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Day 10: Business up front, Party in the Back As far as I know the majority of the direct flights from Brazil to the USA (Miami, Atlanta, New York, Houston, LAX) depart at night. I don’t know if I like this schedule or not. On the one hand it is pretty cool to have late night departures because you can have a last minute victory lap at the sauna before heading out to the airport. But on the other hand I do feel a little bit of anxiety throughout the majority of the day of the flight. I've always lived in mortal fear of missing my flight, anywhere I am. Having to wait for it all day, even if I was doing something fun, kind of takes away from the fun because I keep checking my cellphone for the time. But there was still a lot of day, and a lot of boy, to get through today. My flight is at 11:15 PM tonight, which meant I had till possibly 8:00 PM to enjoy Thiago, and some boys at the sauna, tonight. The whole day meant looking at my cellphone to see if I had the time to do things. Not good. Thiago though, was hell-bent on doing one big thing with me today. After going through all the Sao Paulo tourist sites on google, we decide on visiting the Sao Paulo aquarium. I can’t tell you how many successful dates I’ve had in the aquariums in the USA, so I thought that this was a good choice for us. And good ole Thiago. He still knew how to pace things. He knew the last time we can have sex is this morning, since in the afternoon, he will need all the strength he can get for the long sauna night ahead. Starting in bed, working our way to the shower, having some slap and tickle while soaping up (this is all we can do, he was too tall for me to have any good sex in the shower), and then settling at the bed to have some sex. From what he tells me, he enjoys bottoming with me, and bottoming in general, as he doesn’t get to do it often, as everyone wants him to top. I can only oblige, though maneuvering his long, muscular legs is not an easy feat. In the end he cums, while I am lying on my back and him towering over me, feeding me his cum while I feast at the sight of him up above. Bliss. We hurry up and shower again, have a quick coffee and pastries at the padaria nearby, and then head over to the Sao Paulo aquarium. The entrance fee was US $30, which I found steep for something to do in Brazil, and Thiago thought it was oddly expensive as well. He insisted to go do something less expensive, but I told him since we were here, we might as well go. I knew he wanted to go, so I pay up and we enter. We encounter the usual fish, rays, seascapes and other staples of any aquarium: But then we enter a space where more land-based critters reside, including meerkats, kangaroos, and the Aquarium's centerpiece, two adorable polar bears: I like these kinds of dates, as it shows if a person is in my wheelhouse: learning something with someone you are also trying to learn something about. Thiago is up for the task: his University learning and natural curiosity showed throughout the three hours we were there. It does help that someone that handsome can also geek out on nerdy things like what Brazil’s different biospheres are, or knowing how Australia’s species evolved to what they are. He tried to remember what he learned from his biology classes, as did I, though it is a longer time ago for me than for him. Oh well. I wouldn’t say I’d wholly recommend the aquarium just because of the expensive price, but for me it was worth it in the end. After the aquarium we get back Shopping Cidade on Paulista to have our late lunch, and then strolled on Paulista, since today was Sunday and the street is closed to cars so pedestrians and bicyclists can have free reign over the popular street. At 2:30 PM we headed back to the hotel to pack, shower and say our intimate goodbyes before we both head to the sauna. Thank goodness for late check-out at the Intercontinental. Thiago only packed a back-pack, and was going to the bus station after the sauna tonight, so he can bring all his stuff to the sauna. I had a big suitcase, so I will have to store my bag at the concierge to pick up after the sauna. We get to the sauna at around 5 PM, and my countdown starts. At this point I am thinking I have till about 8:00 PM to stay at the sauna, which gives me time to Uber it to Intercon to retrieve my bag, and then head over to Guarulhos with some time to spare if traffic doesn’t fuck things up for me. 3 solid hours in a sauna is of course plenty of time, but since I had to be mindful about my time, it felt shorter than it actually was. After our usual welcome drink and scoping out the current scene (him for customers, me for boys), I bid Thiago a warm farewell and thanked him for the wonderful time today. I wish that he got as many customers as he needed tonight. He bids me farewell as well, and tells me to not spend too much money on boys. I promise him I will not. We part ways to get what we wanted out of the evening. Hopefully I get as much sex as I can with giving as little money as I can give, so I have money for more boys, and Thiago can get as much money as he can with giving as little sex as he can give, so he has energy for more customers. It’s a game that’s played all night long, by everyone in the sauna. Some win more than others, but in the end, hopefully everyone gets what they want. It didn’t take me long to spot my potential boy #1 for the night. He was sitting in one of the tables, just alone playing with his phone. From afar he looked like any average white boy I encounter at home. But up close, he was stunning. Natural looking body with abs, porcelain white skin, dark blonde hair. “Oi,” I say, and he looks up. The boy looked 15. He smiles and puts down his phone. “Tudo bem?” he asks. I point to the seat next to him. He nods and we size each other up. He was gorgeous, innocent face, but you kind of knew he knew all the tricks of the trade. His name is Miguel, just 18. Another University student. Just been in SP for a month. He’s not a regular at the sauna, but goes if he needs to buy clothes or new gear. He suggests us leaving the sauna to have dinner and then go back to my hotel for a fuck, and then go out to a club to round out the night (The Week was his choice). Sounds nice of course. I told him I couldn’t, since I was leaving tonight for the USA. “Take me with you,” he jokes. He says he is slight and can fit in my suitcase. No doubt he could. We get to the topic of sex. Does everything. More of a top but open to bottoming, but has never done it with a customer. Quoted 250 reals. I stood by my firm 150 reals with gozar. Seems to work with the boys. At the room, he suggests to shower first so we can do “whatever we wanted.” And that’s what exactly happened. I like a boy who takes initiative. He rims me first, telling me that he wanted to do this badly. I didn’t mind. After warming up the oven he puts on a condom. I didn’t tell him I also preferred to top but that hardly mattered now. He fucks me for a while until he was close. He takes the condom off. Some more foreplay. His ass tasted amazing. Tight and hairless. The body works for me. Amazing to the touch. He sits on me and proceeds to thrust. My first time in a sauna room to be fully versatile. I consider this a triumph. I cum fast, due so much sensory overload. It takes him a while to cum because he said that happens when he gets fucked. It was worth the wait. He cums everywhere, his hair, the bed, me, the wall. We cuddle for a while, cum getting everywhere but we didn’t mind. And then we shower and exchange info and such. Next time, I’ll get my hands on him to have a full weekend. I give him his 150, and a 20 to pay for his entrance. I look at my cellphone. It was 7 PM! I had an hour left. Time flies when you’re having fun. I could not find Thiago, which is good because it meant he was with a customer. Halfway through my beer I spot a boy who was tall and inviting. He was not gym buff but had a natural fit body. He spots me staring so he pretends to adjust his towel so he can show me what he got. Giant dick alert. I wave him over and he sits with me. 24 years old. Smoldering Latin look. I give his cock a tug. He says it grows to 26 cm, and thick. Only a top, kisses, he says. I was running out of time. So I hurriedly accept. 150 with cum, as usual. It is good to have the price set before starting. The actual programa was nothing to write home about. Kissing was not as good as promised (more nibble than kiss), foreplay not much better. But with him I imagine everything is forgiven once a customer sees the dick. That was his selling point. He was very pretty, so his face can also sell, and he was tall and had a nice body, so he had a lot going for him. But the dick just overshadowed everything else. No doubt the biggest I’ve seen, and the thickness is a sight to behold. I played with it. He struggled to cum, looking at the straight porn the whole time. It was fine. The dick made up for it. Showered with him afterwards, so I don’t smell like boy on my flight. Paid 150, not a repeat for sure, but the perverse sight of his gigantic dick was worth the price of admission, so I had that memory to carry me over the continent on my way back home. Thiago still was nowhere to be found, but he messaged me saying he was in a programa, and to message him to tell him I was leaving. I told him I was leaving. Relunctantly. The night was still young. But vacations have to end. Uber to Intercon, then to GRU. Got to airport with an hour to spare. Slept really well in the plane, well-earned from the gymnastics from earlier. Thanks again for the lovely time Brazil. I’ll see you again soon. Really really soon, apparently.

I always look at it this way. If everything went perfectly you would write one line saying, left ontime, great flight. Now you have a story to remember and tell.

The so much expected vacation started with some problems. Fortunately it was just the beginning, so let’s put the bad stuff at the very start. You can skip this post if you are not interested in traveling troubles, the good stuff will be in the next one. My first flight, from DC to Ft. Lauderdale, was with JetBlue. The flight was scheduled at 1:45 PM. The night before I almost did not sleep out of excitement, and by 5 AM I was up and having my morning latte. At 6 AM I got a call from JetBlue. Actually, two. I usually do not pick a call the I cannot identify the caller, so I rejected the first call. The phone sang again immediately from the same number, which is unusual, and so I picked the call. It was a JetBlue agent informing me that my flight had a delay of 5 hours, and offering me alternatives to avoid missing my combination from Florida to Recife. Instead of leaving at 1:45PM, now I was leaving at 10:30 and had to rush. Fortunately I was already half packed and made it with no problem to my first flight. The change also meant that my wait of 4 hours for my next flight which was already pretty bad, was now about 7 hours in the airport. I usually like airports and take advantage of the dead time, so I was ready to plug my laptop and do some work. Damn I was wrong. I found Ft. Lauderdale’s airport quite ugly, with poor decorations in the floor so talentlessly designed that made the floor look old and wasted and instead of drawing you would perceive flaws in the tiles. The options to eat were all unattractive, there was not Starbucks and the coffee alternatives were not good. Even worse, the airport was packed because of holiday traveling. All the spots with access to power were taken and people were fighting for them, some unconsidered motherfuckers would place their bags in the chairs next to them, taking two work stations. In DC, the JetBlue agent had offered me to check out my carry on luggage with no charge, and promised I would not have to retrieve it until my final destination. He gave me the luggage tab, and explained to me that he was not able to print the boarding passes for my other two flights because JetBlue has not access to Azul systems. I was stuck in an ugly packed airport, waiting for Azul agents to show up to print my tickets. The flight from Florida to Recife was scheduled at 7:30PM. The Azul agents showed up about 5PM to deal with an earlier flight that was delayed. They printed my tickets and told me I had to retrieve my bag in Recife. I told her about the JetBlue agent promise, but she advised me to ignore it and to listen to her. She also offered me to pay 65 bucks to get more leg room, offer I took. Everything look good, at about 7 the plane crew showed up at the boarding gate. No one of the guys was attractive to me, so disappointed. Two of the female flight attendants were gorgeous, but I was not traveling to Brazil to wake my straight gen. It was 7:30, the signs said the flight was on time, but there were no traces of the plane. The whole crew just took the few seats still free, pulled out their phones, and disconnected from real world. Bad sign. At 9PM the signs still said that the 7:30 flight to Recife was on time. I guess that is how Azul gets its reputation of being the most punctual airline in Brazil. Finally, at 9:45 the plane showed up, and the crew dropped their phones. We started boarding at 10:15, when the signs were still reporting that the flight was on time. The flight was comfortable thanks to the extra room I had bought. Of course, I flew very nervous, afraid of missing my combination to Salvador, considering the huge delay of my on time flight. Fortunately, we made in on time. We landed in Recife exactly 45 minutes before my last flight and although I was nervous they let me in the fast line and was at my boarding gate 10 minutes before landing, when all the other passengers were already on board. But more troubles were waiting for me. The Azul agent at the boarding gate was not accepting my boarding pass and sending me out of the restricted area to do a new check in. I got upset, I tried to make her understand that I would miss my flight and that it would be her fault. It was complicated, she would not understand English or Spanish, and my Portuguese does not exist. Lucky me, when I was turning back in frustration to follow her instructions, aware that I would lose my flight, her supervisor showed up, called me back, and sent me on board. He warned me that my seat may be taken and that I may have to seat somewhere else. Imagine how I felt when I get on board and not only I could seat in my assigned seat, but also I could have chosen any other one, as the plane was half empty. Would be unfair to make a judgement out of my first and only experience with this two companies (I think they are probably the same, being JetBlue the American brunch of its Brazilian big sister), but my trip was not a good experience. I am writing this while eating my breakfast in the hotel. I have to stop here to meet Fernando and his driver. Be patient, once I arrive to my hotel I started to have a great time and will report about it in my next post. As a brief advance, I am in love with Salvador. I went to Fox last night and can tell without doubts that Brazilians are the best kissers in the world. IMG_1633.MOV

Does anybody know if Fragata is open tomorrow? I guess Lagoa is closed on the 24th and 31st. Merry Christmas everyone!

As they saw I was about to miss my flight, they put me in the fast line, customs was fast. I am traveling with my Argentine passport, I do not know if that helped to make the process faster, Argentina and Brazil are members of the MERCOSUR. The bag took longer, but it is a small airport and customs did not choose me to check. I was at the door 5 minutes before the time for departure, not for boarding.

Numazu's epic, wonderful reports have inspired me to book a flight to Rio for late Feb next year. I haven't been down to Brazil since 2005! So I'm so excited to re-explore the incredible sauna scene (and try out Grindr and Instagram for some more local talent). I've been more focused on Eastern European and Russian fitness models the last decade. But nothing compares to Brazilians when it comes to sensuality and sexuality. Quick question - Does anyone know if the United flight from Houston to Rio is outfitted with the new Polaris business class seats?

Fake holiday. Just like Hanukkah. Have American Hindus, Buddists, Islamists and the like come up with a holiday for this time of year yet? Honest question. One would think they would but I really don't know. Not too many of the non standard minorities around where I live.

Armed snipers will patrol select areas of Rio with instructions to shoot to kill. Up to 120 gunmen will fight criminals, it is thought. Here is the article from the NY Post: *** Teams of marksmen will patrol parts of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, with high-powered weapons and a license to kill, said a security adviser to state Gov.-elect Wilson Witzel. Bloomberg News reported Saturday that as many as 120 sharpshooters will join police patrolling the city’s slums to wipe out gun-toting criminals. The shooters will work in pairs — one pulls the trigger while the other videotapes deaths. “The protocol will be to immediately . . . slaughter anyone who has a rifle,” said Witzel, a federal judge and former Brazilian Marine. “Whoever has a rifle isn’t worried about other people’s lives, they’re ready to eliminate anyone who crosses their path.’’ *** I should point out that the referenced Bloomberg article is the better of the two, containing more information and perspective. Yet the Post got right to the point.

AS- Don't forget Wednesday night prayer meetings. Some sinners cannot wait a whole week for reinforcement. Best regards, RA1

Christians are a lot like cockroaches. Ignore them long enough and they'll wind up everywhere. PS Adamsmith, I knew you couldn't stay away from this thread. I've warned you before, you keep playing footsie with that damned Lamb of the Lord meme and it'll have you squashing your hemorrhoids on a hard bench every Sunday.

Do not forget that he lost the vote of the people. He was elected by the Electoral College.

Trump's desire all along has been to burn the house down. He has done that with every single agency under his control. This should surprise no one. He does not think about the good of the USA or its allies. He thinks about Trump. ONLY. And, that is what people elected and they are happy with it.