The Mick Throws a Party
SUMMARY: The Mick throws a party, slaps a guest.
April 30 I moved out of my Chapinero apartment. I moved my heavy things into The Mick’s apartment. After we finished moving my things, I treated him to dinner. We got drunk on aguardiente and hit on chicks around Carrera 8 south of Calle 60.
May 1 I woke up on his couch around 10am. He was having a beer and rolling a joint. I couldn’t go anywhere because it was pouring rain. We got stoned. Pechonorme showed up around noon. She invited us to lunch. She took us to Paisa Consulado, a seemingly authentic Antioqueño eatery on Carrera 11 south of Calle 72. I had a delicious bandeja paisa, which I noted cost over 20,000 pesos. While enjoying my food, I decided to have sex with Pechonorme to positively reinforce her buying me lunch. … Read more
My 1st Orgy in Colombia
SUMMARY: The Mick brought me a Colombian cougar to have sex with.
After my shower of cocaine and shady Colombians evening, I woke up Sunday afternoon extremely hung over. Instead of suffering, I decided to drink through it. I stocked up on beer and aguardiente and planned to write all day. I published the aforementioned post around 9pm.
At 10pm there was a knock on the door. The Mick was so drunk (he’s also started drinking again) he couldn’t walk straight without leaning on the woman he had with him. This little cougar was between 40 – 45 years old, but definitely hot. Her breasts were so big that I’ll call her Pechonorme. The shirt she was wearing was under considerable strain in holding all the boobs in. Strangely, the rest of her body was slim. The only fat on her was in her enormous breasts. … Read more
Contributed Story: My Last Pint in Ireland
SUMMARY: An American traveling through Ireland almost gets beat the **** up by a drunken Irishman after a cultural misstep, then has sex with an Irish girl.
I originally planned to stay only two days in Ireland, but what can I say? I fell in love with the place and spent two weeks seeing Dublin, Howth, Galway, Doolin, and Ennis. My last night I got wasted on Irish beer and whiskey with two American travelers in Ennis.
After eating, we met up with two local girls. They were drinking Bulmers by a newly built bridge. Apparently, the building of the bridge was a big deal. I guess when the town is that small, things like bridges excite the locals. We shot the shit for an hour or so until the girls led the way to get our drink on. … Read more
Memories of My Amsterdam Whores
SUMMARY: It recently occurred to me that I’d never written up my tales from the Red Light District in Amsterdam. I had sex with six prostitutes on two different trips to Amsterdam. Nationalities include: Czech Republic, Phillipines, Dominican Republic, Brazil, Ghana, and Hungary.
I took my first trip outside America in August 2006. We spent 8 days in London and 2 in Amsterdam. I had recently gotten dumped by a girlfriend of 3 years, 1½ of which we lived together. So I was in a depressing love hangover. … Read more
3 Colombian Pueblos in 3 Weeks
SUMMARY: I’ve spontaneously, almost accidentally, visited three unique pueblos outside Bogota in three weeks. Sections include La Calera with Alcoholics and Addicts, Guatavita with Gringos, and Fell Off the Wagon in Girardot.
La Calera with Alcoholics and Addicts
I met Alejandro and Winston in AA. They’re both alcoholics and drug addicts – clean and sober for 9 years.
We hung out Friday night and they mentioned the possibility of going to La Calera. Alejandro and Winston grew up in Bogota – and got in all their trouble in Bogota – so their favorite recreational activity is leaving the city to visit small pueblos.
La Calera is a nice little town on the other side of the mountains. Most people go by bus but Alejandro and Winston walk. Friday night, we made tentative plans for them to call me Saturday. We couldn’t decide Friday night because they wanted to borrow some dogs. Dogs? – I asked. They wanted to borrow a pitbull or rottweiler for the day in case we ran into any thieves on the trail. Oh, OK. Alejandro called me around midnight Saturday and told me to be at his place at 6am. Sounds good – I said – did he round up a dog? No, but he has a machete we can bring. Oh, OK. … Read more
García Márquez and Love in Latin America
SUMMARY: I discuss Colombian author Gabriel García Márquez’ classic novel, Love in the Time of Cholera, and relate it to what I perceive to be the much more romantic culture of Latin America. I use examples from the book and my experiences and finally ask the question if this passion for romance is a good thing.
Latin culture is the most romantic in the world. Is this good or bad?
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez is set in an unnamed town assumed to be Cartagena, Colombia and spans from the late 19th century – early 20th century. As a teenager, Florentino Ariza falls in love with Fermina Daza the first time he lays eyes on her. He embarks on a letter-writing campaign, professing his love to her. She falls in love with him and they begin to write each other regularly. They plan a marriage and life together, without ever having spoken and behind the back of Fermina’s overbearing, ambiguously-criminal father… Read more
The Final Word on Bricheras
SUMMARY: After one year in Peru, I discuss my final impression of what it means to be a brichera. I categorize them as Type 1′s or Type 2′s. Sections include My First Brichera!, Type 1,and Type 2.
Well, I’ve written extensively on the phenomenon known as bricheras in Peru. You can freshen up by reading these posts: Amigos and Bricheras and The Brichera Scowl and the Second Date. I’m now leaving Peru, so I thought I ought to share what I’ve learned. Plus, I scored a one-night stand with my first bona fide brichera during my last week in Arequipa… Read more
