sufficient English except for some pauses looking for words. Then came the lineup. For the apartments that I visited, I decided to leave after the first girl appeared. This was different. The first two or three looked like models, and walked like models in bikini, lingerie and high heels. I think they are from Brazil too, this time more like Victoria Secret models.

Oh, I love lineups, but I almost forgot how it is. Haven't had a lineup in LA for years and not expecting one ever again. I love those pageant like lineup most. Six come out forming a row, come up to you one by one, bow down to shake hands and talk a little. Then another six, then another six ... This one you can say more tasteful. Each girl come into the living room in turns.

I wasn't prepared, or I wasn't prepared that the lineup was that good. My experience was that it only took two or three gorgeous girl to make a mess in my brain. I ended up picking the wrong girls. So in a rush I recalled my lessons - forget about their names, just number them from first to last, left to right if applicable. Whenever you see a new one, you have to make an immediate decision, split second if necessary, whether to pick this girl, or keep your last pick.

After the first few models with gorgeous bodies, I began to raise my expectations, to find a prettier face. All are in mid-twenties I think. Jessica was about 4th in the line. When I saw her face, I forget about the others. She is sweet and looked more Argentinean than Brazilian. Though I forgot to look at her body. She isn't bad, just girl next door compared to model bodies. See, lineups always mess up my mind.

But I wasn't disappointed, it couldn't be more right. Usually the number ones expect you to pick them. If you pick number two, they will be very happy, because every girl thinks that they should be number one. If you go on to number 3 or 4, their happiness go up exponentially. But this only apply to small establishments, where the girls are officially or subtly ranked according to their popularity.

After the last one left, I told the manageress I wanted number 4. It took her some counting to realize that I wanted Jessica. I told her I wanted extra service too. But she told me to negotiate with Jessica herself, not all girls do extras.

Jessica couldn't stop smiling. Perhaps it is her nature, but mostly it had to do with the underdog winning the lineup, and that she was very happy with me one way or the other. She kissed me like she was a puppy. Usually it's the other way round if they let me. She literally screwed me during oral without. Luckily I could take all that without exploding, because I was already over sexed.

After round one, I asked for complete service, the only term in Spanish I couldn't forget. She hesitated for a split second, fetched a condom, ripped it off, fingered it, and fingered herself. She was pretty, GFE, which all made me forget that I was paying, the risk of disease, the less than perfect apartment, that I was in somebody else's bed. I got up again in no time, and completed what I asked for.

We did have time for a drink and some talking in between and after rounds, with the help of my electronic translator. This time I helped her to use it. She understood that I was there for a week's trip. I got it from her, or not, that they welcome people to take out, most apartments do. I never thought of that. Incalls like that in most other countries don't venture into outcall, which become something else.

Sadly, I didn't tell her that I was on my way to the airport. I wasn't cheating her as I didn't need any more pesos left in my wallet, and I rewarded her well. I didn't want the disappointed look in her face. I wanted to leave her happy. If she never see me again, she will not remember me at all.

It's hard not to like the city. European tradition combined with the convenience and bustling of Asian cities. As for pleasure seekers, it would be heaven for Spanish speakers. If I were to pick again, I would pick places where I have the advantage of language, say London, or at least equal, where nobody speaks English or Spanish or Portuguese. But then again, it best to mix pleasure with something else, for the other 23 hours.

BTW, at the time, my 2nd choice will be Brazil, San Paulo rather than Rio, though probably both. I knew nothing about the airports.

ps Use airport taxis. The licensed taxi are plenty and reliable, but they may not go far, such as the airport. Their pretty new paints do not correlate with the old engines inside. I picked a random one on the streets to the airport. I wasn't worrying but the driver was, from the moment I got on broad. Half way through in the middle of nowhere, he abruptly exited the freeway, stopped, rushed out, opened the trunk, and I thought he was fetching a gun. It turned out that the taxi just needed a pitch stop, the overheat engine needed some cool water. Luckily the scare was over very quick. Or I would have already running for my life.

Food and sex 2 (In Buenos Aires)

Getting the right companion, securing a VIP table, being seen, are as much fun as the food, especially when you are not in a Michelin 5 star restaurant. Since I had no dinner dates, I spent most of my meals at my kitchenette.

Recoleta has a few supermarket chains within walking distance, which are about the best looking supermarkets in the world. The checkers have brilliant white uniform shirts, looked like flight attendants, but younger, who would admire your purchase and smile at you. I heard that during the currency crisis, they are all taken over by some foreign power (not USA). If I knew that they all deliver your purchase to your apartment, I would have tried harder to get a more spacious (and cheaper) apartment. I suppose they will deliver to your hotel room, but it's a bit awkward and I don't need that much things in a hotel.

The small kitchenette shouldn't be a problem for me. Raw fish need no cooking! However, the only fresh fish available there were big fat farm salmon. Just like most large chains in the world, the seafood department looked good, but for really good stuff you have to go to specialty shops like Trader Joe's. Also, Argentineans are certainly not big on seafood, as I realize later. There aren't that much Japanese and seafood restaurants around town.

No raw fish, no big deal. So I looked for big juicy steak that can be eaten rare, or in my case, bloody. To my surprise, I couldn't find any! Then I recalled that for beef importing countries, top steak house will use steak from (1) a region in Japan (2) Argentina. The Argentina climate and glass were the reasons the Europeans bring themselves and their cattle. I was puzzled.

I am even more puzzled when I find out that Argentineans still consumes the most beef in the world per capita. Some eat steak for breakfast so their export only ranked third in the world I think. It's true that you can't prepare steak at home as good as at restaurants. Also, you can't use insane heat in barbecues in small apartments. So perhaps they don't cook steak at home.

Perhaps they couldn't afford it? They do have armed guards in drugs and cosmetics stores, because these are rather expensive items. You have to put all bags in lockers before you can go inside. Whenever you go through toll roads, you can see men holding long rifles at their shoulders, aiming and ready to shoot anybody who wouldn't pay. On the way from the airport to town, I think I saw high rise ghost towns.

When I looked closer, I found beef cut like thin bacon. Are Argentineans that poor? Even in Recoleta? Or they will never think of cooking steak at home? Maybe really they eat beef for breakfast, just as some eat bacon. At first I used the little toaster to grill the beef. It was very good. Then I thought of shabu shabu - Japanese boiled beef. It was the best shabu shabu that I ever had. Perhaps you should try that in a Japanese restaurant when you are in Buenos Aires.

Looking at their vegetables in the supermarkets, you would think that Argentineans are big vegetarians, rather than number one in beef consumption. But to go with shabu shabu, nothing beat their spinach, delicate as baby spinach. One dip in the boiling water and you get intense flavor without the need for any spice or source.

With full continental European (ie, minus the big island) traditions, the bread didn't disappoint, even in supermarkets. So I didn't need a kitchenette after all, just a small pot of boiling water, and a little soy source. I had a very healthy diet, virtually fat free, high protein, high energy, easy to digest. I couldn't have enough of it, day after day, sex after sex.

Just like bread, Argentina must have good wine, and you can find it in the supermarkets too. I picked the top bottles of red from the supermarket and it turned out to be a good investment. The gorgeous checkers looked at me as if they wanted to follow me home. Spotting an open bottle on the table, my companions would stay longer for a glass or two, or even helped themselves.

(Part one is here.)

Secret Lifestyle of the New Rich in the Digital Age

Thanks to this guy Tim I got an alternative name for something I have been writing, and that's the only thing I thank him for. More on his work later (scroll right). Otherwise, the title would have been Buenos Aires - Internet Escorts.

Since the club girls were at the high end of the $100 to $300 scale, and difficult for them to offer any package deals, I wasn't giving up on Internet Escorts so fast. Though I fired my Virtual Assistance on the first day I arrived.

I set my well trained Internet picture filter to extreme stringent mode, which I never thought I needed to do outside of USA. I had a few disappointments. For the honest ones, they asked me to call another day when they would be available. My filtering skills were useless when they could send anybody irrelevant to your hotel. However, since BA is dense, escorts will arrive in your central location fast, and they are very happy to accept taxi money and go away with a smile. And since their ID's are checked before they can come up to your room, they cannot operate as the numerous ripoff artists in most US cities. Finally, I came up with this.

The picture could be real, possibly one to two years old. You have to minus the neat hair, air brush all over, and possibly some body outline alternation.

There was no wow factor. She dressed as if she just spent a day at work. Though, I didn't realize at the time, there was some Julia Robert feel about her, in tame casual wear. Not surprisingly, she called herself Julia.

Julia looked less pretty, less sharp as in her pictures, of course. Her legs didn't seem to be that great, which attracted me in the first place. But I'm sure she looks great after some ion treatment on her hair, eyebrow trimming, perfect leg shaving, laser all over skin treatment, manicure and pedicure. I don't mean she need any of these, say, having hairy legs. I mean I would say wow if she goes through some subtle makeover, not necessarily obvious things such as cosmetics and US $200 blond coloring.

As for language skills, English in the menu means that her booker understands English. She didn't. She was rather keen on using my pocket electronic Spanish-English Translator. She was rather GFE too. But I didn't know why, we kissed but no sparkles.

At the end she wanted to stay for the night. I pretended not to understand that, and she gave up on using the electronic translator - I didn't help her. That was my rest day in between big dates. I was in recovery mode rather than full of energy. That's why I was adventurous by calling her. I didn't have much to lose. Overnight could be a waste of money. If there was sparkles or electricity, I wouldn't mind letting her stay though. After all, later if I couldn't find any better, she was just a phone call away.

She still wanted to stay for another hour and started talking about compensation. I gave her some more time to see if we match, but I wasn't keen on talking about the exact compensation - it all depended on what I managed to do. At the end she took an honest amount of extra pesos from my wallet.

When we said goodbye at the door, she gave me her card. Since I had only a small table for everything by the door, she could see printed pictures of my potential targets. She went away shaking her head a little, saying tsk, tsk, tsk...

Buenos Aires - Club Madahos

I had to try the next best Club. Look what I found? It seems that you can find anything in YouTube.


Madahos is in the tourist area right next to the cemetery, which entered many must see lists in the world, but no one told me that. It is a little more spacious there with clubs, restaurants and hotels lining up. There is the tempting MacDonald's but I went to the mall everyday for a pretty good Internet cafe. I passed the cemetery everyday, often a few times, without the thought of going in.

There is a large stage in the club that you cannot miss after you entered. But again I was too early for the shows. The girls were a lot varied there, different shapes and sizes, and little dress code to speak of. I spotted a girl wearing a Leg Avenue style school uniform. Though a lot of girls dress causally and normally.

Unlike Blacks, soon after I got my drink at the bar stool, a girl came up to me and wouldn't leave me alone. She spoke good English and tried to look like Julie Roberts. She wasn't at all bad, but I wanted to pick up somebody with some wow factor, and wanted to check out the other girls as well. And I wanted to hang around longer for other entertainments instead of going back to my hotel so soon. I told her repeatedly I just wanted a drink at the time, and she disappeared all of a sudden while I wasn't looking.

I got myself a tiny quiet table at the corner when some show started. I was enjoying my beer and cigarettes - the air there was a lot better than my hotel room. I supposed I was alone long enough that a woman came up to me and insisted that I must find company instead of so alone. I realized that she was offering her translation service, no way she was young enough to be an escort for me. I told her I didn't mind company for drinking only. Immediately she got me two rather exotic and very slim girls sitting next to me, a tiny table of four. We got along rather well, because the translator was a conversationalist as well.

At the end, with difficulty I had to pick one to take away. I picked the pretty one rather than the exotic one. Actually both are rather exotic from neighboring countries but not Brazil. At the door, Tony (Soprano) was responsible for transportation. Normally he would send one of his gorgeous, 6 feet+, driver in black suit and black tie to escort us back in one the club's big black cars, which looked like Daimler's at some angles. But he drove us himself. All girls, from Internet to clubs across the spectrum, are from $100 to $300. But for non-Spanish speaking tourist at the higher end clubs, you can't get away with less than $300.

Number one and number two, there is the difference. Madahos' lighting were a lot dimmer than Blacks. It turned out that she wasn't as pretty as I thought. So after sex, I was going back to get the exotic one, the other one that I met at the club. I didn't realize that it must be pretty embarrassing for her. I didn't even told her that I was looking for the other girl. But staff at the door thought there must be something wrong when I appeared with her. Indeed this pretty girl disappeared in no time as soon as we entered the door. I couldn't even offer her a drink. There wasn't anything wrong. I was always on the look for the right girl to spend more time with me. This girl didn't meet all my expectations so I went for the other.

I think I saw the exotic one at the door socializing with other people. She changed into something much more sexy after midnight. I think she noticed me too but we didn't try to connect right away. After a few drinks, me hanging out alone in the bar, she came to me, after some time had passed since I came in, she was sure that there was nothing wrong. Again we went back to my hotel with Tony driving.

I was rather happy with her that I booked her for a couple of hours the next night, late. Perhaps she had seen it all. It's difficult to get her excited about anything. I am certain she didn't get that many customers with so many girls just in one club. And I was paying her top pesos, the same as girls in the number one club gets. She let me took pictures of her naked, gave me email addy when asked, but remained calm about everything. She had to go when time was up. No concession at all, no free dinner offers. For that money, I was sure that I could find somebody better to stay with me overnight, or dinner date, if I knew where to find. I didn't know where so I tried her.

That's enough for club girls. I think they have to report back to duty any time before 6 am, while the clubs start to be busy with locals well after midnight. Dinner is their breakfast, which they may chose to spend with you if you are lucky. They can only offer you some package deals if you catch them on their off days, of which there aren't many.

Buenos Aires - Club Black 2

While I was sitting at the long bar alone with 20+ girls, I saw at the corner of my eyes two girls got together and cooked up something. They walked towards me, but the at last minute took up the two empty stools next to me. After settling down, the girl next to me turned her back to the other girl, who was then performing a shoulder massage. So I would be staring right into the eyes of this girl next to me, if I looked directly her way, at 12 o'clock. I kept my face at 2 to 3 o'clock to see what's happening. This girl seemed to be having the best shoulder massage of her life, as if she was having an orgasm, arching her back. She was wearing a vest with bare shoulders. Though the vest was tame, it was a vest anyway.

At this point I think they must have very strict rules about not soliciting clients. So I made the move. I asked and brought her a drink, then we moved on to the lounge area. She was a Brazilian like this, with a less exaggerated, more delicate body, and a prettier face. The other local girls were more delicate or slender that I might prefer, but I couldn't possibly turn down such a lovely girl, especially looking at her animated facial expressions eye to eye.

There wasn't much conversation with English vs Spanish/Portuguese, but she was enjoying her strong alcoholic drink. I was preparing to bring her back fast, when a dancer jumped on our coffee table and started dancing. She was good looking, smaller, more delicate, more slender than main stream US strippers as seen on screen savers. She wore very little, a thong and might be even topless. It was quite cool. She wasn't just a dancer, she was the star of the stage show. She came a long way to our table with nobody else around us. She danced for at least a couple of minutes.

It took a long time for the bill to arrive. I think the manageress determined to talk to me before letting us go, and she had been busy. My tip to the dancer must had been pretty good. My girl, lets call her Brazil, told me to go to the bathroom first and then meet her at the door. I didn't need to go as my hotel was right across the corner. But it seemed that Brazil wouldn't came out again if I didn't go to the bathroom, which was temporarily staffed by yet another gorgeous guy in a gorgeous black suit. The tip tray next to the toilet was full of big peso bills. I told myself that must be joking, and put down a few pesos instead.

Back in my screw room, Brazil took out a stack of 3 condoms from the pocket of her black leather jacket, and put them down on the night stand. Then she started to undress. Wow, I was a little intimidated. Is that a Brazilian standard? Or Buenos Aires custom? Or was she just emptying her pocket, and it happened that they all use the same 3-pack condoms as in US? I had vivid memories of her actions, though in different versions. In version 1, the condoms were in her palm and she banged them hard on the night stand so I could notice that everything was taken care off, or was it a challenge? Version 2: she stacked the condoms neat with her fingers and moved them to the center of the night stand like a gambler.

After round one, she went down the screw to have a glass of water or something, while I was recovering in bed, worrying about the two condoms left on the night stand. Soon I followed her downstairs only to find her helping herself with the best bottle of red from the supermarket. She spoke a little English because I think her mother tongue Portuguese and Spanish aren't that compatible. I understood that at around 22, she was a self confused confessed alcoholic. She was forgetful and would hit her forehead rather hard with the palm of her hand when she realizes that she has forgotten something. She did leave behind a little bracelet in my room. Come to think about it now, it might be her way to make sure that she remembered to bring the condoms, and to help her to remember to put them on me.

I didn't remember much else about her. It may be that her idea of a good time is a stack of condoms. It wasn't much GFE. But I didn't remember any flaws about her performance and her body that I want to complain. That is pretty good.

Buenos Aires - Club Black

At this point I was very disappointed with the Internet escorts. The local agent did claim that she could not guarantee anything about the escorts, but she could get the going rate and that the appointments would be reliable. I was betting that she had some local reputation so the escorts would play less tricks. It wasn't to be.

So I head straight to Club Black, against advise from some US expats. It was really just across the corner from my hotel. It was the number one club. At $300 (peso) an hour outcall, $20+ (US?) per drink, and more for the ladies' drinks, it had to be number one. That's how the negative advice came about. A drink is comparable to a Korean beer in a room Salon in LA, though the drink has higher alcohol content. BTW, my drink was free, got a coupon from the airport.

[In the rush back to my hotel, I didn't look at the bill much.  I vaguely  remember it's very roughly $20 US a drink.  Someone below says its 120 peso for the girl's drink.]

Another important background informaton is that, the above price was in pesos, which used to be about the same as dollars. At the time, the peso had long settled down to roughly one-third of a dollar, but people had long memories about these things. I heard about disputes from time to time about whether the stated price was in peso or dollar. I tried calling an escort with an ad in a newspaper, and asked her what currency was the price, she laughed and said dollars.

I had no legacy problem because I was always thinking in pesos. So I was expecting a hooker bar, somewhat more expensive than the other many such bars. But I should think in terms of dollars, as in the good old days. The club wasn't that plush as compared to top clubs in affluent Asian cities, in prime locations. But it has style, with front like an anonymous bank. There must be a center stage overlooking the corner of a major cross road in Recoleta, as shown in a previous picture. However I never got that far. At the entrance, there was a long bar with some 30 to 50 stools? It was a long walk towards the center stage. Lining the long walk way, opposite the bar, was some group sitting areas, like a lobby in a hotel.

I knew it was early for Latin America standards, 9pm, but I couldn't help it even after I upgraded to a larger hotel room. Instead of looking at the 4 walls all the time, I looked at the screw, walked up the screw, and walked down the screw. I knew there must be at least a group of regulars or VIPs far at the center stage, keeping the staff busy. Otherwise, the bar area was rather quiet, except for some 20+ girls sitting quietly on the bar stools, enjoying their drinks. I walked in, but nothing happened, so I sat at the middle of the long bar with some empty seats. I gave the bartender my coupon and enjoyed my free drink.

I wasn't impressed with the girls at first glance. But I should be. They averaged about 22, mostly local Argentinians, and at $300 a puff lining up the bar, that's quite impressive in terms of dollars. I didn't realize that their dress code was as conservative as some LA room salons, while I was expecting some playboy materials walking around as bunnies. Cleavage and short skirts were rare. Indeed most were dressed in casuals fit for office work. It wasn't designer outfits but they did put enough effort in their clothes to show off their individual styles, while remaining subtle.

As with some Asian culture, where breast enhancements are seen as kiss of death, fancy makeups are seen as cover ups, even in the evenings. So, the lineup seemed tame and plain at first glance. But as hostesses in a hostess club, they seemed to be as good as anywhere else.

I'm sure they all noticed me, and seemed friendly, but I was left alone so I took my time to look around, and to look at more girls gradually turning up for work. After a while, I began to over look their conservative dresses and began to realized that they were pretty young, in different good shapes, and came in many different styles. One was in a subtle cheerleader outfit, and looked like an American high school cheerleader. One even looked a little goth, showing off her awesome waist baring one inch of her tummy. If any of them came up to me, I would say yes yes yes and rushed back to my hotel.

But I think my strategy worked too well. I took the chance to sit at the bar in the hope that I would be left alone to watch all the girls with minimum drinks. Indeed no girls and no waiters bothered me. I began to feel like I was in a Catholic girl school party with all girls sitting on one side, and boys on the other. It didn't matter that I was sitting on the same side with the girls (at the bar), because I was the only boy invited. I smiled at my targets, they smiled back but stayed put. Friendly staring also didn't work. If anybody came up to sell drinks or whatever, I would have told them to get me that girl. But nobody came. The girls looked at me looking back at them and other girls. By then my free drink was over long ago, and I had more drinks than I wanted to drink.

Buenos Aires - the screw room

With Abril gone, I began to reconsider my choice of hotel. I picked Ulises because it is in the very center of things, but yet it is so small that I didn't feel like a tourist, a sex tourist. If you walk past the street you will easily miss it, even though it's has a reception and lounge with glass walls facing outside. I worked out the escort to room rate ratio to arrive at the room I picked. I didn't need to impress the girls with a 5 star hotel, but by generosity. I would let them know that I have a couple of days looking for the right company, and they would fight for it.

I think Ulises was an old residential building converted to hotel use, possibly only partially. To appreciate how small it is, and how expensive the land in the area, on the right is all the tables in the breakfast area. They don't use a lot of tables, instead shelves in the walls. There wasn't a proper table in my room. The flower vast in the last blog picture was put on a shelf resembling a normal dressing table.

I don't like going to places with no connections, no business, no sight seeing. There are plenty of things to do like sight seeing in BA, but I decided to try a dedicated trip, and I would only go sight seeing if I found the right "company". I knew I would spend a lot of time in the room. It was at about third or fourth floor so I could hear the busy traffic down there. There was air condition but I liked to open the windows as I intended to smoke a lot. After a few hours looking at the four walls, I decided to upgrade.

This is the view from my balcony of my new room, in the same hotel. The number one club, Blacks, was surprising close to me, literally a stone throw away, right at the corner. Directly facing me across the street on the left is a big 5 star hotel, with only a tiny bit appearing on the picture. Following the road to the left is a large Citibank, next to the hotel. Further down is a bunch of European banks, Lloyds, Barclays? , and some names that I don't recognize, which must be Swiss, Italian, Spanish banks etc.


Compared to the 5 star hotel you can see across from my balcony, I had a balcony, tall green plants, complete with British Homebase garden furniture! Not bad. But I think I had only half of a normal BA apartment. This is the complete width of the apartment.

I was pleased for a few seconds when I realized that my room had a kitchenette. I rejected the idea when I booked because of the escort-to-room rate ratio. The kitchenette turned out to be a great challenge. On the right is the new version with boutique disguise. On the left is the authentic version, smaller and shallower than a CA book shelf! But complete with kitchen sink, electric counter top stove and even fridge. Now the lovely toaster-grill is gone, replaced by a tasteless microwave. The electric stove is gone for safety, giving you a electric kettle instead, which boils water a lot faster, but not as fast as a microwave.

To compensate for my half size apartment, I got another quarter, up above. To reach it, there is the screw. There is nothing up there except for the bed, and a decent sized bath room with a
tub.

Buenos Aires 2

The East Coast has it all, a lot closer to the Caribbeans, Brazil, Buenos Aires and Europe. We only have Hawaii. Flying to BA takes as long as direct flights to the Far East, roughly the same as Europe. At the last minute, I hate to pay a lot for direct flights to BA, which I thought was closer in the same America. I flew via Miami instead.

Arriving at BA is a casual affair. Quite a number of people transit to neighboring countries, leaving about a bus load of passengers going through custom, easily handled by a single officer in a small area. You only notice that the airport is quite big and modern when you leave. I think a few planes set off together to US when I returned.

It's simplest to get cash at the ATM if you know where it is. After going through custom, you will see the big company providing both airport taxi and bus with English speaking staffs. The bus still drop you off at your hotel doors in turn, but there is a time table.

My hotel is Ulises Recoleta, before it turned into a Boutique hotel. Recoleta is the most expensive residential area in Argentina, like Beverly Hills or Manhattan, but a lot smaller. Small like Asia, that you can walk in and out of the neighborhood. It's just as densely populated as Asia, with mostly tall buildings, but with the occasional historical buildings.

I think this is my room in the new boutique disguise. Before it was more like La Quinta or Ramada, which are decent no-fancy motels. You can see all the space there is, except for the small bathroom.

I called my agent to see which girl she managed to book. Not Libia, whom I later think must be a bait. She is real alright, but she's also too popular because of the recommendations of the local American expats, or more appropriately, semi-retired Americans living cheap. If you don't have connections, you don't easily get your turn. And if you are seen as a nobody, newbie, loose canon, expecting too much, you will not have the chance to tell the truth.

Atina wasn't coming either. Maybe she wasn't keen on doing one hour as she had overnight rates. But it would be a waste of time if we couldn't get along. A short introduction first would be ideal.

So I would be waiting for Abril, my third choice. The front desk called me up to say that I have a visitor. She had to go through ID checks in order to get in. I was surprised when I opened the door. Instead of this, a spinner, I got something like this:

My Abril is not as big as in the picture, but similarly voluptuous. She is not model material, but she is tall and has long legs. I didn't remember if she was even blond, but she had medium to short hair. She was pleasant looking and may be a little prettier. However, cosmetics, along with any other imports, are luxury goods in Argentina. Most girls look a bit plain. It's very different from the plain look in USA, where you could spend a lot on cosmetics to hide the flaws. There was no sex in her clothes either. She could go to her day job, to school and commute in that.

It's so ridiculously different that I showed her my printed picture of her from the Internet, laughing at her. She tried to ignore me, kept her calm, remained courteous, walked past me and stayed deep inside the room, sitting on the bed.

Every time, I find it uneasy to turn down a girl. And this is what my local Spanish speaking agent can do for me, can I do any better? Between she and me, we can only communicate with a few English words. The only thing to do was to start stripping and get on with it.

There was something subtly not right about her, which I couldn't point my finger at then. Later I realized that she had an orange tan, very orange, orange on pale skin. If in CA I would think she was on some cheap wipe on tan. But in BA that would be expensive too. Maybe she really had the perfect tan that girls would kill for. That was the only resemblance of her and her less orange, more tan, Internet pictures.

My great disappointment was that she had two big flat flaps on her chest. It wasn't ugly at all, but just needed some time to get use to. There are plenty of imperfect real breasts in Asia and Europe, but they looked different. When talking about flat chested, it's usually in the form of A and sub A's, which can be quite perky as compared to two big flat tires. Of course in CA, you will never see that in an escort. The first thing she will do is to spend a few thousands or more to get an work-of-art-enhancement, flying to Asia for a better price if necessary.

Being accused of not-the-girl-in-the-picture, Abril had no illusions. She wasn't doing everything to keep me coming back. But she was very courteous, which had something to do with the fact that we didn't manage to break the ice. She wasn't GFE, and I didn't enter the John's trance. I wasn't that horny anyway. I booked someone for the afternoon because if I found the right girl, I could easily afford some company for the dinner, evening and might be more.

She got naked and got on the bed, lied causally at some random angle on the bed cover. I got on top. Did it. It was not at all gentle but the bed was still rather neat after I finally finished. Perhaps all action was vertical.

One good thing about S American girls is that, when they hear the magic word, they just turn over and spread a little, so I could enter from behind. She did have a nice firm ass.

By the way, she left me this card with her number on. There was my name and my room number too, which I still wondered why.

Buenos Aires

If you have a week to go somewhere alone, where will it be? The cost of service ruled out many places. Bangkok is too far and I was overwhelmed with information that I didn't want. Though, I do have fond memories for the one night I stopped over. I've been there and I'm not a big fan of the Caribbean, especially if I can go anywhere else. There are no easy targets in Eastern Europe and Russia. It's not easy to go around independently alone, and it seems not very safe. Brazil is relatively close, but I don't particularly dig Brazilian girls and I suppose I have to confine myself to the hotel complex to feel safe alone.

I ended up picking Argentina. There's lot of relevant information. They have a big Internet escort industry, though just as fake as US. It's supposed to be safe in some Buenos Aires neighborhoods. Being in California, you tend to hear a lot more about Spanish speaking destinations. There's a lot of other things too - food, wine, arts, shows, shopping, scenery, etc.

Imagine that, via an agent, I can make appointments before I leave home, for a few dollars or 10? These were the three choices I made on the afternoon of my arrival.

Libia, with both front and back view, must had done a lot for Buenos Aires tourist industry. If I were to create an ideal woman from scratch, it will not turn out to be like her. But when I see her semi-professional pictures, she became my first choice, and maybe the reason for going to Argentina - I had high hopes.

What could go wrong with Alina? If her face didn't match her pictures, I wouldn't let her in. She even stated a reasonable overnight rate too.




No girl stood out for the 3rd choice, so I picked Abril, who looked different from the rest, and took the risk.

Stay tuned for the rest of the week, at this point I was still at home!