So, a quick shower, unpacked a few things, then the four of us set of towards HELP. C showed us the way and explained all that is important. He’s a Rio specialist and knows what’s going on. Took a quick look at HELP from the outside, it was still a little early for a visit; instead we went to MABS and had a bite to eat outside. C recommended a gigantic steak, which I ordered, was very nice. It was here where I drank my first Caipirinha: Lemons are squeezed into a glass, sugar follows and then sugarcane schnapps, tastes quite fruity. MABS was quite expensive, this is normal though, being situated in one of the main tourist areas, but then again, it’s still a lot cheaper than at home. After this C showed us VILA MIMOSA, a special area, can be reached within 15 – 20 minutes with a taxi.

I didn’t take any pictures that evening; I had left my camera in the hotel for safety reasons. Vila Mimosa can get quite dangerous, well, that’s what comes to ear anyway. The taxi driver (a bit older, quite a close relation to Senna or whatever his name was) told us that he had been assaulted there once and been beaten about the head. Anyhow, we still risked getting out and told the taxi driver to wait for us. We walked around for a while; all of us were quite fascinated. The atmosphere is difficult to describe. There are small houses and bars everywhere, dark entrances, dancing whores, some people are playing billiards. There is also music all over, and of course, alcohol. The Brasis here are having a hell of a good time. Somehow, the atmosphere seemed a little unrealistic; well that’s what we thought anyway. C takes fancy to some blonde-haired woman; she wants 20 Reais for a quick poke. C decides against because the taxi is waiting. Later on, he regretted his decision. We disappeared back towards the Copa quite quickly; someone shouted after us that the place was open day and night….

At some time or other C went off on his own, the three of us went to LIDO, a small bar or better said brothel. One has to climb a few stairs (is just round the corner from BALCONY). I think the wishy-washy beer costs 15, but we had a really good time and M took stacks of photos. We all ended up with one or two hens on our laps, of course we bought the girls a drink (quite expensive in these places down the Copa, not that sure how much), they mess around with us a lot. There was a stage just like in one of the small Thai Gogo bars, with poles etc, now and again a show. I just thought, well just take a look at this, could have a bit of fun here. Well, we were out for fun, so we really got stuck in. I just felt completely happy. According to rumours, one of us was supposedly to have more or less taken part in a show on the stage, but I still don’t know which one of us it was. Got to know a pissed up French guy during all this, he was the shows main key player.

In LIDO my chick had suddenly disappeared, instead of her another turned up, ok, why not, but I did find it a bit strange because she had said “just a moment, I’ll be back in a tick”. Strange customs. It got later and later, and at about three or four in the morning, we left, but not before arranging things with the chicks, we wanted to meet outside down at the Balcony. Oh yeah, we paid first. The chicks had knocked back the whole three bottles of Martini. The whole lot cost 970 Reais, that’s as far as I can remember. We were not able to pay cash, thank God that T had is bit of plastic with him. 

After a while the girls slowly turned up as arranged, the pissed up French guy as well. On showing him the photos we had taken of him, he threw his hands up in the air and said “what ever your do, don’t put them in the internet”. Of course, we have no intension of doing so.

Anyway, the French guy somehow dragged me down to the beach, that’s the only time I saw it from close by, and only for a short time, the others were becoming a little angry that I had wanted to go down to the beach. Ok, they were right. So, off to the hotel, checked the hens in and “good night”. In the room, the next hammer. She only wanted to give me a blowjob with a rubber, there is a lot that I will do, but everything has its boundary. In the bar completely wild, screwed on stage, licked her friend, and was licked herself, and now this. Maybe she thought that I was easy game being in the state I was. Chucked her out without any payment.

I was completely knackered, pissed as a fart and dog tired. Worst of all, completely frustrated!!! Anyway, it was my first night in Rio ever, didn’t want to go to bed without my good night kiss, now more than ever. Stuffed a few notes into my pocket, left my camera in my room, down to the street, jumped into a taxi, “Vila Mimosa!!” The taxi driver stared at me and asked me if I really wanted to go there. “We’re open day and night” was still ringing in my ears. Arrived there without having an accident, went in, here and there a few whores still (or again) hanging about, Grabbed the next best, and now a bit of enjoyment. Cost 20, but wasn’t much good, it was the state I was in, although I am pretty sure that I would not have enjoyed it that much even if I had been sober, but who knows! Will have to try again some time. One thing is fact, I hadn’t shot my load. The second whore, another 20 Reais, off back up the stairs and after 10 minutes the stupid comments started. Couldn’t understand a word, how should I, no bastard here speaks a word of English, but the glance at my watch, and a few gestures speak words. Know about this from Germany. If one could say that I was really pissed off with the day, then from that what followed, I was more than pissed off. I got dressed (without finishing the job) grumbling, and set off down stairs. There was a fat slag sat there, I had to pay. I only had a 50 note, she then ripped me of with the use of an old trick: Apparently, she couldn’t change, which got me into a really bad mood, I fled to the next Taxi, back to the hotel. There I managed to find my bed, at last.

The next day there was a knock at my door, and three flabbergasted sex tourists discovered a completely disillusioned colleague lying about in his room. He lay on the bed in a rotten mood and with his arms crossed, explaining that he had experienced quite a lot of rotten things in the past, had been ripped off and taken the piss of etc, but Brazil just takes the biscuit! I looked at the unbelieving faces, and M asked me whether I wanted to fly back home. No, my motto is, just make the best of things, and I wanted to see the holiday right through to the end. However, on this day I lowered my expectations for the rest of my stay, let the other three go off on there own, they wanted to take a look at things by daylight. I had to pull myself together again.

That was my first day in Rio: Ripped off and then the piss taken out of me. It was probably mainly my own fault, but one does sometimes have to pay for ones own ignorance, stupidity, or just the condition one is in. That was it, the same thing had happened on a recent trip to Bangkok during the first day of my holiday, (well, not quite as bad), on the one hand I was completely euphoric and in a very good mood, on the other I was completely pissed out of my mind, couldn’t pour enough booze down my throat. Then there was the jetlag, which had to be taken into consideration, and the fact that I wanted everything I could get on the first day. Things couldn’t and did not progress as they had been up to now. I can tell you that much anyway. From this moment on, I was going to like Rio and Brazil more and more each day.

Passed the sugarloaf again, even though it was sunny, it still had to wait for me. The taxi stopped in the RUA BUENOS AIRES. A few very tasty bread roll with pieces of pork (from stomach to trotter) with all that goes with it in a nice stand up café. I told them to prepare 10 – 12 rolls for me, went down the 85, my little Brasi brothel. The girls were happy about their small present. It’s the threesome today. First of all the usual fun bath, the promised lesbian show with pussy licking is a fake.

Doesn’t matter, the girls still gave it all they had got. My jet black Monica Lewinski dipped down into two just as black grottoes. Billy is just a beginner compared with me. Both the mamas doctored me very well, and have fun doing it. Now and again, I told them a few times to go and get me a cold beer. They find the photo shooting amusing, pose in all sorts of positions, have photos taken together, can’t stop laughing. Afterwards in the bathroom another big hit. First of all my “Gringo” girlfriend pissed in the bog, then I did, then one of the black ones. What ever you do, don’t flush the bog. My DONA FLOR was really coming to an end. They let me know that I should just chuck the cigar stump out of the window.

First of all I dipped it in the recently cleaned bog, which brings about a multiple cry of horror. Don’t chuck anything solid in the bog! However, I didn’t have any intention of doing so – I just wanted to extinguish the damn thing. Then, as they had wanted, I chucked the multiply ennobled cigar rest through the window, which bought a sigh of relief from the girls because I had not blocked their bog, by me because I could be certain that I had not started a large fire, and by anyone passing by because of the real chance of a luxury baptism of a special kind. After finishing work, down to the reception.

The mama showed me the clock and with use of her calculator worked out how much I had to fork out. I had been away for more than two hours with two hens; there were 14 beers on top of that. The bill came to 279 Reais, shit, what’s wrong now; I didn’t have enough cash with me. I’m not stupid. Well, what now? I quickly explain that I don’t have enough with me, pay most of the bill, and give one of the hens my EXILIM as a sort of deposit. I told them I’d be back in an hour and jumped into a taxi, off to the hotel, told the driver to wait for a moment, and despite the rush hour, managed to make it back to the hotel within an hour. A general bout of laughter and my camera is still there. Lovely. I arrange a threesome for the next day – in my hotel.