Tijuana Reports

[QUOTE=ScottJones2020;5515845]Been to TJ many times in the past and just moved back to SD. I need to go into TJ at Otay Mesa crossing on Monday. Is there any fun to be found there? Recommendations? Thanks.[/QUOTE]Just get a cab from Otay to TJ. You may find some independent girls who live out by Otay, but no organized hobbying.

I have never been to TJ and wondering if it would be worth traveling alone during a mid morning weekday? I wouldn't plan on staying very long for my first trip.

[QUOTE=Emve1;5519946]I have never been to TJ and wondering if it would be worth traveling alone during a mid morning weekday? I wouldn't plan on staying very long for my first trip.[/QUOTE]Worth it how? You will be able to find girls at any time, but mid-morning weekday will be the slowest. Still plenty of options. What are you looking for and what kind of time do you have? If coming from San Diego, plan on at least an hour to get to the club, and anywhere from 1-4 hours to return to San Diego unless you have Global Entry or a SENTRI pass.

You could arrange for an escort to meet you near the border and take a cab together to a love motel. Afterwards you can get dropped back at the border. All told it will cost about $200 for the hour (including cab and room), so not MUCH cheaper than a hooker in SD. Or you could take a cab to the Zona Norte, go to a club and find a girl. That will cost $100-$150 for a half hour (including cab and room), depending on how many drinks you buy looking for the right girl. Or you could take a cab to the Zona Norte, find a streetwalker and pay $50 for 20 minutes (including cab and room).

As an experience, it's worth doing. But it's a lot of hassle for a short trip.

[QUOTE=Dwykz619;5516416]Since murder of one of the girls there, I don't see it getting any better. Just my. 02 cents though.[/QUOTE]Probably true.

Last time I went Adelitas the girl who I got told me that it died down after that.

Probably girl's don't want to work there when their security won't even check at the door.

She said they got strict with their customers but she seemed a little mad when I told her the guy didn't even pat me down when I got there.

Other than that she was amazing. Told her I was looking for a good time since last time I was disappointed and she gave me great service for going at 10 am.

I would go back with her but love trying new women out. I've realized the street girls from the back are way different from the club girls.

Took another trip over the boarder. Been wanting to hit the Asian agencies, but I always test the waters in TJ first. If I don't find what am looking for, I head to agency or AMP. My last visit walked all the clubs and couldn't really find what I was looking for. Decided to head back to HK and see what they had. Ended up walking in to the Chavelas and ran into a wonderful girl waiting her turn to get in to HK. Talked with her for a bit, she doesn't care for drinking, but wanted to go upstairs. I usually can get a girl to settle for 80, but she wouldn't budge. She told me all the guys give her 120 and a minimum 100.

I told her the only way I can give you 100 is videos and pictures are involved. She thought about it and said sure and we headed up to the room. Workers stilling trying to sucker guys into the $30+ room with drinks. When we walked up to the counter they asked for $30+. Told them no, and they figured out I've been there before. Made it to the room. This girls is hot and a great pleaser. Only downside was she couldn't take as hard of pounding like I prefer. But she was a champ for about 20 secs and then said no more. Really got to her in doggy position, so finish up in mish to completion. Did a great job jacking me off and alternating in between teasing my nipples and balls. Couldn't handle it anymore and explodes all over her chest! Another successful evening in TJ. Here's a few teasers. Go enjoy fellas.

Seems like you can enjoy TJ with US dollars. Any reason to have pesos on hand? Do the street vendors take dollars too?

[QUOTE=STandR;5522029]Seems like you can enjoy TJ with US dollars. Any reason to have pesos on hand? Do the street vendors take dollars too?[/QUOTE]You can get by with dollars anywhere in the zona but the street vendors may have trouble making change. They also may have poor exchange rates. Best to use pesos for street action (tacos or girls).

For the bars themselves, I always think it's just easier to use dollars. They peg their prices to the dollar and the girls quote dollars. Some girls may accept a discount if you offer pesos, but some will whip out a calculator app and see how much you are offering, so you never know.

[QUOTE=STandR;5522029]Seems like you can enjoy TJ with US dollars. Any reason to have pesos on hand? Do the street vendors take dollars too?[/QUOTE]If you get thirsty standing in the line to cross back to the USA, dollars can be a problem. None of the shops would accept a $20 when this happened to me, they said it was too much to buy a drink. But if you cross back late at night the line is short.

[QUOTE=Habeed;5524396]If you get thirsty standing in the line to cross back to the USA, dollars can be a problem. None of the shops would accept a $20 when this happened to me, they said it was too much to buy a drink. But if you cross back late at night the line is short.[/QUOTE]Making change is a problem all over Tijuana. Even paying in pesos, shops often don't have much change. It's always good to have smallish bills for any transaction.

[QUOTE=KCQuestor;5525813]Making change is a problem all over Tijuana. Even paying in pesos, shops often don't have much change. It's always good to have smallish bills for any transaction.[/QUOTE]My rule was always to cross over with a bunch of $1's for tips and grab-ass in the bars, a few $5's for cab fare and as many $20's and $10's as I could lay my hands on for the fichas and the ladies. I almost always had a few of the smaller bills remaining when crossing back.

Riding the Lightning.

It had been a long three weeks, but the day was finally here. Not long after returning from last month's visit, I had found an incredible deal online from Spirit. Round trip from Vegas to San Diego and back for $44. I immediately booked thinking "fuck, I can't even Uber across the valley for that"; I simply couldn't pass it up. I had followed up by reserving a room for 2 nights at Cascadas. I figured I'd experiment with staying in Zona Norte this time. Due to my overall dissatisfaction with Hotel Ticuan last trip, and also in the interest of saving a considerable amount of dinero by avoiding the extra expenditure for short-time rooms. I figured it would be win-win. In addition, I first came to appreciate staying in Zona Centro to facilitate escort visits should the bar scene prove not to my liking. I had been shown a good time with the escorts that took care of me in 2019, but as it turns out, I prefer the bar girl / paradita scene. Besides, there's no shortage of available escorts in Vegas (obviously) for when the mood strikes me. Since I'd planned at least two trips in September, and a follow up at least once in October, it only made sense to pick up a VIP card this time as well.

So, I was checking my email about a week and a half prior to this trip and was delighted to find that Spirit had bumped me off my flight and scheduled my departure for Wednesday instead of Tuesday, robbing me of one of a full day in the Zona. Being the kunts that they are, Spirit credited me instead of providing a refund when I cancelled the flight reservation. I considered reaching out to my bank for a charge-back, but it was only $44 dollars and I had 90 days to apply it to a future visit. I know it's the principle, and yes I was disgusted, but I've learned to pick my battles. However, once I get my credit applied, that will be the last time I fly with Spirit. I also considered cancelling the trip straight out (since I also have a trip planned the 3rd week of September), but remembered that my new amigo and wingman from my August visit had mentioned he was bringing his kid brother down the same days for his 30th birthday. I sucked it up and booked with Frontier even though the flight was considerably more that what I paid Spirit.

I was pretty amped when I jumped out of bed Tuesday. The Frontier flight was scheduled to depart Vegas at 16:30 ish, which meant I'd be arriving in the Zona at least a few hours earlier than I did in August. Because we can't have nice things, the adventure started when I was in the Uber on my way to McCarran and the driver took the exit to terminal 3. Since I wasn't planning on making any international stops on my hop to San Diego I asked him where we were going. Ironically in the end, due to a twist of events, he had been right. After my gate was changed 3 times (2 terminals, 3 concourses, and 3 gates), we did end up departing from a gate in terminal 3. Thank the gods for the gate change text updates from the airline, or I probably would have missed my flight. I had my phone plugged into a charging table and had heard a grand total of zero intercom gate change announcements. I had been meditating to Gojira's "Born for Just one Thing" alternating with Decapitated's "Blindness" in an attempt to achieve that blessed state of black / death metal Zen that I've so come to appreciate. Once I figured out what was going on, I hurried through the gauntlet of re-assignments so that I could enjoy the follow-up hour delay for departure. Apparently we just needed an albatross to fall out of the sky to curse our voyage, and we'd be on our happy way.

We touched down in San Diego finally. I purchased a "protein cookie" and an iced coffee from one of the concourse vendors (that isn't Starbucks), and had just enough time to wolf it down before the MTS 992 picked me up to ferry me to the trolley station. Pieces of cookie were flying everywhere as I tried to inhale without getting any crumbs stuck in my beard. I simultaneously opened the new "Pronto" ticketing app so that I could begin cashing in on the free bus and trolley fare for the month of September. On my way downtown, I realize that I'm really getting to know my way around that side of San Diego. I wish I could write that before I knew it I was in the pedestrian line explaining to the agent what I'd be doing in Mexico. Truthfully, the ride on the blue line was agonizing, and seemed like a trans-pacific voyage. Thankfully once at the border I was again permitted to cross without an FMM. There was no guy on the walkway down by the taxis offering the Zona shuttle this time, and since I am impatient and didn't yet have my VIP card, I settled for a taxi ride to Cascadas. I asked the driver to drop me at the alley entrance in back, but for whatever reason he chose to drop in front of HK. My OC amigo had referred me to one of the guys at reception, informing me of what last two numbers to request for a room, and for which floors. He gave me some sound advice and advised that of all the people receiving tips in the Zona, the gentlemen at reception should take top priority. Though I was flying by the seat of my pants and not really sure where they were issued, I was able to get my first VIP card easily enough at what could only be the concierge podium next to front reception. Once I confirmed my reservation, I was careful to specify which room numbers would suit me best, and offered a modest gratuity for the favor. I ended up with a posh enough room in one of the back wings with carpeted hallway flooring. My OC buddy told me the carpet would reduce the noise from the clacking stilettos through the course of the nights during my stay. Good looking out amigo, I owe you a donut.

My wingman had text me when I was on the blue line trolley. Him and his brother had already checked in to Cascadas and were throwing back chasers in his brother's room. He instructed that I reach out after checking in, and I did so. They said they would stop by my room and we could set out from there. Once they headed down, introductions were made and we chatted briefly before deciding to warm up at Bar Tropical before we took birthday boy to Hong Kong for his first time. We were subjected to the routine pat down and body temperature reading before entering the club. It was more lively than I had remembered from the night I was in and out on my prior visit. There was a good selection of girls seated around the club, and one dancing on the pole to the east of the entrance. We rolled up on a table with a good view of the pole, and as the masero was taking our drink order I was looking around surveying the talent when I caught a glance of an absolute bombshell. Something about her reminded me of the actress that played Apollonia in the first Godfather movie. Like Michael, I felt like I was hit by "the thunderbolt" when our eyes met. She was very tan with long curly black extensions, blood red lipstick, and eyes that would never surrender. The yellow dress she was rocking fit perfectly and set everything else off. I immediately whipped my head back to my amigos and asked "holy fuck, do you see that chick in the yellow dress? Well, she must have noticed our reaction because the masero was still standing next to us when to my surprise and delight she jumped into the booth next to me. Fortunately, I was in the 3rd wheel position so there's that. I was even more blown away when she was right up on me and couldn't help thinking "why isn't she working in HK? It occurred to me that perhaps she was a bad girl and was on a time-out from HK. I became both hopeful and intrigued as I ordered a ficha for her. She asked me my name, and told me hers. In what has become a recurring theme, I immediately forgot it. We chatted it up a bit while she gave us all a good look at her prime cuts. She was also grindy, cuddly and somewhat kissy with me, but not too over the top. She was happy to allow me to roam, and I encouraged my buddies to cop a feel. Not wanting to grab the first chica I came across, I explained to her that we were going to be in and out of the clubs, as it was one of our group's first time in the Zona. I pulled up my whatsapp to give her my digits and asked how late she'd be working. I told her to reach out when she was getting close to quitting time if I had not yet stopped by. She text me before she bounced, and I locked her in. Us three enjoyed our drinks while watching the girls and continuing to catch up. My amigo from last time had visited Guatemala and Costa Rica in the interim, and was giving a brief report which I very much enjoyed and had been looking forward to.

We somehow came to the decision that it was time. I bubbled with anticipation as we crossed the street to HK. After passing security, we hit the gift shop for our free drink vouchers. I could not wait to watch the birthday boy's reaction. They pulled back the curtains, and of course he was all smiles. He wasn't the only one. We grabbed our drinks and did a lazy lap downstairs and upstairs as we surveyed the talent. What can be said about the girls there that already hasn't been reported ad nauseum. But there is nothing like sharing in the joy of a fellow punter's first time in the promised land. We finally pulled up next to the back stage where they do the shaving cream shows. I told my amigos I wanted to look for the tall lithe girl with the glasses that I wasn't able to make time for on my last visit. I had thought much about her in the intervening three weeks since my last trip, and was really hoping she'd be working. I'm not proficient in the least when it comes to thinning individuals out from a crowded scene, but the god of fuck answered my prayers and after a lap and a half, there she was. Our eyes met and I stopped in my tracks. She smiled at me with what I hoped was a look of recognition. She was sitting in one of the back booths in the front of the club. I cocked my head to one side, held my open hand out in her direction as if I knew she would come to me. Still smiling, she immediately jumped up, walked over, and took my hand in hers. I returned a smile and gave her a big hug before dragging her back to my amigos. They had moved off the stools under the mini-stage to a table in the meantime, and invited us to sit down as we approached. Because I am a simpleton I was grinning from ear to ear. The girl I like to think of as "the librarian" told me her name was "Yireth". She had told me as much my last visit, but of course her name was in my dilapidated memory banks for all of 30 seconds before it evaporated. We all chopped it up and threw back several drinks and fichas in between me playing grab ass with my new flaca and nerding out to demonstrate my duolingo espanol app I've been learning with. At one point, I asked "Yireth" if she had any amigas for my amigos as they had both stated that nothing had as of yet caught their collective eyes. She did us a solid and in fact called another bespectacled slender girl over that I found really attractive as well. Birds of a feather perhaps. But unfortunately my amigos did not share my sentiment, so they sent her off with a propina and an apology, thanking her for her time. I shrugged, thanked "Yireth" for the trouble, and ordered her another ficha. To the best of my memory, not terribly long after that, some older dude happened by with what looked like an old reel to reel machine hanging from his neck and a pair of metallic handles, one in each of his hands. He explained to the best of his ablility that he was offering a chance to experience the flow of electricity or something similar, so I put two and two together and figured what was hanging around is neck was some sort of battery rig or generator. By this time I had indulged in more than a few cervezas and my inner demons had been making their way up from the depths, they indeed were not far below the surface. In addition, I had my new friends and tonight's first conquest to entertain. Challenge accepted. I grabbed one metallic handle with one hand and his free hand with the other as I offered my best thousand-yard weigh-in stare and gave him a nod. You're in my world now big boy. He turns one of the knobs, and the current begins to flow through us. I was shocked once as a young child, and the memory is renewed as I feel the familiar vibration of the energy that pulses between us. I empty my mind and embrace it with complete dispassion, never blinking or taking my eyes from his. He makes a good show of surprise and amazement as he gradually increases the intensity while my eyes promise death. Finally, he realizes we may continue on forever as I'm not going to tap. He shuts off the current and offers me a shallow Asian bow while holding his hands together in front of his chest and tells me "4 dollars". I give him 5, a smile, and a hug to demonstrate that I'm not really a psychopath. Because, fuck that guy.

Anyway, after that brief pause for station identification, I realized I had been drinking the whole time and forgot to take any vitamins. I quickly chewed up three 20's as if they were baby aspirin, and made a show of sticking out my tongue to reveal the white coating. I ordered "Yireth" another ficha and explained to my amigos that I'd soon need to step out for a minute to savage "the librarian". We negotiated an agreement while she finished her last ficha. Unfortunately she was not down with the some of the items I requested on the menu, consequently I was not down with her full ask. But at the end of the day she's a business woman, and took my offer.

We headed upstairs while playfully enjoying each other's company. I was slightly saddened to see that when she took off the stilettos, she was in fact a good two inches shorter than me. Because I am a near-idiot it did not occur to me to have her put them back on. However, my mild disappointment dissipated when she took off her glasses and went from an 8 or so to a hard 9. 5. I actually said out loud "WOW". I suppose that was not very polite. The service though sterile, was very accommodating and well worth the cost of admission. She offered no protest as I took her in every way imaginable; as if I owned her. It felt great to get that first one out of the way. After, she showered and dressed. I thanked her while explaining that I needed a shower of my own. I bid her adios and hugged her goodbye on her way out. After I jumped out of the shower, I text my amigo. Him and his brother were still in HK, I told him I was on my way back down. They were ready to head to Chicago of all places. I told them I was down, and over we went. We weren't at the table even two minutes before we were swarmed by ficha seeking predators. A lovely mixed woman with a generous booty and super soft flesh climbed up on my lap with her pitch. I gave her a tip for the feel I copped, waived her off, and explained that I was good; and lied through my teeth when I told her I'd return tomorrow. In truth, though I love black and mixed women, she was not remotely to my liking. A super cute girl in a revealing stars and stripes one piece saddled up on the birthday boy. I thought for sure he was going to take her up at one point, but in the end he sent her on her way. Though, not before buying her a ficha and raining propinas. Once she was off his lap, my amigos decided they wanted to go back to Bar Tropical. We make our way back over to BT, and order more alcohol. At this point, I'm amazed that I'm the only one that has handled business, and tell them as much in an attempt at a fun ribbing. I looked around but did not see the bombshell. I sent her a text, but she did not reply. I supposed she probably had a cock in her mouth like the good little puta she is. We weren't there long, and the brothers decide they want to return to Hong Kong. Birthday boy is having a great time while we enjoy the scenery back at HK. I remembered to look at my phone at one point and noticed that the bombshell replied to my text about 20 minutes after I sent it, and I enjoy a private chuckle. Meanwhile my amigos are transfixed by an adept dancer on the big hoop. I text the bombshell back asking where she is. She tells me she is still at Bar Tropical but gets off in 90 minutes. Then she text to request that I come back and text her when I get inside. I chew up a few more vitamins before I finish my last cerveza and tell my amigos that I'm going back for the girl in the yellow dress. I say my goodbyes and tell them that I'll text when I finish. I head over to BT and text the bombshell. Not long after, we are at a table together smiling and laughing. I ordered her a ficha and myself an agua. I apologized for forgetting her name, and she reminded me that she calls herself "Catalina". I cut to the chase and use google translate to ask her what she will NOT do in the bedroom. Her menu is very relaxed. We talk donation, and I tell her that at her ask I'm going to need an hour. To my surprise she agrees without hesitation. We make out and enjoy each other's company while she finishes her drink. By this time I'm really turned on again despite having just released a few hours prior. We get back to my room, and either she is a top notch performer, we share really good energy, or both. Honestly, at one point I felt like I was done, but she was having none of it. Though in the end she tapped; so I guess I can still hang. Either way, it was hot as fuck and I was satisfied to the core of my being. Because my obnoxiousness is only surpassed by my generosity (not to mention my humility), I rewarded her with a generous tip and left it with the rest of her donation on the counter. She asked me if I needed her to leave. I used google translate to tell her she could leave whenever she was ready, and that I was cool. In retrospect, that may have been a lost in translation moment. She laid down on her stomach and requested a massage. I happily obliged as massaging a beautiful woman is one of my all time favorite activities; though in truth I usually prefer it prior to the main event. Soon after, she starts complaining about the room being "frio" and gets under the covers. Under my breath I mumble "mujeres". I cuddle up next to her and before I know it she's out cold. I spent most of the next couple of hours laying next to her and wondering what would come of this situation. There is no way I'm going to let myself fall asleep with a chica in the room. Every so often her phone goes off and I'm tempted to wake her and bring it to her attention, but since I'm weak and since she looked so peaceful, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. While my eyes are inches away from her striking face, I study her remarkable profile and think to myself that she looks like she was sculpted by Michelangelo. Even as I write this, I can close my eyes and see her perfect Roman lines. After what seems like an eternity she finally comes to with a start, and I am more than a little relieved. It has been a long day and some shut-eye sounds super inviting at this point. We get her showered and I thank her and say my goodbyes. I checked my phone to discover that the older hermano of my two amigos took the birthday boy back to his room before the inevitable "one too many". He had also text me that he was retiring for the night after having returned to Chicago Club for the mixed girl that was apparently to his liking; only to find she was gone. He promised we'd all meet back up the next day.

With that, I showered and so my first September night in the Zona came to a close.

More to come.

It's a cold hard game.

So. I was awakened several times in the early morning Wednesday. Starting around 08:45. I was not really too sure what was going on, but I heard radio chatter and racket. I came to find out later that day from one of my amigos heretofore known as "the birthday boy" that there is currently construction / renovation in progress in Cascadas. Amazingly, I was able to doze-off despite the noise and feeling a deep need for the agua that I failed to stock up on when I first arrived; because you know, the big brain. Once I was ready to get up and around, it was already coming up on 13:00 and I was still feeling more than a little murky. I checked my phone to find a text from my amigo inquiring about my adventures with "the girl in the yellow dress". He told me that his younger brother and himself had already had breakfast at Azuls and he was going to try to get some work done while his brother recovered in his own room with a little hair of the dog. I told him I was going to grab some breakfast and run to OXXO to grab some water. I was not going to have a repeat of the night prior. He text me his brother's room and digits and told me he'd meet up with us when he had his business addressed and concluded.

I eventually found my way down to Azuls while further familiarizing myself with the layout of Cascadas. Honestly, I was hanging a little from the night prior. Food did not sound all that good. My recent forays in TJ aside, I am rarely in the habit of drinking. I tell the waiter I just want some coffee and water to start. I had seated myself out on the patio, because why not. It was still early in the day, but because I'm a lizard, the humidity was already feeling uncomfortable. Since my phone is a potato, or maybe because I am a cave man, I've never been able to use the camera to scan the barcode and have the menu pop up regardless of the establishment. Or it might just be that whatever works for everyone else rarely works for me. So not a bit of surprise struck me while I was having the same issue at Azul. I googled the menu instead, and decided on a egg ciabatta sandwich type thing. It had ham, and although swine is a filthy animal, ham was one of the few things that was sounding good. I wish I had paid closer attention because it had melted cheese on it, and I'm not the biggest fan of cheese. Especially with eggs. I've always wondered why people would choose to eat cheese when they could have ice cream instead, but maybe that's just me. Anyway, the blinds were pulled down to about 3 1/2 inches off the table which afforded me a great deal of anonymity and the perfect angle to observe all the happenings great and small in paradita alley this fine morning. I divided my attention between that, my phone, and the bar girls eating at Azuls. I was choking down the sandwich (it was good despite the cheese, my stomach. Not so much) and trying to shake off the cobwebs when I received an emoji accented good morning / besos text from "Catalina". I initially ignored it, but eventually went against my better judgement and answered by asking how she was feeling. I continued to work on breakfast and text the younger of the hermanos but did not think to tell him who I was. I'm braindead like that. I was learning a great deal about the zona from my vantage point. There was one particular gentleman in the alley that had somehow attracted my notice. At first I mistook him for a chulo, then after careful study realized that he was making great use of the sewage / drainage system and sidewalk covers to produce novelties wrapped in plastic and in bags for the girls that were handing him money. It looked like he had something for everybody, not just the girls; and great customer service to boot. I also noticed a few of his comrades and they were all staying pretty busy. Oddly, every now and again they would all disappear and coincidentally enough a marked vehicle would happen by. The hustle is alive and well in TJ it seems; it was delightful to watch. Of all the times I had walked the alley I had never taken the time to notice, but then again the paraditas serve as a worthwhile distraction; so I feel I should get a pass. In any event, it served as a stark reminder of how deep the water is here.

I took my time with breakfast and had a second coffee and finally started coming to. I went down to my amigo's room and knocked a few times. I figured he must have gone to the bar or was out running errands, and started to walk away when I heard the door open behind me. We hung out in his room a bit, and he would periodically walk down the hallway to smoke near the opened screened window while we shot the shit. It was nice, we were finally getting to know one another without the distraction and noise of the clubs, real talk. He wanted to get change, and I wanted to get water and some more cash so we bounced to take care of business. We couldn't get into the OXXO by the Sushi place due to what appeared to be covid capacity restrictions. One of the street promoters for the massage place next to BT (after giving us his pitch) was kind enough to lead us next door to OXXO where a mom and pop were selling cold bottled water on the cheap with some other stuff. I grabbed 4 one liter bottles and gave one to my amigo, they were only 20 pesos apiece by the way. Once he had his change, and what was left of my water was in my room fridge I talked him into bar hopping. For some odd reason I wanted to show him Adelitas Bar. I don't know if it was still too early, but the scene was dead. The girls were not bad, but there weren't many and they didn't look like they wanted to be there. I think I saw only one other guy inside. So naturally we didn't stay long. I found myself once again inside HK. The coffee had done it's trick and I was finally alive and breathing. Unfortunately for me, the morning time (whenever that may happen to be on any particular day) is my favorite time to punt. We found a table and because I have so much brain damage, I found myself surprised at how many really hot girls were in the bar so early. They were also very thirsty it appeared. More than a few were on us for fichas and arribas. Did I mention I love to punt early in the day? Little problems was trying to burst forth from my shorts, tingly and drooling, and started his motivational speaker bullshit. Do it, do it, DO IT! There was one girl in particular that had a ridiculously athletic body even by HK standards. She was wearing white yoga / tights that might as well have been painted on. In addition, she had my weakness on display with her high cut top, her abs were just stupid. Did I mention her ass? This chica definitely does not skip leg day. I was feeling that sometimes life just isn't fair. It was obvious she had had some work done, but it was what it was and the motivational speaker was reaching a fever pitch. It didn't help that she smelled so good and was massaging the speaker through my shorts right in front of my amigo. Zero fucks given. Anyway, I couldn't get past her five-head and botox, and the platinum bleached hair was way over the top. Despite often ending up inside them, I honestly don't prefer blondes. I told her maybe later, and she graciously moved back to her prior perching spot, but stayed in my field of view. My buddy had also attracted the attention of a chica that might have had the best natural body that I have ever seen in person, one in a million. I was humbly reminded that though the girl from Bar Tropical the night prior had rung my bell in the most resounding way possible, this beauty was in fact the definition of "bombshell" - she was the real McCoy. Full, toned, and voluptious with a perfect percentage of body fat she had beyond any shadow of a doubt hit the genetic lottery at birth. In short, she was flawless, and looked like she belonged on the cover of an old-school Playboy or Penthouse magazine. I told my amigo that we may be witnessing her on her absolute best day, her true "prime". She had been dancing on the stage in front of us while the blonde had been molesting me. My amigo was commenting on her unbelievable looks and expressing his interest. I was obviously in agreement and trying to look out, so I advised that he'd better grab her right after she gets down if he was serious. He was shyly protesting and making excuses, so I let it go. I was so proud of him when he goosed her ass as she was walking by that I had a tear in my eye. She was super receptive and friendly despite her knock-out looks. She was on my amigo's lap and he looked to be having the time of his life. With her so close to us my eyes almost fell out of my head when she pulled out her chi-chis. I was there, I saw them, and I still can't believe it. I'm not even a tit man. They were easily double-ds if not better and looked like they had been painted by DaVinci himself, just like the rest of her. Anyway, about that time my amigo requested that I text his older with our whereabouts. I tried to do so but was interrupted as a natural pair of tits (almost as nice as the ones my amigo had his hands on) crashed abruptly into my face. I realized the futility of it all and admitted to myself that the motivational speaker is about to win. I'm fighting the good fight, but these chicas are bringing the heat. I'm just a man after all. So now I have a lovely petite beauty of my own that has parked her perfect backside on my lap and is trying to either smother me or resuscitate me with her pillow-soft natural tits. I can't figure out which, I'm not sure I even care. Little problems is threatening to remove me from his last will and testament if I don't do something RIGHT NOW! Despite the unbridled madness happening in my pants I thank the girl and tell her that I'll be ready in an hour or so. Thankfully she moved on before I embarrassed myself, and my amigo's older text back replying something to the effect of "fuck work, I'm coming down". I tried to catch my breath and get my feet under me as I enjoyed the rest of the scenery. The real McCoy was still working the birthday boy, and wow if he wasn't just hating it! Poor guy, the struggle is real. The minutes pass and I start to regain my composure, but I am still really jazzed up. Feeling the inevitable and impending punt I chew a handful of baby aspirin and wash it down with more agua. As we are waiting for the older of my amigos, reckless boob girl returns and I buy her a ficha. She tells me she calls herself "Angelica", and for once the name sticks. Her and I are negotiating menu and donation when my other amigo finally walks by and we grab him and make space at the table. Not long after, "Angelica" finishes her ficha and is pushing for arriba, and I am more than ready. I apologize for rudely dipping right after my other buddy arrived, but it's all good among friends. We went up and to nobody's surprise it was spectacular. It didn't hurt that it was early in the day, and I was so worked up that I was practically vibrating. I almost never cry out, but when I finished I wasn't completely sure I wasn't having a seizure. Being the hardened pro she is she did not stick around, and I have to say I appreciated that, oddly. She said something about going to lunch and we said our goodbyes. After I showered I text my buddy and he told me to meet them at Tropical. As I head over I'm so relaxed I feel like I've taken a tranquilizer dart intended for a rhino right in the glute. I'm practically floating down the stairs to the street. To the disappointment of my amigos I order another aqua once I'm at their table. I told them I'm not drinking until later; I still felt like I had gotten a bit carried away in the excitement of the night prior. We enjoy watching several girls take to the pole and I even tipped a few as they walked by the table, they weren't bad at all. I asked the younger what happened to the centerfold, he explained that since he had been drinking most of the morning and afternoon he unfortunately wasn't up for it, both literally and figuratively. The mind was willing but the body, not so much. I told him that the limited sleep due to the construction racket probably didn't help, and that I understood. I asked the older of my amigos what his plans were. He said he was planning to meet up with an indy in a few hours at La Mansion. I told him I'd be excited for a report. The hermanos two were getting hungry, as was I. I was craving Sushi One, but they were wanting Azul so I found myself with them at a table there not long after. I enjoyed another coffee and a grilled chicken salad with spinach, cheese, fruits, and nuts. I don't know if it was goat cheese in the salad, but it looked and tasted like it. Like a well made reuben, everything went together splendidly and I told our server I did not need any dressing. Both amigos commented on how tranquil I was. I explained that "Angelica" was kind enough to give me a phenomenal climax and I was still basking in the afterglow. While we were eating, the older of the two got a text from the indy; she had to cancel. Something to do with her kid. The younger revealed his plans to take a 3 ish hour "siesta" for some recovery so that he could live the night, and assured us that he would set an alarm before excusing himself to his room. The older told me he wanted to grab a shower and head back to Tropical, still hiding his intent. To which in fact I was completely oblivious at the time. I told him I was going back to my room to take a break, but I'd be happy to join him at BT if he wanted company. He said he did and would text after his shower.

So, I was on my bed reading when my amigo text that he was headed down to my room. Once in my room, he confided in me his desire to hook up with the girl in the yellow dress from the other night, the girl calling herself "Catalina". I told him I highly recommended her, and asked if he wanted me to text and find out if she was working. Oddly, he seemed relieved and thanked me, but I get it. She text back right away and was in fact working. We head over and find (I think) the same table we had been camping on our prior visits. My buddy is double checking with me that everything is alright, and I text "Catalina" to tell her that we were there and that I did not see her. I told him I had no further interest, not because she wasn't awesome, just because I love variety and there are so many girls here. My buddy mentioned that we could be eskimo brothers and I couldn't help but laugh as I told him that I had enough eskimo brothers to fill a stadium, he'd be in good company. I was unable to get the next sentence out of my mouth before "Catalina" jumped into the booth next to me with a gigantic smile on her face, wrapped me up and gave me a huge kiss. Oh, boy. Because I am human, I felt like a grimy worm and had to take a deep breath. Bros before hos as the saying goes. I whispered in her ear "my amigo likes you" and motioned to the open spot next to him. I'm not exactly sure what I saw on her face, but she recovered in an instant and gave my buddy a big smile as she cuddled up next to him. I politely made my escape and wished my buddy luck with a fist bump. I could not bring myself to make eye contact with her before I got up from the table. I text her "thank you baby, kisses" after I was out of the bar. She read it later that night, but did not reply and has not text me since, so whatever I suppose. It's a cold hard game.

I half heartedly walk back to Hong Kong and turn in my voucher; now I need a drink. I sit down on a stool at the bar in front because HK was already almost standing room only and it was not yet 20:00. More than a few girls approached, but none were even close to my type, I was actually wondering what a few of them were even doing in HK, as they were not of caliber in my humblest of opinions. I did see the real McCoy dancing on the bar not far from me. I considered approaching her after she got down, but for reasons unknown I just wasn't feeling it. Even as I write this, I'm not sure what my problem was there. One of the chicas did piss me off. She sat down sharking for a ficha (but did not ask me directly), I asked her if she was going to dance and pointed to the pole to change the subject. Immediately after I see her speaking to the bartender out of the corner of my eye. I was keeping my back to her and paying obvious attention to the girls on the poles because my spidey senses were tingling. As I suspected, not long after I notice the bartender set a ficha down in front of her and hit me for it. I said to him "I didn't order that" while emphatically shaking my head "no" and he gave the girl a look of reproach before he snatched the ficha and put it under the bar, or trashed it. I was thinking to myself "this * right here", but I let it go as she stood there unfazed. It was turning into one of those nights where one does not want to leave his stool to piss, but yeah. Now was the time.

I returned to find the stool taken of course, but I found an opening further down the bar. I noticed a few of the girls I was with last time I was down. One waved at me and smiled, I nodded back. She had removed her curly red extensions and her natural flat ironed hair looked phenomenal, really brought out her striking facial features. I swear I am not making this up when I tell you that almost immediately after I nodded, I felt someone grab the hair on top of my head. I turn back around to the bar and look up to see "the librarian" smiling and looking down at me. I wondered how many more times I'll have to come down here before I'll feel like I've banged half the girls in the bar. I was patiently reviewing the talent and drinking cervezas while enjoying the dancing. For some reason, I couldn't find anything I liked. I considered that I might be punted out for the time being, but I'm persistent if nothing else. I did see a most impressive performance on the stage by the stairs with the ring and pole by a very slender and athletic girl with a close cropped haircut. She did that thing where she was holding herself out away from the pole with her arms extended and was slowly descending the pole in a standing position while she moved her legs in a lazy gait. It produced the same pleasing illusory effect as Michael Jackson's infamous "moonwalk". From the looks of the crowd, I was not the only one impressed. I considered approaching her after she got down off the pole, but didn't. She wasn't on the floor long before I saw her get snatched up by a guy that I've seen at HK numerous times before. He must be a regular. Props to him, hopefully she gave him his money's worth. I did finally see a girl I almost moved on dancing in front. She was short of stature with a fit toned look that almost approached thick. I really liked her build, but her face didn't quite do it for me despite her giving me several smiling glances. I was considering throwing in the towel and calling it a night since I had to wake up early in order to get back to San Diego for my flight home. I decided to make one final lap in an attempt to locate a girl that would snap me out of it. As I walked toward the stairs I made eye contact again with "Christine" from my prior trip and realize I will have to clear her to make it to the stairs / ramp. I tell her "hola" as I give her a hug, and whisper in her ear "your hair looks fucking amazing". She smiled back at me, hopefully she took the compliment to heart. As I walk up the ramp a pixie grabs me from the other side of the railing and wraps me up. I find myself stareing into a face I recognized. The last time I was in the Zona I saw her posted up on the stairs in between the first and second floor. Each time I would pass she would reach out, grab my shirt and smile. I always smiled back and felt flattered, but I never said hello. Mostly due to the fact that her favorite look to rock is that cliche schoolgirl anime thing that doesn't really speak to me. Also, she dyes her hair blonde. Why must it be blonde? Though she has that same exotic slightly Asian look that I've mentioned on prior occasions, so she does wear it well. Anyway, she's back in her favorite halloween costume wearing the short plaid skirt, knotted button down, and white thigh high hose. This time though she doesn't have the twin antennae pony-tails, she has her hair cropped and braided on one side of her scalp. I must admit, I had thought of her during the interim weeks between visits, and considered keeping an eye out on the stairs. Now I'm face to face with her, she is looking cute as a button and of course smells good. And just like that, the reptile brain flips the switch, and we are back in business. Another fucking blonde added to the body-count though, sigh. She asks my name and tells me she calls herself "Daylin". I ask her if she wants a drink, she asks me if I want a table. And I do. Thankfully she wants to walk to the adjoining Chavela's to find us a table. As we make our way to Chavela's, we first pass by "the librarian" who raises her eyebrows. Because I am a filthpig, I just shrugged my shoulders while opening my arms wide with my best "well, what do you expect?" look. I repeated the look and gesture as we walked by the last girl I was considering that had been on the pole only minutes prior. Either I was imagining things, or "Daylin's" ficha and my cerveza were cheaper at Chavela's than they would have been at HK. It makes no sense, but I'll take it. I realize I haven't had any vitamins in a while so I hurriedly chew a few and wash them down with a couple of swigs of Sol. We do the usual ficha interview complete with grinding and negotiations and we are on the same page. I can't get over how adorable she is with her cute little face complete with braces. I don't even have 1/4 of my cerveza down, and she has already quaffed her ficha. Of course the masero is right back at the table, but I tell him we are on our way up. I chug my sol and belch, up we go. Once we are in the room, she gets on the bed and asks me if I want her shoes on or off. I select the latter. I jump in the shower and tell "Daylin" that "I'm feeling dirty". We get down to business, but not before I pull off the white thigh highs. Everything was very nice, she took great care of me. It was an excellent final hurrah of the trip.

Though I was in bed relatively early, I had a hard time getting to sleep. My mind was whirring, processing the events of my visit. In addition, there was a good amount of activity in the hallways and (fortunately for some of my neighbors) in the rooms.

Checkout was easy, I didn't bother grabbing coffee at Azul or OXXO, I went straight to Valet for the shuttle. I really didn't want any caffeine before the dreaded wait in the ped east line, nor the full bladder that would come with it. My one amigo had mentioned that he timed his last trip through the border. My last visit was around the 90 min mark. I did stop-watch this one and it was 2 hrs and 8 minutes. I really need to look into one of these SENTRI cards. In the meantime, I think I'm going to start looking into red-eyes back to Vegas.

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[QUOTE=Emve1;5519946]I have never been to TJ and wondering if it would be worth traveling alone during a mid morning weekday? I wouldn't plan on staying very long for my first trip.[/QUOTE]So I went my first time alone of a Monday at 2 in the afternoon and I had the best time of my life I think everything opens up just before noon. They only downside is getting back to San Diego is going to be a long wait in line. Best time to cross back is in the middle of the night. Have fun and let us know.

I'm making a trip Oct. 19-23. It will be my 8th visit, and probably my last for a couple years.

Def going to be an all out party and I'm looking to cross a couple things off my bucket list.

I want to participate in a gangbang or orgy. Not sure if anything like this gets organized in the zona, or if it's a better strategy to find a chica who's down, and look for a local swingers party or club?

Also would like to know if any other ethnicities of girls are available anywhere (I know it's a long shot, but an asian / Latina threesome would be nice).

If anyone is going to be in town at the same time, message me and I'm always down for drinks & chicas! I speak "ok" Spanish.