During the evening nipped off down to the HOLIDAY. A place similar to the LIDO. It’s right next to the BALCONY (inside, it turned out to be a crappy place with a crappy atmosphere, but it’s nice for sitting outside and being chatted up). Up the stairs again, entrance fee as far as I can remember, 15 (consumption voucher, one is able to use the slip to get drinks for the amount paid, in this case 15 Reais). The watery beer costs 15 smackers. When seen in the light, the place is a bit of a dump, reminds me a bit of the upstairs bars in Patpong. Live shows with wick dipping (it wasn’t me).

The girls are better looking; I had the blond a few times.There is something about the place, completely worn out sofas, a fat and old Ami couple are sitting in the corner enjoying their reluctance. The drinks are expensive. On the first day I fucked the blond in the “Room”, haggled her down to 120 (including barfine), at first she wanted 150. The room: A sort of a broom closet behind the bog, really tiny, couldn’t lie down. I was so horny that I had the bitch on the bench, gave her the works, next door a sort of a junk room, a bit like on a building site.

Air conditioning, no chance, fan, yes. The DJs fan blows the stuffy air out of the pub directly onto the couch! Maybe he always watches what’s going on there. Honestly, the place is one of the worst, we were there quite a few times, we just loved it. By the way, we did however prefer to take the hens back to the hotel with us, 100 + 50 for 2 – 3 hours, Rio is expensive. The lads were able to dissuade me from taking the black one (15), I still don’t really know why.

Evenings in HOLIDAY. There are still a few nice hens there, but if one takes a better look at the lot of them, one does in general feel like puking. One has to look very carefully, at the prices as well. Visiting the place once or twice is ok, but all the time…. Today, a couple of the older hens are performing a lesbian show. The two pictures must be enough to act as a deterrent. If I show their guts then one or the other of you will probably see breakfast for the second time. At about one in the morning, I picked up a small Negra outside HELP and took her with me for the agreed price of 100.

The usual ID control down at hotel CANADA where we are staying this time. I now have my large room. She is nice and works well, I’m satisfied. After an hour of action, I decided that I have had enough and pay. She wants the taxi fare. I gave her another five, which made her give a tired smile. The fiver is only enough to get her to HELP, she can clean out someone else. I’m knackered from the journey and sleep well, alone.

One thing is obvious; everyone who has something in his or her hand is holding it tight. Women have their handbags hung around their necks, and hold them with both hands as if their whole belongings have been stuffed into them. Men run around holding their briefcases tight with both hands. Thieves are supposed to come at one from behind on motorbikes or walking. Quite often, they are kids, 10 or 12 years old. C had told us that they were the most dangerous, because they have nothing to loose. Brazilians love to wear their shirts or T-shirts outside their trousers. We did the same; this means that one is not pick-pocketed so quickly. If one of the little bastards does happen to turn up and try to nick something out of ones pocket, it is then easier to hold things tight and prevent them from being stolen. If one has the shirt stuffed in the trousers, then things are nicked faster that one thinks, we had been warned about walking about the Copa holding a camera in the hand, there things happen very quickly, and the camera disappears in a jiffy never to be be seen again….

During the nighttime, one must be very careful when down the Copa; if possible, we always took a taxi, especially between two and three in the morning, even if we were only travelling a very short distance to the hotel. We never had anything worth nicking with us, Brazil is poor, ok, the camera, but mine was so small that it fitted into my trouser pocket.

A friend who has been living in Brazil for years now, told us that he himself had been left lying in the dirt a couple of times with a rod pointing at his nut. One of these times, he had lost a lot of cash. However, 90 percent of robberies in Brazil end up with no bloodshed. The other 10 percent seem to be those where the victim had put up resistance. – Such as the German tourist who didn’t want to hand over his rucksack at the Corcovado, and unfortunately, was shot. So, take this information in and have a nice day. Our friend also said that these people mainly do such things because they are poor; in general, they are good catholic family fathers who love their children.

The type like here shown below. At the time, I had not thought anything about it. Here and there a tinsel angle, who knows when I will be able to get round to things like that again…. Met this one in the RIO ANTIGO:

A thermal spring in the Rua Joaquim Silva, 2 – Gloria – Tel. 2224-9591

Some Taxitas have difficulty in finding it, but after asking around it usually works out all right. Taxi price from the Copa about 15, – . Well, what had it cost then? The prices as in every thermal are displayed at t he entrance. I think it cost 30, – to get in, a 40 min screw about 80, – . Drink prices quite reasonable, even got a good Siglo V there. We (M, T, and myself, unfortunately C had to travel back to D) made off one day to meet a further patient.

We met this one promptly at the place of happenings. Somehow, it was quite amusing, we were all wearing quite short bathrobes. But then again, in what dress should sex tourists get to meet each other when not in a bathrobe? However, our friend was very friendly, and got us acquainted with the customs of this house. Beforehand, we were shown around by one of the girls because we answered the question whether we were there for the first time with yes. The furnishing in the Rio Antigo is more upper class and in good condition. This being one of the reasons why I liked it there.

There is a sauna, a steam bath, and a bath with all options. There is also a telly room, and of course this nice bar. The girls roam around in a relaxed manner and more or less flirt around with one. We were taken care of by a large group of pretty good-looking girls. We stood at the bar drinking our beer, the girls had their hands under our bathrobes trying to get us horny, which I must admit wasn’t that difficult at all. At some time or other, I decided to play the forerunner, the reason being that not everyone has such a lion’s heart as I do. Apart from that, my lob-on couldn’t be overlooked. As I found out later on, our friend had gone off some time before for a three hour (!!) session.

So, I came to a basic agreement with my chick, that’s as far as the language barrier allowed, off to the room (small but clean) where she turned out to be a direct hit. A fantastic three hole action followed. She was really good. Had hardly got my clobber off before she grabbed my noodle for a blowjob. During the whole session there was no sign of rubber. After a bit of “blowing” I gave her it from behind, three minutes at the most, then used the back door. Hadn’t had such a horny fuck for a long time. I exploited the 40 minutes, finally the obligatory shot down the throat. She didn’t even have time to take her shoes off, I was pretty much loaded. Of course, I had taken a 50er VEETAB (Viagra Clone) beforehand, a guarantee for good action during the whole of the session.

Met her in the evening. Karol. The sweetest slut of the whole holiday. I was hanging about somewhere down the Copa, in front of the BALCONY or MABS. At first I wasn’t quite sure, is her smile sweet or is she especially shy. She is pretty dark, young, slim, and intelligent. Comes from some place else, not Rio, maybe a season worker. She came in with her girlfriend; they were looks for a table, which gave me a few seconds to react. I wave them over and offer them a seat. Her white girlfriend has been in the business longer, and speaks quite good English, I offer them both a drink; buy some fags (cigarettes for the Americans) for Karol. Straight away I fall for her bedroom eyes, find her mind blowing, really fall in love. I ask her if she would like to go to the hotel.

Of course she wants to – nobody is able to say no that quickly to me. The night is simply super; we still have a lot of fun regardless of the language barrier. Karol has a pierced tongue, a premiere for me, but I didn’t find the difference that good. Karol gave me the best of girlfriend sex. Karol is very clean; I experienced such a thing only once in Brazil, that’s why she got a lot of my tongue. Karol won’t do it “barefooted”, she sticks to her principles right to the very end, doesn’t matter, the blowjob was super. We messed about for quite a long time; I considered spending a bit more time with her. The next morning there was another perfect blowjob. After having a shower and getting dressed, I told her that I wanted to have an AIDS test together with her, I wanted to know if, how, and where that would be possible. She said something about a hospital. Before we leave, she holds out her hand and wants paying. Yes, that’s normal; nobody relies on the other, who knows what will happen during the evening.

I gave her 100 Reais, but she is not satisfied, she wants 150. I tell her no, 100 are enough, but no, it has to be 150. Ok, I didn’t hesitate any longer and gave her another 50. That’s Rio, but she was worth it anyway. I had just wanted to check out the limits. We take a taxi to Ipanema, took ten minutes. On arrival at the hospital, they told me that they couldn’t do a blood test, but did give me an address near by. Off in a taxi again, and after a while searching we found it, it was a laboratory. We sit down, fill out forms. I pay around 200 Reais. On asking how long it would take to get the results, they told me about a week, great, Karol looked at me questioningly – she believed that I was working in Sao Paulo, and was stopping here for quite a long time (used an old boy scouts trick). I shook my head.

I was given my money back, once outside, Karol phoned around with her mobile to try and fine another possibility – with the same result, so, what a load of crap. I tell her we should forget about the test and we both jump into a taxi, I fancied going down the old town with her for a stroll around and a bite to eat. On the way, I tried to explain to her that she shouldn’t be worried because I had had a test done three weeks beforehand in Germany (which was true). I asked her whether she believed me. Yes. I had everything checked (counted off on my fingers everything I could think of, and because of some of the Latin names, things could also be understood here, herpetitis for example). She nodded. So, Then it would be no problem without a rubber, Yes it would! I gave up; I considered whether it was worth it. I decided otherwise and said to her that we should meet in the evening down the Copa, at around eleven. Ok, I gave her a bit of cash for the taxi (she lived down the Copa), got out and went on my own to the Centro, I had something to sort out there.