We started the Medellin, Colombia Club Extravaganza at the Ejecutivo. It was definitely lively. Plenty of customers and girls, and even some actual dancing! As is the custom in these places, the dancers went from table to table after their dances, soliciting tips.
You got a chance to see them up close and they were happy with a 2000 peso tip, about 70 cents. One of the group couldn’t resist the charms of one of the ladies and off he went. He came back talking about how you had to go through the bathroom to get to the door where you could get to the rooms. I had heard this before. I have heard it’s equally weird at the Maracaibo, where you have to go under the bar to get to one of the rooms.
Next we headed off to Conejita’s. I decided to try a busty brunette who, unfortunately, just phoned in her performance. One friend found a blondish girl who could actually speak some English. He was happy with the girl’s performance, but unsatisfied with her rock-hard breasts. Sandstone is what you get when you compress silicone.
About a week later I went with a friend to Itagui, and a club called El Harem. The glaring neon sign out front was hard to miss. The blaring music coming from inside was even harder to miss. We weren’t charged a cover and walked down a concrete ramp to a lower level, where the nightclub was. The music got progressively louder as we descended the ramp. I quickly put in the earplugs I had brought, and the music was STILL painfully loud.
We took a seat at a table not too far from the modest stage area. There were maybe a dozen male customers and a half dozen chicas. One was a tall, leggy and very pretty blonde. My friend motioned her over to our table. My friend tried to talk to her, but my friend’s Spanish isn’t so great, and about all he gathered was that she offered him a “private dance” for some amount of money he couldn’t decipher. Just what he would get with a “private dance” was unclear, so he passed. She smiled, got up, and walked back to the bar.
The rest of the girls ranged from unattractive to barely passable. In the next hour a dozen more girls arrived, three of which I might have been interested in. Another girl came over to our table, and I was able to find out that sex, in a private room, was 120,000 pesos for 25 minutes, or about 3 times what you pay downtown for 30 minutes. The “private dances” consisted of 2 songs for 30,000 pesos ($10). Just what you got to do for that I can’t say, since I passed. After the girl left we waited for the dancing to begin. It never did. The music was so loud that my friend ended up typing messages to me on his smart phone. Finally, after an hour and a half of listening to Reggaton turned up to eleven, with no dancers in sight, he texted me a message: “You had enough?” I nodded my head and we left.