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Nonsense! we are all irresistible, whatever we look like, whatever we wear. Or so I've been told.

Yes but the big question is "DOES HE SWALLOW" ! :-)

Speaking of clothes... Things have certainly changed. On my first visit in 1995, my memory is that, in Boyztown, falang gentlemen (sic) made an effort to dress more formally in the evenings. I mean by that long trousers, usually not jeans, and shirts with collars, not T-shirts. I certainly did but "dressing for dinner" had always part of my holiday experience. In the Caribbean, which was my chosen destination before Thailand, hotels wouldn't serve dinner to guests in shorts and some places even demanded a jacket. it took a few years for me to adapt to the more informal (and infinitely more sensible) fashions of today. And P too, though I expect some of you will be surprised by that. Like me, he wore shorts in the daytime but for the evenings he changed to long trousers. He is as old-fashioned in a Thai way as I am in my British habits! And then , one evening, on the way to Central from Jomtien we both noted that we were the only men in a crowded bus not in shorts. A revelation indeed! Now, my up-bringing is out the window and I wear shorts and a polo shirt to dinner. Just as P does. And it feels so much more comfortable.

A Sao Paulo Interlude Ugh. I got derailed with the posts because life just got busy. With the USA fast opening and personal stuff with my own life getting in the way (read: I am finding new distractions), I both haven't had the time to update this thread or go to Brazil in the same frequency as since Brazil opened up in July. I will still update when I can, or maybe not, we shall definitely see. But I do find my self in Brazil this Memorial Day week (in the USA) for some reason. I've chosen Sao Paulo as my main location for this trip (for now), based on the two positive days I spent in the beginning of May before I headed back home. I have frequented Rio since December, and even with the never-boring charms of Rio's beaches and boys, I have to admit that I have become bored with the tedium of the 117 and 202 merry-go-round. While some American friends have introduced me to the very specific charms of Meio Mundo (probably due for a post at some point), it is time for me to concentrate on Sao Paulo. A lot has changed since I was in Brazil about 4 weeks ago. I have found a country that is more restless, more fed-up, and possibly ready to burst at any moment. And probably because I am in Sao Paulo, a city that is less touristy than Rio, it is harder to paint over the seams that are forming from the suffering of its citizens with the whiplash of COVID restrictions, with the lack of good paying jobs, and the slow rollout of vaccination. I met up with my gorgeous ex in my first few days here, and even with the distraction of the always great sauna Lagoa, which has been busy these days, I cannot ignore the other things that are happening. A casual stroll in Paulista Avenue on tis gloomy Sunday revealed some interesting street graffiti: "Out with Bolsonaro" "Down with the dictatorship" "The Emergency Assistance is not enough to buy food." "Out with Bozo" While passing by the "Fora Bozo" graffiti, I explained to my ex that "Bozo" was a name of a famous clown in the USA. The ex says its the same in Brazil, and for him, Bozo is a fitting name for Bolsonaro because he thinks he is also a clown. A sad state of affairs in Brazil for sure. Pretty worse than normal, even. That's probably why there is always more boys than clients in the sauna. So hopefully, next, I will continue with the Rio posts...

Epsteins billionaire pal Bill Gates has some interest and responsibilty in this: (From The New Repubic...they actually get thiings right on very rare occasions) https://newrepublic.com/article/162000/bill-gates-impeded-global-access-covid-vaccines When the Financial Times editorialized on March 27 that “the world has an overwhelming interest in ensuring [Covid-19 drugs and vaccines] will be universally and cheaply available,” the paper expressed what felt like a hardening conventional wisdom. This sense of possibility emboldened forces working to extend the cooperative model. Grounding their efforts was a plan, started in early March, to create a voluntary intellectual property pool inside the WHO. Instead of putting up proprietary walls around research and organizing it as a “race,” public and private actors would collect research and associated intellectual property in a global knowledge fund for the duration of the pandemic. The idea became real in late May with the launch of the WHO Covid-19 Technology Access Pool, or C-TAP. By then, however, the optimism and sense of possibility that defined the early days were long gone. Advocates for pooling and open science, who seemed ascendant and even unstoppable that winter, confronted the possibility they’d been outmatched and outmaneuvered by the most powerful man in global public health. In April, Bill Gates launched a bold bid to manage the world’s scientific response to the pandemic. Gates’s Covid-19 ACT-Accelerator expressed a status quo vision for organizing the research, development, manufacture, and distribution of treatments and vaccines. Like other Gates-funded institutions in the public health arena, the Accelerator was a public-private partnership based on charity and industry enticements. Crucially, and in contrast to the C-TAP, the Accelerator enshrined Gates’s long-standing commitment to respecting exclusive intellectual property claims. Its implicit arguments—that intellectual property rights won’t present problems for meeting global demand or ensuring equitable access, and that they must be protected, even during a pandemic—carried the enormous weight of Gates’s reputation as a wise, beneficent, and prophetic leader. How he’s developed and wielded this influence over two decades is one of the more consequential and underappreciated shapers of the failed global response to the Covid-19 pandemic. Entering year two, this response has been defined by a zero-sum vaccination battle that has left much of the world on the losing side.

Robert and Bom have opened a new restaurant on the west of the river. Kin Kao. It's a 30 minute taxi drive from Oasis.

Chicken with cashew nuts! The first thing I order on my first night in Thailand. The Balcony, Dick's Cafe....wherever. And now I'm feeling bereft; fifteen months without. I ordered it in London many years ago. Never again.

Firstly let me say that I enjoyed the drawings by Marcelo Pombo, Latbear4blk And I agree to considerable extent with many points made. I too hate to see any misogyny or racism in the gay community, and I feel a bit uneasy when I see the likes of Amazon sponsoring their gay staff to walk in the Pride parade. Whilst not wanting to deprived the staff of their “day out” I cannot help feeling it implicates the gay community in unconditionally supporting the likes of Amazon. And I also hate the current trend of some who want to make a Pride parade more respectable by excluding those who parade in leather gear and as part of kinky groups and so on. However I think some of your statements are be a bit overblown. For example what you said about gay people being offended at being addressed playfully as women. In my experience no gay was ever really offended by that, unless there was a straight person addressing him and the gay man was concerned felt he was perhaps being undermined or insulted. And I’m sure a man who identified as queer would not appreciate being referred to by feminine nicknames by a straight guy who he (the queer identified guy) felt was trying to subtly undermine him in some way, despite his abjuration of the fake masculinity of the “gay”. I think the reaction of people in such cases depends more on the situation than their ideology. Also, your example of gay men in the gay bar being jokingly disparaging about women struck me as rather weak as a critique of gay identity. You may think it crass or not funny, but how do you know when the gay man is expressing his privileged position in the misogynistic patriarchy, or just being crass? I think there is an innate repulsion towards the sexual organs of the gender you’re not sexually interested in. I imagine there something similar regarding lesbians and men’s sexual organs. Of course in that case one can make the point that the lesbian joke isn’t from a (relative) “position of power”, But perhaps also you can read too much sociological meaning into peoples jokes. And general terms regarding terminology, I sometimes wonder if this is just a natural progression in the generations . I think there is a general tendency for one generation of a particular group to see the terminology last generation as being insufficient. In the early 70s, “gay” was seen as something of a radical word. The gays rioting at Stonewall were rejecting the compromises of the earlier generation who had referred to the movement as the “homophile” movement. You had a somewhat similar situation in the black community, with the move from Coloured to Negro it to African-American etc. How much of this is a genuine insight into the deficiencies of the terms in question, and how much is just each generation thinking it knows better, I don’t know. To be honest, your article felt to me a bit like somebody who is dissatisfied with a lot of the conservatism of a general gay culture (as I said I sympathise to a considerable degree) and attaching that critique to an ideology (being “gay identified”) that you ascribe to homosexual men of many different views and politics. Some of your arguments are in danger of disappearing down a bit of a rabbit hole, I fear. For instance I understand your point about the celebration of “coming out” putting pressure on men who might feel they can’t, or are not confident enough in their identity to do so. But that doesn’t negate the point that in general, that it’s better for sexual minorities that homosexual men come out rather than not. So the argument would be, is the pressure on gay men to come out a “progressive” pressure (the more gay men out the better), or is it better embrace a queer identity and it says “I don’t have to come out because I wasn’t already in”. That idea might seem logical from the perspective of a post-graduate seminar discussing a Judith Butler article, but I think it’s hard to argue that in the real world downgrading coming out would not have a conservative or regressive effect for sexual minorities. And to turn the tables on you a bit, your handle would seem to indicate that you are a Latino who is into black men. Could this not be seen as fetishising a different race, which could be seen as rather dehumanising of them? If I were the sort of university seminar lesbian who is in to that type of thing, I am sure i could work up 1000 words tearing into you as the worst sort of Latino racist who sees black men as dildoes (pingas) for his pleasure rather than men in their own right, who writes articles criticising the dreadful cis-heteropatriarchy of the term "gay" to cover up his own guilt at his own cis-heteropatriarchal racist fantasies of.....(you get the idea). To be honest this is something that one could spend a whole evening and several glasses of wine discussing, if we met up in real life, but those are some of the issues (or could I be as grandiloquent as to say “internal contradictions”) that struck me from your essay anyway.

I note that four of its border countries have higher novel coronavirus incidence rates than Brazil. Bolivia’s is similar. Uruguay is off the charts but they are quickly ramping up vaccination. They had previously allocated its limited supply to border towns near Rio Grande do Sul when the transmission vector direction was from Brazil into northern Uruguay. A few cargo ship crew (foreign nationals) arriving in Brazil recently tested positive for the Delta variant. These strains are going to be flown in anyway. ——- Rob, I guess salvaging your recent missed travel is back in the cards. ;>)

While reading The Nation news today, I came across this headline: Tourist dollars only came from foreign film crew this year "The tourism sector’s only income this year has been from foreign filmmakers and crew, the Department of Tourism said recently." https://www.nationthailand.com/in-focus/40001539 Whoa, I thought. What about all those tourists who entered the Kingdom on Special Tourist Visas (STV) or other visas. Some have posted on this board. Sure enough, a brief search determined that 7,694 foreign tourists entered Thailand during January alone. https://www.bernama.com/en/general/news_covid-19.php?id=1945387 This raises the larger issue of a government agency that tosses out a press release and a media all too willing to publish anything that comes over the transom without feeling obliged to do some due diligence.

It’s a ongoing thing! Heck He calls every evening to me and never say never, but i think the chances of getting back together are less then 10%

Sorry to hear you and the Dentist didn't work out. I was rooting for you.

Probably a good many are owned by a senior politician, a General in the army or top policeman! Since one or two were involved in owning gogo bars, it's not outwith the bounds of possibility that even more were making oodles of cash from these other businesses. TIT after all! On a more serious note, I read somewhere yesterday that there are actually 3 million foreigners living in Thailand. No doubt the vast majority are from neighbouring countries and work in lowly jobs. But if these are included by the government in the expat figures when it comes to vaccines, the Lord only knows when most of us, especially those above a certain age, might end up with a needle in their arms.

looks yummy but nothing beats chicken with cashew nuts in now closed Oasis on Suriwong, just past Siam Heritage hotel

I also like to travel light this is is what I'm wearing when travelling to tropic. Shirt ( I have 7 different colors but the same fashion, all purchased for 300-400 baht on Silom , Pattaya Noght Market or Talat Bobae along Saen Saep canal ) has 2 velcroed pockets ( velcro is great theft prevention tool ) I always take 3 one them , one is on me , one is drying and one ready to use dried already shorts ( only 5 different colors, the same price and source ), 4 velcroed and 2 regular pockets at front and 2 velcroed on the back. I take only one Always do my own laundry and no problem with either one to dry overnight. In case if does not or in need of more formal dress ( no shorts at Grand Palace or Bank of Thailand Museum at Rama VIII bridge for example ) I use long trousers I wear on the flight . I have whole science as to what is distributed to which pocket but that's different story.

Last time I checked it wasn't mandatory - if YOU dont like the idea of being gay then you can simply "stop" being gay ( yeah good luck with that) - the rest of us who are gay will I'm sure just carry on just fine thanks.

how much he charges ?

Going to throw my 2 cents into the pot..and since this is posted to the Latin America forum, may I suggest that the best cities in Latin American to meet local boys in the local bars/clubs (not sex adjacent) are: - Havana, Cuba (they are always looking for foreigners, especially to pay for a night out that might cost you a whopping $15 total) - Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic (healthy gay scene around El Conde and the local boys love to dance and fuck til late. Just be prepared to pay) - Bogota, Colombia (Chapi-gay lives up to its name, there are always boys looking for something exotic -- meaning your white ass because you are not local) - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil (see Santo Domingo, same rules apply) - Mexico City, Mexico (twink quotient is super high, Mexicans love to meet new people and everyone is a stranger in DC. Plus strippers/go-go's leave 'em horny by end of the night) - Santiago, Chile (they don't see a lot of tourists, the locals will seek you out) - LIma, Peru (If you don't look like an Andean local, you are going to stand out and Peruvians are curious about the world) - Buenos Aires, Argentina (few foreigners i.e. non-latino travel this far; locals are friendly, proud and neurotic. Always very social) Good luck with your hunt! Mac

I'm not good at telling stories but I can try recollect a much information as possible. That first night i arrived late. My friend had already spend a week in Havana, so when I arrived I took a taxi straight to the Airbnb. I must have arrived at there between 09.30 PM and 10:30 PM. We stayed a couple of hundred meters from Mixto. After bringing up my suitcases, I took a shower, got dressed and we were on our way. We walked from from the apartment the long way around via the Malecon to the intersection of Infanta (where Las Vegas is) and Avenida 23. This place was crazy. There were literally hundreds guys hanging around there. This was such a shock but at the same time a very pleasant surprise. I mean, all types of boys were present there. Darker skinned, lighter skinned, older, younger, slim, slim fat, muscled and so on. Many groups had their own drinks with them and were just having a good time. It was very easy to make contact and guys often walked up to us to say hello. A heads-up, while there is always gay activity at night around that intersection, I've never seen it as busy as in mid August 2019. We only stayed about 30 minutes and flagged down a taxi to take us to that restaurant bar I was talking about. I will have to ask my friend (if anyone is interested) the name because I really don't remember. What I will never forgot is it's location. It was in the middle of a normal neighborhood. It was a quiet backstreet with villas, or at-least bigger size houses, no flats. The music was booming, and I don't know how that was allowed. Anyway, we went inside and my friend might have paid an entrance fee for us. The doorman let us in and when we walked through the gate we came into a courtyard already full with people. This was the outside section with seating on the left, on the right side of that people were standing. Even more right people could walk up and down and on the most right was a section with a back drop were you could take pictures. it was like you see on those red-carpet events. Just a backdrop with some advertising on it. We actually spend most of our time standing there. Unintentionally, I might ad, but it was a great place because everyone would take their picture there and many people asked us to be in their pictures. Because I've only been there 1 time, I cannot tell you if this was a special event. This night however, which was on a Thursday was busy and fun. Someone approached us when we entered to stick a number on our chest. I'm really doing my best to remember how it worked but COVID-19 really did a number on my brain. I think you could write notes, or maybe even leave notes somewhere, or buy a drink for someone. Honestly, I can't remember. There were two bars if memory serves me right. One of them was in the outside area and the other inside. We met interesting Cuban guys but also a guy from Scotland. Honestly, it was to early for me to feel as comfortable with everything as I did from the second day. Actually, you could say until I was drunk that night. You must know, I lived in Luton, England at that time and it was quit a culture shock, straight out of the plane. We had a good time, did a lot of flirting and many guys flirted with us. Nevertheless, we didn't stay long because we had other places to see. We got into a taxi and were off to mixto. For those of you who like dark skinned muscle boys, you will love the doormen at Mixto. Besides great bodies, some of them were extremely good looking. it is my understanding that these guys are straight, but don't pin me on that. I'm not sure how to explain this, but the entrance to Mixto is very interesting. The doormen our outside. When they let you in, you first have to go up one or two steps. Then you have 2 or 3 meters to the door. That outside space i also a couple of meters wide. You were not allowed to bring glasses there but you could put you drink in a plastic cup, and take it there. Why is this important? It was were we spend a lot of time. People who smoked (not us) could have a sig there and it was a great please for chatting. I noticed that they don't always have plastic cups on subsequent visits. My advice, bring one if you like to hang around outside. Anyone, it was early for Mixto standards when we came in. When you open the door, there is a black curtain that you have to go through. My friend took the lead and I followed. On the right side of the door (inside) was a boy standing alone. He must have been 23. Funny, I never asked him his age. But yeah, he was a bit manly, but other than that he was handsome enough. His hair was dyed blond, something that looked really good on him. My friend kept walking and I followed him. Mixto is not that big and the bar is immidiatly at the left. My friend ordered drinks and it came as no shock that they spoiled mine. I don't like lime in my drink at all. Normally when they put a lime in accidentally, you can just take it out. It will still taste of lime a little but it's drinkable. In Mixto however, they poor lime juice in and that make a Cuba Libre undrinkable for me. Great, I had a reason to contact the boy. he was standing there without a drink so I went over and gave him mine. I just asked him if he wanted it, he said yes, I gave it and walked away again. First contact was made and he seemed to be pleased. This is also they guy I took home later that night, but before that, there were many hours of fun with other guys. Across the street from Mixto is a small park. At a certain moment I went outside to look around. I had just arrived in Cuba and i wanted to see a little more than clubs. There were also many guys sitting in the park and that might have played a roll to for my eagerness to get out there. Making contact was extremely easy especially as I had a little more to drink now. As I understood, most of the boys outside couldn't get into Mixto. It was fun flirting with them and I'm sure I could have taking a couple of them home. At that time, I already knew that I wanted the blond guy. After some good chats I went back inside and met someone who would be my date for the next night. I don't feel comfortable with sharing names so let call him Camilo. My god, he was a student and lived a couple of hundred km from Havana. Like many other guys he was on a summer holiday. He was short, had a great body and eyes to die for. He looked a younger than that he was. If i remember correctly he was 21, but he looked like he was 18. We agreed to meet the next day in Pico Blanco, a club in the penthouse of a hotel that had gay nights on Friday. Sadly, it's closed a few months after my first visit. Back too Blondie! If you've never been to Cuba, you have to know that boys are very pushy when it comes to asking for drinks. You would almost think they are getting paid a commission. Where I am used to feeling lucky if a boy likes to drink and party in some Asian countries, in Cuba, I had no such worries. Blondie would feel no shame in asking me for drinks. Actually, that first drink I gave him he must have drank under protest. After that, I've never seen him drink anything else but beer. When Blondie would get a beer, he would always offer a sip to his friends when they walked by. Mixto was full of guys who just didn't have drinks. Not weird, if you consider that they were not cheap. Again, i am not sure but I think 4 or 5 CUC. Which is crazy if you think of it. On the other hand, Mixto is so small that cheap drinks might attract too many people. There were also some big spenders who would have a table near the dance-floor or upstairs on the balcony. They would have one or more bottles of hard liqueur in front of them. I already feel like I am writing a book so I'll try to finish the story of my first night. i really cannot say how many boys I've spoken with and who were very willing to go home with me. It was truly insane. It's not that Cuba was my first rodeo. Other than the Thai gogo/ host bars and clubs like DJ station, I've not often seen. maybe Cabaret Tito in Mexico city in the early 2000, but I was at my peak myself what looks and age is considered. So yeah, Havana was something really special and it brought back feelings I hadn't had for many years. Even I wanted to, I couldn't recall all the things that took place that night. There was a lot of flirting, kissing (openly), ass grabbing and hands that disappeared in trousers. Ugh, I wanted to end this but I just realized what else happened when we went home. There is a whole story that leads up to this but I want to keep it short. My friend was talking to a guy (Elian) and I told him I was going home with blondie. He said he would go home too. LOL, so drunk me invited Elian that he was talking too to come with us. Elian agreed and we started walking. Like i said, it was only a few hundred meters to our apartment so a few minutes later the four of us were sitting in our living room. Elian was 27 years old. He looked no day over 21 and maybe even younger. We had some drinks and i asked if they would like some chocolate, and both said yes. I'd bought a lot of treats because I knew about the situation in Cuba. My friend told me to bring toilet paper and treats. When came back with a big Cadburry bar, Elian grabbed it and put it in his pocket. Yeah, he wasn't sharing that bad boy, lol. Blondie had a disgusted look on his face and he wasn't wrong. i told him that I would give him some later in my bedroom. That's basically were we went after that. I already had taken a shower and when blondie was in the shower there was some noise coming from the hallway. Elian was standing their naked and my friend was telling him to leave. This is not the first time this had happened to my friend. in fact, he very often invites boys but then asks them to leave very quickly. I had forgotten that I was the one who invited Elian, but this was something i would be reminded of in the days to come. Anyway, he got kicked out. I just went back to my room where blondie just came out of the shower. Nice body but a little bit bigger (not fat) than what I normally go for. He was top, which i am too, so that didn't fit. Actually, I didn't mind. He had a big tool to play with and he was a passionate kisser. That night, I already decided that I wanted a threesome with him and a bottom. I told him as much and also that he should find the bottom, this gets interesting if there will be a sequel to this post. The same goes for the stories with Elian. Blondie stayed the night, and I normally don't like that. We woke up in the afternoon. I can't remember if there was another session but when he left, I gave him some chocolate and 20 CUC. He thanked me and left. Now, I had no idea what to give him. I didn't want to give too much and not to little. What I understood from what doctors made in Cuba, 20 CUC would be more than enough. After visiting there on multiple occasions, I am still not sure. Boys never complained and never asked for money, other than the ought CUC for phone credit or taxi. Now don't think I'm cheap. it's just that i didn't have the normal John experience when I was in Cuba. For example, my friend doesn't pay for sex and his boys kept coming back because there was actually no money needed. I'd rather pay to be honest. These were just some of my memories of the top of my head. I am not sure what you are specifically interested in. Some might want to hear more about the sex, personally, I think that I shared more than I normally would :-) Lastly, I wrote this and I'm not going to Grammar or spellcheck. People who have a hard time dealing with this kind of writing will have to suck it up, hehe.

PART THREE: OMNIA SQUARE (red outline area on map below): This place is brimming with Middle Eastern young men for sex. This is a place you either love or hate (as our other reviews here have shown)!!!! The whole square is very seedy, but the area for sex is the northwestern part of Omonia. This is the part in front of and surrounding the Hondos department store. The Syrian, Iranian, and Iraqis are usually sitting/standing at the top of the tube escalator that empties in front of the juice bar Gregores (red circle). The escalator that empties in front of Hondos (and the elevator area) usually has the Greeks and eastern Europeans (red circle). As you face Hondos, the side pedestrian street on the left side is filled with Afgans and Pakistanis. The same can be found on the right side of Hondos on the side walk. It is also the case that if you cross the street to your east you will find several outdoor cafes. One of them, whose name escapes me, you will find has old gay men sitting with their young male companions. I usually frequent the outdoor café/restaurant right in front of Hondos where I can sit and watch the boys on offer (dotted red on map). When I arrive at Omonia I usually take a complete walk around the Hondos center and then spend a few minutes seeing what is available by standing at the top of one of the two escalators. Now there is a nearby police station, so do not be so stupid as to do business in public. As to where you can go for sex, that is rather easy. All the boys will know that there are three possible sex hotels from which to choose. One is one block to the west (the one I prefer), there is one next to the Kosmopolit cinema, and then one more one block east of that. So, for those not familiar… once you negotiate what you want with the boy and how much to pay, you then proceed to the hotel. Just tells the boys to show you the hotel. You will probably pass a number of female prostitutes along the way who also use these hotels. Once you get to the hotel, you approach the clerk and hand over 5-10 euros depending on which hotel you go to. No id is required. I do this with one swift motion as I hand the 5 euro with my right hand whilst my feet continue to move to the elevator with the boy. It is usually the second floor if you choose the hotel west of Omonia, but that changes over time. The boy will know the floor. Once you get off the elevator, you will be in a hallway with about 10 rooms. There will probably be one or two couples (gay and straight with prostitutes) waiting ahead of you for a room. Once a room is clean, the maid will motion for you and you enter the room. It has a bed with one fitted sheet on top, tv with porn, a bathroom, two towels, and usually a condom. You have between 30-40 minutes until the maid will bang on your door. Most of the Syrians were especially phenomenal kissers and fuckers. Often they would also ask if I would fuck them as well. Interestingly to me, the Afgans always liked to get fucked and kiss. My usual deal was 25 euro for the boy and 5 euro for the room. I have found it safe 99.9% of the time and only had one problem. I once got a boy back to the room and he stripped. I then looked and noticed he had a small discharge from his penis even before it got hard. It was clear he had gonorrhea or chlamydia , so I used google translate to tell him how to get some medical care. A friend of mine DID have one problem when a guy could not get hard to fuck him, so he paid the guy only 10. The guy went ballistic and would not allow my friend to leave until he paid more. My friend then started yelling for the maid who started banging on the door. The boy had to relent and my friend left. I never had problems and had some amazing repeat business with these boys. Most of these boys ALSO show up a few hours later at Victoria Park where they are also available for more sex. TYPICAL DAY: I would begin the morning with work. Around 11:30 am I would take a nice walk to Omonia Square to see if there was a young male appetizer I might enjoy. I would walk completely around Hondos Center and then stand for a while at the top of the two escalators. I would always find someone. After going to the nearby hotel for sex, I would return and settle down at one of the cafes for lunch…usually the one right in front of the Hondos Center. During my time I would regularly make eye contact with another young man and invite him over for lunch. After lunch he and I would go to the sex hotel for some fun. I would then walk back to my place to freshen up and take an afternoon nap. Afterwards, I would walk over to Pedion Park for an afternoon to sample one of the guys there. Then, I would walk back to Omonia for some theatre action where I would always find one or two guys to my liking. After some sex, I would leave and have a coffee and enjoy one of those amazing Greek rice curd desserts they have. I would then return to the theater for one more round. After this I would walk up to Omonia Square and see what was on offer. I would always take at least one guy to the sex hotel for some fun, sometimes two. Afterwards, I would make my way to Victoria Park. They have some nice caffes with outdoor seating right off the top of the tube escalator that are perfect for eating dinner and watching boys. If I did not catch the eye of anyone special, then I would check Grindr or PlanetRomeo to see what was on offer. As was almost always the case, I would find someone in Victoria Park to take back to my place for a late-night snack. I would generally repeat this pattern, but add the two bars especially on Friday/Saturday nights when new guys would appear. For those not yet familiar with these areas, then simply use the street view of google maps and you can see pretty much everything that I noted above. Good luck and be sure to report back on your visits!

Was supposed to leave tomorrow for Brasil....I've had both vaccines (Moderna) and the last few days I thought I had a cold or flu, got tested today for the trip and it was positive for Covid. Hearing many people being vaccinated yet asymptomatic , yet I had symptoms. So, I'm not being very optimistic about cruises re-opening and latest reports of Asian countries having more outbreaks.....Cancun is going into red stage Tomorrow.......