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I have similar stories about unscrupulous clients — mostly traveling ones (which is why I prefer not to socialize much with unknown clients when I travel). Last week, at 117, I witnessed a tourist client cheat one garoto out of his money and time, and his only response was basically that these garotos are so poor and desperate that they should be lucky to get whatever we give them. No one deserves to be murdered, but kindness and empathy and not treating these working guys like disposable trash is always a better option.

After a very long season in Alaska I’m finally free for winter travels. I’ve not been to PV in a few years and now that I’m newly single I’ve decided to spend a couple of weeks vacationing here and in Guadalajara both solo and partially with a friend from CDMX. Flight from Alaska via LAX was effortless and fairly swift. Thankfully Uber exists so no more hassle with taxis offering inflated prices. I paid $130 MX pesos for my trip to the romantic zone. Certainly a lot cheaper than a typical taxi. Uber directs you across them pedestrian bridge to pick up there. They aren’t allowed curbside at the airport. However my driver called me as I was walking across the bridge and said he picks up curbside if it’s only one person. It looks less suspicious than a whole family. The exchange rate has been around 20 pesos per dollar which is incredibly convienent when the smallest peso note is 20 and equals a dollar. I arrive on a Sunday and the town is filled with tourists. Lots of activity and wonderful weather. The whole town has a very carefree vibe which is exactly what I need. I check into my oceanfront suite, change into summer clothes and open Grindr to see nearly half the profiles are boys at massage parlors or straight up escorts. Taps and messages start coming in and I start making contacts though I’m quickly fading and needing a shower. This day was my second day off since late April when I started my summer season of work up north. It’s all catching up. So I take a nap and save up energy for the strip clubs. Antropology and Wet Dreams are still running strong after all these years. This is my fourth trip to PV in about six years and not much has changed it seems. Old town and the romantic zone are thankfully still very mom and pop touristy instead of the more American suburban feel you get from the marina district onwards to Nuevo Vallarta. I start the night off At Antropology and I’m delighted to see quite a variety of guys. My previous trip the selection was sparse and Twinkish and shy. This time there were two dozen boys in a variety of shapes and skin tones and age. Options! Dancers approach and invite exploration for a few bills in their shorts. I love this form of shopping and it’s why I’m so looking forward to the saunas in Brazil later on. After a while I choose my boy and we take a “private” upstairs. It’s 500 pesos ($25) for the right to use the tiny little room but once you are up there anything goes if you arrange it with the boy. I paid 300 pesos for some oral action and “leche”. Good times. The next night I check out Wet Dreams. Historically for me Wet Dreams seemed to have a higher caliber of guys, or rather guys that are more typically muscles and looks. But they can also come with an air of king peacock too. This time however it’s a lot more humble with attitudes than my previous experience there. However there were some stunners that night. Antropology is a bit more boy next door in comparison. The same story applies to Wet Dreams as it does to Antropology, 500 pesos for the back room. I pass on that this time and instead I grab a few phone numbers after an hour of drinks and touching and conversation with several boys. As for the independent boys on Grindr I meet up with a couple of them. One was a boy from Venezuela and the other a local guy born and raised here in PV. Prices quoted started off at $2000 pesos but dropped down to 1500. Which seems to be the going rate with a few guys dipping below that. This was Grindr only. I didn’t negotiate boys at the bar or even the street trade which could certainly be had for less. Speaking of street trade, it’s certainly here and as thrilling as it is, I pass. There are several massage parlors with boys advertising on Grindr. I’m actually looking for a proper relaxing massage and I find a guy who is legit. $500 pesos for an hour of bliss. I feel drunk after he’s finished. I’m not sure how other guys are though at the other parlors. There seem to be a half a dozen of them here. But for sure some boys are just fronting and looking instead for clients for higher priced sex sessions. All in all PV remains a great first stop for me after long working summers up north. It’s easy, carefree, charming, beautiful, not fully gringo, friendly and humble here in this part of town. Sunsets over banderas bay have been absolutely spectacular. The food is fantastic. From nicer restaurants to taco stands and typical restaurants further in the city for locals. It may be pricier for trade here than other spots and it might lack the cultural activities the bigger cities have, but as a pure vacation spot that’s meant for relaxation, sex, food and sleep it’s perfect for me. Im heading to Guadalajara today for the weekend and I’m not sure if I’ll be hiring anyone as I might be meeting up with a cute boy from Barcelona. Nonetheless I’ll try to report on it as well

Two sides to the equation. I have witnessed obnoxiously entitled clients drastically lowball more average or below-average looking garotos. One recent foreign tourist disdainfully and within clear earshot offering 50 reais to a shy somewhat older working guy who had not even been hustling the customer for a programa. Some others go off site to their already paid lodgings to avoid the cabin fee and yet want to pay a similar sex trade rate range. Burns my avocado toast. This is not a unilateral offense-defense zero-sum game. It is more a reciprocal offense scenario based on mutual stereotyping. Perhaps it can be said it is a version of 'cold war'. Wringing and withholding are both money-grabs. Expect casualities. DISCLAIMER: I don't know the current relevant details, just encourage a balanced view.

Client and male escort murders happened in NYC when I was there. They happen in Thailand. They happen everywhere. It is part of life. It is sad for sure, but this is not uncommon and it is not just Brazil. I have never had an issue with a boy in Brazil in my place and I have had hundreds of overnight guests. Same for Thailand and USA and Canada. But, I had some fucking close calls with nut cases as I tend to be attracted to the bad boy types but so far so good. Point is this is not uncommon and while tragic, it should not stop us from taking guys from Brazil or Thailand or USA or Canada.

The dancers at Lotus at Theatron (the top floor, men only on Friday and Saturdays) are definitely available, but it is hard to contact them there, because they are swept off the stage and rushed out by the bouncers as soon as they finish dancing. Perhaps you could hand them your number or something along with a note, but they'd have to hold it in their hand, because they have nowhere else to put it! The same dancers (and more) appear at Moxxxo at Club Mozo. I believe that event still happens every Wednesday. Lots of strippers dancing all night, all of them available (no cabins or anything, although one stripper did offer to blow me in the bathroom). There are also orgies called "Angel's Naked Party" (@angelsnparty on twitter--these events take place regularly in Bogota, but also in Medellin and Cartagena, perhaps elsewhere as well), where the organizers hire boys to perform for the crowd, putting on a show to get everyone started, and also to participate with some of the clients. Those boys are of course obligated to stay until they have finished their allotted time, but most are available for a fee either during or after the festivities. One thing to know: you really are required to get naked for those events. And they aren't exactly luxurious...lots of guys getting fucked everywhere, with all the sights and scents you might imagine from a scene like that.

This love motel offers a portable prie-dieu, as needed. 30 minutes? Fuck that.

My candid camera catching joggers militar.

Easy mistake, as you pointed out, you are generic Asian, no??

The place is Massage at Sapphire, though I no longer have his direct contact info. Was 14 months ago. Enjoy Guadalajara. Unlike PV last Fall, it does not require knee-high wading boots every late afternoon. I was staying directly where the altitude begins to level out at bottom of hills near the local market.

If we read abut an earthquake in Mexico, we will know where the epicenter is.

Both were Asian and both lived there. One lived there all his life and one was born in Japan. Both were versatile and both on PrEP. I stayed at the Intercontinental and had no issue having them to my room. The one from Japan stayed all night and had sex a few times and someone I would date if I lived there.

Great report. Thank you very much.

Was the pro massage guy Carlos, aka 'Charlie', possibly? What a doll. Straight, married with a kid. Drums up biz at the Blue Chairs beach section and uses a table at a resort adjacent. Also does housecalls. I ask because I was also soaked with endorphins.

Thank you for the report. The Lord has directed my soul to Puerto Vallarta in December, and I hope to see the beauty of his creations up close and personal. The more they reflect His beauty, the more I will worship them.

That wasn’t me @floridarob that was your other gringo-Asian friend

Except, you know, fucking over ireland

https://www.passporthealthusa.com/destination-advice/cuba/ Colombia would fall under one of the countries, as far as I know. In my MANY years traveling to Cuba and dealing with Latin American/ South American airlines.....better to be safe than sorry. You NEVER can predict what rule they'll be enforcing at the moment.

Day 10: Vamos We went to bed around 3 AM. I set the alarm for 7 AM because I had to catch my flight back to US at noon, and we had to tidy up the AirBNB before we left, as well as getting some farewell Café da Mahna. One of the disadvantages of getting an AirBNB vs a Hotel. While one could leave the AirBNB with a mess, my mom raised me better than that, and we had a lot of beer cans and dirty dishes in the sink that needed cleaning. I am fairly sensitive with keeping my AirBNB reviews positive. At 5 AM, still a little bit tipsy, I got woken up by the doorbell. Took me a while to realize who that could be. It was Diego, trying to get his bag back. I tiptoe towards the door and look through the spyglass in the door. Yup, it was him. I go back to the bedrooms and look into Leo and Alex bedroom: both were sleeping soundly. I go back to bed and get a few more hours of shut eye. I heard the apartment phone ring a few times, but just assumed it was Diego trying to call us from the guard shack downstairs. The alarm rings at 7 AM and I get up and wake Leo and Alex. We all hear the doorbell ringing and I tell them it is Diego. “Serio?” Leo says. I am sure he wants his bag back, I say. Leo was thinking about what to do next. He then tells me to hide in my room. “He’s going to try to appeal to you. I need to get the truth out of him,” he says. I do what I’m told and go in my room to pack. I then go take a shower. I put on clothes and head to the living room. I see Leo texting and Alex doing dishes in the kitchen. I see Diego’s backpack still here, open. “What happened?” I ask. “Diego is taking a shower in the other bathroom,” Leo says. “What did he say?” Leo says that Diego was promised 500 reals to fuck the two clients who were interested in him last night. They bought him some beers and got to know Diego, before asking him to go to a cabina with them. But Diego said he had a problem: he said because of all the alcohol, he couldn’t get it up. The clients offered to buy him some Viagra and commence their tryst at a love motel nearby. Diego’s bill was paid off by the clients and they proceeded to buy the Viagra and then had a romp in the sack. It was 3 AM by the time they finished. He took a cab to Ipanema and slept some hours in the beach. At 5 AM he went up to the apartment to claim his bag. I shrugged my shoulders. Leo said he told Diego that I was very disappointed in him. “But I’m not,” I tell him. “Well, I am,” Leo throws his arms up. I can certainly understand his anger. To tell you the truth, at this point of the vacation I was just glad I did not get robbed or get swindled by anyone. A GP reneging on a promised night was hardly something I would be upset about, especially since there was no money involved. Diego emerges from the bathroom, in a towel. He goes over to shake my hand and I return the gesture. “Desculpe,” he starts, and I feign disappointment in my face. He says he will just change and then would want to talk to me. He disrobes, revealing his perfect body and his cock swinging, as he changes into fresh clothes that were in his bag. He then goes up to me and hugs me. He said he was sorry he left us. He said he had to do it for money. He asked that I see him again next time. I barely hug him back (still feigning), and tell him good luck. I go to my room. I hear Diego and Leo exchange some words before Diego leaves the apartment. All three of us clean the apartment up and finish packing before the AirBNB owners come in to retrieve the keys. We had breakfast next, at a nearby cafe, and made our goodbyes over coffee. Back at the apartment, the owners, who were also gay (and hot) were pretty nice to all of us and we had a nice conversation about our vacation. I will rent from them again. I Uber it to Galeao and check in to my flight. Another vacation done. Time flies. Some post-trip events that happened, proving that a proper Brazilian vacation stretches out long after you’ve left the country: 1. Leo, intrepid friend and bleeding heart, was really affected by Diego’s actions. He extended his Rio trip by another 4 days, about 5 days after I left Brazil. It was his mission to get to the bottom of Diego’s story. He managed to get Diego to come back to Ipanema at Leo and Alex’s new AirBNB, to talk it out. Diego’s story, as with most GPs stuck in this kind of work, is very complicated. 2. Since Diego did not have a phone, Leo had to call his “roommate” to set up the meeting. In turned out that the “roommate” was not really just a roommate. It was Diego’s pimp. Leo had to tread lightly. He pretended to be interested in becoming one of the pimp’s employee’s. Eventually the pimp was amenable enough with Leo, to deliver Diego the message of wanting to meet. Diego was able to visit Leo and Alex in Ipanema before heading over to Pointe 202 for work. 3. Diego’s story was pretty compelling. Without getting into too many details, let’s just say a tragic childhood and crushing poverty got him to Rio in search of a better life. Not being able to find work (and not having a place to stay and food to eat), he was recruited by his current pimp in a party Diego happened to be in. Citing his extreme good looks and bigger than average cock amazing ass, the pimp offered Diego a roof over his head and 3 squares a day, in exchange for access to a customer base, and 50% of Diego’s income. He was stuck in this prison ever since, not being able to leave because he didn’t have a cellphone and he did not have enough money to get an apartment. 4. Leo and Diego eventually were able to form a plan for Diego to leave the pimp. Diego had some money saved, and he could pool it with another fellow GP to get a room farther away (but cheaper) in Barra de Tijuca. But he needed help getting a cellphone. So Leo asked me for 300 reals to buy him a cellphone. I trusted Leo enough to do this. Leo used his own 200 reals and Diego and him went to the Centro area, near the Uruguaiana station, and Leo got Diego a cheap smartphone. 5. At the end of the week, Leo was able to help Diego move from his prison near Copacabana, and move into his new digs in Barra de Tijuca. I got all the scoop and photos and Whatsapp live video of the move (and Uber ride from Copa to Barra de Tijuca). Diego was pretty thankful of Leo and me. It’s amazing what 300 reals can do. 6. Diego, upon hearing that I was visiting Leo in Sao Paulo in 3 weeks, promised Leo and I that he will take the bus to Sao Paulo to stay with me, and us, for free, as thanks for all the help. I accepted the deal, but wasn’t really optimistic about this happening. Did it happen? I guess I need to write that next trip report for everyone here to find out. Sufficed to say, the Diego saga is still ongoing. In other news, of all boys I’ve had programas with this trip, Gabi was the only boy to hit me up for money while I was back in the USA: I forwarded my interactions with Gabi to Leo, and Leo was on his case as well. He found out that Gabi had not one, but TWO gringos who sent him money on a regular basis. Gabi even sent Leo some of his Western Union screenshots, in which Leo promptly send to me. The screenshots contained the person’s full name and address, as well as amounts sent from $200 to $500. I hope you guys trust your own GP’s in not exposing your identities to others. That’s it folks. I still have 3 trips to Brazil this year after this one.

Day 9.5: Can one really be true friends with a GP? Leo, my hairdresser friend, and Diego, the GP from Pointe 202 we picked up last night, were becoming good friends. Leo kept telling me how cool Diego was Diego was also doing the same thing. A love connection perhaps? I didn’t get an inkling that this was happening. Diego kept hanging on to me and not Leo. And Leo kept talking to guys on Grindr. There were lots of guys on Grindr to talk to. Perhaps it was just a good friendship. I ask Diego what the deal was tonight. Was he leaving us to work at the sauna? Was he hanging out with us all night? Leo, Alex, and I were going to a sauna, his place of work. I was not paying him tonight, which was his promise to Leo (Leo made sure of that, even with me tempted to tip him every single turn), so I asked if he wanted to work while we were in the sauna. Diego assured me that he was going to go with me wherever I go, even at the sauna. So he was just going to wait for me in the sauna and not get any clients. I tell him he can at least buy beers and such while waiting. Maybe not the best thing to do right now - giving a working boy carte blanche to charge for anything while he waited for me to finish with my programas, but he has not given me anything to worry about, yet. We Uber it to Club 117. It was a full house in the Uber, with Leo, Diego and I in the back and Alex in the front. At the counter in the sauna, we all enter as “clients” since Diego asked to be a client as well since he was not working tonight and just wanted to be a client like the rest of us. I was not clear what the difference was between entering as a “client” or as a “boy”, except for the cheaper entrance fee going in as a “boy”, but it made sense that Diego entered with us as an equal. All four of us go down to the lockers and again Leo and Alex change into towels, and I just change my shoes to the slippers provided, and Diego does not change at all, just him wearing his nice polo shirt and jeans, looking all nice and dapper. We all head to the back bar so Leo can smoke. We all get drinks, with Diego getting mine and his beer with his key, which made sense because I was responsible for all of Diego’s stuff today, as was the deal, so it was just cleaner to have all of Diego's and mine stuff in one account. All four of us just drink and shot the shit for a while, while I kept an eye out for my next programa. Diego, the consummate GP, was holding my hand the whole time, and once in a while leaned over to kiss me a little, or at times, kissed me a lot. One client, an older Brazilian guy, went over to Leo to introduce himself, perhaps to ask if Leo was available. Leo, by habit, told the guy he wasn’t a boy and was married to me. The client laughed. The client thought I was with Diego, since Diego was sucking my face all night. We all laugh. Leo tells the client the truth, that we were all just friends, and invites him to sit down with us. Eventually David, the amazing bottom in my threesome with Gabriel a few days ago, enters the back bar. He was looking extra fine today. He was looking over to us and see Diego holding my hand and being sweet to me. I wave him over and he approached our table tentatively. He gives me a kiss and a hug and then shakes everyone’s hand and makes introductions. Diego, still being the accommodating companion, gets a chair from the next table and puts it next to me, in between Leo and I. Leo moves a little out of the way to make way for David. Diego asks David if he wants a beer. David asks for a coke, so Diego goes to up to the bar and gets David’s drink. David looks around the table. It was a full table. David asks me if I wanted a programa tonight. Of course, I tell him. I just wanted to finish my beer. “Are you sure?” asks David. He points to Leo, and then to Diego. “You have two boys already.” I laugh. I tell him Leo is not a boy, just someone here with me. Diego was a boy, I confirmed with David, but right now I wanted him. David takes my right hand, with Diego still having my left hand. I am liking the attention. My friends teased me as being the “Rei de GP” the King of Garotos. I feigned disgust of course, but having two really good looking guys on either side of me felt good. With both our drinks done, David and I excuse ourselves to commence with our programa. The good thing about getting a boy for a second time was the initial uneasiness of being intimate with someone for the first time was gone. We got into it pretty quickly. Not having to share David with anyone gave our second time the feeling of like a first time. And David, perhaps unencumbered by the presence of another GP (Gabriel) with him in the cabina, was free to let his freak flag fly. He was a maniac. Kissing, sucking, rimming, I fucked him senseless. He came in my mouth. And when it came to me cumming, he ate all of mine as well. Very surprising. Worth the 150 reals I gave him. I come back to the table and see Leo and Diego deep in discussion. “David é bom?” Leo asks me. I give him a thumbs up. I ask them where Alex was. Leo says that Alex was looking for a boy. Diego then tells me that the drag queen show was about to start and if I wanted to watch it. I say sure and we all transfer, with our drinks, to the next room with the stage and bar. We find a vacant table and sit. The Brazilian client who joined us earlier, now joined us at the table as well. Diego commenced with his hand holding and kissing routine with me. Everything was good in the world. The show starts and some fairly elaborate drag queen lip sync was going on. One drag queen with perfect makeup and a shimmering gold gown was tearing up “I have nothing” by Whitney Houston. But like in Thailand, the drag queen wasn’t necessarily mouthing the English words correctly. I call this “Lip-syncing with an accent” in Thailand, and it applied here as well. I told Diego this and he laughed out loud (loud enough for the next table to give him a weird stare). Diego gives me a deep kiss. He thanks me for the good time tonight. We kiss again. I was noticing a couple of Brazilian clients eyeing Diego. I have forgotten that Diego is a GP, and clients will want to talk to him or more. The two guys were trying to get his attention. Diego was not going to be rude so he tells them his name and shakes their hand, and then turns his attention back to me for more hand holding and kissing. I was liking this. I didn’t need anymore guys tonight. I think Diego was going to be the last GP for me this trip. More lip-syncing, more show. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. And then in the hallway I see this lean, blue-eyed, blonde (highlights) guy with a handsome face and a lean chest and abs. He takes my arm and says “Hello.” He looked whiter than even my white friends back home. I head to the bathroom to pee. I go back to the hallway and white guy was still there. He smiles. GREAT smile. “Fernando,” he introduced himself. Carioca. 23. White luminous skin. Very unlike all other cariocas I’ve known who are all sun-kissed and tan. Defined chest and abs. Not super worked-out. A breathe of fresh air from some of the steroid junkies here. I had a choice. Forget about Fernando and go back to Diego, or try to see if Fernando really heard the drums. He quotes me 100 reals, with gozar, which was cheap. I say yes. So I leave Diego and Leo to the show and each other for now, and pursue a programa with this surprisingly white GP. Fernando gets the key and we head over downstairs where the cabina was. We encounter Alex, with a young and tall looker with him. Alex was happy to see me. “I was looking for you,” he says. “Do you want to watch my programa with Caio?” I smiled with the offer. Did Alex not know how to do a programa alone? I look at Caio, his boy. Tall guy, great build. Giant ass from the towel. And a young face. A mix of black and white for sure. I tell Alex that I have Fernando at the moment, but I did want to see Caio naked. I ask Caio where their rooms where. Caio and Fernando compare keys and find out that the rooms were just two doors apart. So I tell Fernando to shower and wait for me at our room while I check out Caio’s goods. Caio finds their room and opens it. I see Fernando on the far end finding our room and unlocking the door. Alex says he will shower. While he did that I made out with Caio. I slowly unwrap his towel. Big cock, even soft. Amazing ass. I push him towards the bed and he lays down. I put his cock in my mouth and watch his cock grow. I admire his hole. Pretty impressive goods. We kiss some more. Alex emerges. “Bom?” he asks. Yes, I said. Very very much bom. I give Caio a last kiss and tell both that I will go to Fernando now, my actual programa. Alex gives me a peck in the cheek. I head over to Fernando’s room and knock. I hear my name and I go in. Fernando was already on the bed, stroking himself. Pretty nice view. His cock was already hard, and it was huge as well. The whole effect was pretty interesting. With his luminous white skin, blonde highlights and blue eyes (and light skinned cock), he could pass as any white guy back home. But his carioca accent (and his giant cock) gave him away, he was all Brazilian. We go at it, kissing was great, sucking was ok, and fucking was pretty fun. And everything was working as it should, though he had to look at the straight porn on the TV to keep motivated. I realized that it took me at this point to choose a GP that needed help to get hard. Even ultra-hetero Gabriel didn’t need video help. I didn’t mind but it was kind of weird. I should get used to this occurrence. Afterwards Fernando was pretty clear that he wanted to see me again, offering up his Whastapp and saying that he is free tomorrow to go to my hotel if I wanted to meet. He feels that the ambience of the sauna affects his libido and would rather be in a more relaxed atmosphere and assured me that better sex can be had. That was all well and good, and I would invite him to the apartment if I had the opportunity, but I was leaving tomorrow for home and will not have the chance to get a redo (not that I needed one), but we exchanged Whatsapp anyway. I gave him 110 reals and bid him farewell. It was 10:30 PM already, and Club 117 was by this time a little bit deserted save for a few clients and boys still hanging around. I see Leo, alone, nursing a beer, and had a strange look on his face. I ask him if everything was OK. Leo said something strange happened. He says that when I left to go to the bathroom earlier, he said that Diego engaged with the two Brazilian clients who were eyeing him earlier. He then told Leo that he will be going to go with the clients. “To have sex?” I ask. Leo says he didn’t know, but Diego has not been back since and could not be located. Leo was sort of upset while he was telling me this. I can tell that Leo was disappointed with Diego. I shrugged my shoulders. I told Leo that while it was disappointing that Diego left us for some clients, I reminded Leo that Diego is still a Garoto de Programa, and he wouldn’t be doing this if he didn’t need the money. We weren’t paying him, I reminded Leo, at his request, and it is not surprising that he would go where the money was. Leo understood, but still was pretty disappointed with Diego’s choice. “I thought he was having fun with us,” Leo says, heartbreakingly so. He probably was, I say, but at the end of the day, the guy’s gotta eat and pay his bills. “I just don’t understand GPs,” Leo finally says. I told Leo we can wait to see if Diego comes back, since we were waiting for Alex from his tryst with Caio anway. Fifteen minutes later we see Alex, fully dressed, with Caio, looking as fine as before. Alex asks me to get Caio’s Whatsapp, since Alex’s phone was out of charge. Caio and I do and Caio bids us all farewell. “How much was Caio?” I ask. Alex says 100 reals, and worth every penny. I am glad Alex and Caio worked out. We order our last round of beers in a bid to wait for Diego. Leo was getting more restless. We finish our beers and Leo was livid. He still can’t believe Diego would leave us for clients. I just shrug my shoulders again. “Let’s go.” Leo changed to street clothes. We settle our accounts. I ask them to also settle Diego’s account but Leo says to not pay it. I tell Leo that it is not fair to leave all of mine and Diego’s drinks all with Diego to pay. So Leo explains the situation to the employee in the counter. The guy just shakes his head, probably hearing this problem countless times before. The employee suggests to pay for half of Diego’s bill, since half of those were mine. I was willing to pay for all of it but Leo was adamant. So I pay for the half (75 reals) and just leave Diego, or his client, to pay for the other half. I ask Leo and Alex if we were still going to The Week, as we have talked about earlier. Leo says he didn’t feel like going to the club now, maybe just have dinner and some drinks in more quieter surroundings. I suggest going to To Nem Ai, the gay restaurant bar that was walkable from the AirBNB, and the chill atmosphere with good music and attractive clientele will Leo good. We Uber it there and order dinner and some fruity drinks. It was a nice time just talking to Leo and Alex over food and drinks, and the amazing music was surprisingly great. Leo still lamented the fact that Diego abandoned us. I tell Leo to not sweat it, and just enjoy our last night together this trip. I tell Leo that we do not know Diego’s own demons and problems, and he probably had a very good reason to go with the clients. The life of a GP is hard, and he probably has had to give up a lot of his personal time to attend to clients, not because he wants to, but because it was a matter of survival. We get back to the apartment at 2 AM, and Alex goes immediately to sleep. Leo and I cuddle, make out and talk for a while. And then it dawned on Leo that Diego left his bag here with us. Leo gets it and ransacks what is inside. Diego tries to get his bag back, that’s next…