It was with a fair amount of regret that I left San Jose, Costa Rica for a new home down south in Medellin, Colombia. To say why I decided to relocate would be a long and not very interesting story, so I won’t bother telling it. Here I am now, and today is the first day of the rest of my life, somebody told me once. So here goes.
Having spent the last decade in San Jose, I had gathered a lot of moss, in a manner of speaking. By the time I left, I had dozens upon dozens of phone numbers of willing chicas who would be happy to come visit me for an hour or so of erotic this and that for a modest fee. In any given week I was bound to get several phone calls from some of those same chicas, offering their company, sometimes at a discount, because they had to pay the electricity bill or whatnot. It was beyond easy, but it was getting old. So it was with a leap of faith (along with encouragement from a few friends who were already there) that I left Costa Rica and all my harem for Colombia.
And now here I am, and my first impressions are quite positive, overall. I have no desire to badmouth Costa Rica or sell anyone on Colombia, but since writing about this stuff is what I do, that’s what I am going to do.
I’ll talk about a few differences, to begin with. The weather where I am, in one of the many barrios of Medellin, is a bit warmer than San Jose, a bit drier, and quite a bit less windy. I am told that other cities in Colombia are hotter than here, from somewhat hotter (Cali) to a lot hotter (Cartagena). The exception is Bogotá, which is rather chilly, being quite high in the mountains.
Another thing about Medellin is that unlike San Jose, it is a big city, complete with countless high rises and a good metro system, which can be, unfortunately, impossible to board downtown during rush hours (before 7 to 9 am, and 4 to 7pm, give or take). As I tend to sleep late, I can usually get my downtown business done before the rush.
What sort of business? Well! Now we’re getting down to the bone, in a manner of speaking. The easiest places to go for a gentleman to find company are the “massage parlors” (called “casas”) downtown. These would be similar to what you might find in San Jose, with a couple of differences I will talk about future posts. But another difference that becomes apparent quite quickly is there are really no pick up bars other than a few seedy spots where streetwalkers hang out. There is no Del Rey. There is no Key Largo or Sportsmen’s Lodge. I can almost hear you asking… “Why? How can that be?”
Well, stay tuned for the next installment, and we’ll get into that, okay?