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The way I do it, one does not get in touch with the studios per se, but with the models in studio. I don't think the studios have any infrastructure to receive "customers". They are first and foremost a business that houses models who put on a show on camera, and the houses are not a brothel in the traditional sense, like boy bars in Thailand or saunas in Brazil. I happened to have met models that belong to the same studio and they were kind enough to accompany me to their place of work. I've met the owners of the studios because they were open to meet me, after some convincing from the boy(s). From there I've become known to the owner(s) and the studio and the other boys. The studios only get money from the cut they get from the boy's time using their computers and rooms. They (probably) don't get a cut from the boys if they meet clients offline for money. Therefore there is no incentive for them to entertain clients going to their houses en masse, since they are not a brothel. However, I have taken owners (with some models in tow) to dinner and the disco and to the beach, oftentimes picking up the (minuscule - food and beer is cheap in Colombia) tab for beers or dinner. Therefore they have been OK with me contacting their boys, me staying in their studio, and they even go far as send me photos of new models that come in, when they come in. They will pimp out the boys who want to be pimped out. Or if they want you to give some "tokens" to a new model to help them start up their reputation, they will ask you. There are models on Chaturbate who only do shows in front of the webcam. With some, if you ask them outright if they are escorts, they get offended. Some even have "no soy scort" on their Instragrams as a reminder that they only do it for show. But I also know some models double as masseurs who advertise on Grindr or online, and are more receptive to getting propositioned for money. I have found that subtlety is always your friend. Some boys who don't usually pimp themselves out, but will do it if the price is right, or if they like you, or if they are bored that day. If you like a boy online and want to see if they are going to be able to be had for cash, talk to them on Chaturbate and see if they are in a city that you will be visiting. Ask them to go out to dinner with you, or if they are available to be a guide. If they say yes, more than likely they are willing to do more with you when the time comes. Your mileage may vary, of course. This is just one way to meet boy toys in Colombia. When you are there Grindr is fairly helpful. Most of the models are on it anyway. And there are also saunas in some cities.

I thought sex counted as cardio?

Day 4: Sao Paulo Hustle There is one thing I constantly struggle with when I am on travel: I want a taste of everything. I want a lot of boys, I want a lot of running around the city, and I want to be romanced. The perfect scenario for me would be this: having a charming gorgeous boy who is (1) adventurous enough to discover the sites with me, (2) romantic enough to give me the boyfriend experience, and (3) slutty enough to give me a great time in the sack, (4) invite over others boys to play with us, but (5) not clingy enough to not get jealous if I venture out to find boys for myself. It is nigh impossible to get all this in one gorgeous boy, so I have to drop two or even three things in my wishlist sometimes. It’s the very definition of a first world problem, and one that I gladly wrestle with in every trip. (Can speak intelligible English used to be number (6), but with my Spanish and Portuguese improving every trip, this has become less and less important.) Marcos, as you may have guessed, has (1), (2) and (3) in spades, all wrapped up in a handsome, sexy and muscular Brazilian package. But he would never go for (4), and is the opposite of (5). But I am not complaining. He rocks my socks off in bed, the visuals are very impressive, and his intelligence and smarts with (1) and cutesy demeanor for (2) all more than makes up for the lack in other criteria. But after a few days, I eventually will want some (4) and (5). In my trips, I don’t want to have a BF, I just want to borrow one for a few days. So today was Marcos’ last day with me. His time with me running around Sao Paulo was indeed memorable, and the sexy parts were equally memorable as well. But it was time to spread my wings and look for other meat. I specifically booked Marcos’ flight to be in the late afternoon, so we have some time to say our goodbyes (read: one more roll in the hay), as well as maybe visit another tourist spot before he leaves, but it will give me enough time to high tail it to Lagoa to get my first taste of Sao Paulo saunas. Let’s see how this day goes. His alarm wakes us up at 9 AM. He really wants to get the ball rolling today. We shower together, have some hanky-panky in the shower (thank goodness for big showers), and get a quick breakfast at the hotel bar in the lobby, filling up on pastries, coffee and suco de laranja, and we talked about the remaining tourist spots on his list that were doable with the roughly 4 hours we had today. Visiting the zoo and aquarium were not doable. But he thought doing some last minute shopping would be good. So he suggested two places with good shopping options: the other famous shopping street 25 de Marco, and the shopping institution Mercado Municipal. We decided to go to Rua 25 de Marco first. I must admit I did not know anything about this place, but trusted my young ward’s decision making. We Ubered it to a general spot on Rua 25 de Marco (15 reals). As we got closer to the street we noticed a slowing of traffic, and the increase number of pedestrians in the streets. Marcos and the driver have a short convo about our options before Marcos decided that we had to get off the Uber. And there it was, probably one of the densest concentration of shops, people, and cars I’ve seen in a while: Marcos whispers to me to “check on your wallet and cellphone” to protect it from pickpocketers. As I try to stuff all my belongings in my front pockets, Marco films some segments for his Insta stories, telling his fans where he was and his initial impressions of this shopping institution. He and I snap lots of photos (as I deftly try to protect my phone). Marcos tells me what he knows about this place, and says that he wants to buy a few electronic items from the “Oriental Mall”, and other souvenirs in the main shopping areas. The Oriental mall was interesting. Marco purchased some cellphone cases, chargers, a Bluetooth headset, and an Apple Watch knockoff. He also bought me a nice Apple Watch band knockoff that looked like a Louis Vuitton product, for 10 reals. I thank him for his generosity. I use the watch band on my Apple Watch my first day back in the USA, and the band disintegrates 30 minutes into my gym session later that day. That is a record. Thank goodness the watch itself did not get damaged. It’s the thought that counts I guess. When Marco has his fill of the shops in Rua 25 de Marco, he google maps “Mercado Municipal” and sees that it was just a 20 minute walk from where we were. After walking in the increasing humidity of the city, we see our goal: The inside was as impressive. Lots of foodstuffs, souvenir items, and other local delicacies. We buy some food to eat because we were hungry, and after we walked around the massive warehouse and saw a lot of nice things, but did not buy anything. I happened to glance at my watch and saw that it was 2:30 PM! Time flies when you’re having fun. I tell Marcos that we had to go. He nods. We go and window shop a few more stores before heading out. I fired up my Uber app and tried to get a ride. From the map in the app, it seemed that all the cars were too far away! One car eventually accepted our ride, but it said it was 20 minutes away. We tried to wait for it but after 15 minutes the car was still about 17 minutes away. Muito transito. This was unacceptable. I canceled the ride and Marcos tried to hail a taxi. After 10 minutes we were able to snag one. We calmed down a bit as the car tried to navigate us through Sao Paulo traffic. We got to the hotel and sprinted up to the elevators. In the room Marcos stripped off all his clothes, goes in the bathroom and turned on the shower. He peeked his head out the door and asked me again “Are you coming?” I told him “You will miss your flight!” He says “I don’t care,” as he reached for my hand and led me to the shower. I hurriedly disrobed and joined him. A little soap here, a little nibble there. He backed into to me and just like that I was fucking him. If this was his way of saying hello and goodbye, I have got to see this kid more. After the shower he hurriedly packed up his stuff. He didn’t bother fixing his hair. When he was done he gives me a bear hug and asked if I could call him an Uber for Guarulhos airport. “Five minutes away,” I tell him. We kiss one last time and head out to the lobby. The car was already there. He puts his suitcase in the back, opens the passenger door and gets in. I take the car door handle and shut the door. Marcos looks at me through the window bewildered. He gets out of the car and asks, “You’re not coming?” I tell him no. He looked disappointed. He gives me one last hug and asks me to Whatsapp him. He gets back into the car, and the car speeds away. I absentmindedly waved goodbye. My mind was already thinking about what my plans were after this: I’ll tidy up the room. I’ll eat a snack. I’ll take a shower. I’ll head over to Lagoa. I’ll invite a garoto to spend the night. I’ll fall in love. I look at my Uber app and see that Marcos’ drive to the airport was 58 minutes. It was 4:30 PM. His flight was at 6:00 PM. Will he make it? Continued…

Day 3: More Sao Paulo, more Marcos I’ve always been fascinated by the racial mix of Brasileiros. When I look into Marcos’ face (my handsome and gregarious companion from Salvador) I see a lot going on. He has the classic Italian nose (that goes well with his light brown eyes) that I notice on most of the boys I am attracted to possess. He has gorgeous olive skin, a skin tone you would expect from someone who lives in perpetual summer, until you see him naked and realize that it is not just a tan, as it was his natural skin color. His eyes had a little bit of Asian shape to them, probably a product of Brazilian Northeastern Indios mixing with other races throughout the centuries. And his cock, his beautiful fat and formidable cock, and his naturally athletically muscular physique, could only come from African origins. I like to journey far and wide to look for beauty. And its beauty like his is what makes those 14 hours on a plane that much worth it. My second day with Marcos was filled with same frantic touristic pace we had yesterday. I was letting him dictate the pace because it was fun seeing him all excited and pumped up to discover the city. I remember once upon a time, having this wide-eyed fascination with traveling, and it is nice to at least get a contact-high for discovery as Marcos was having for Sao Paulo. Not to get into any details of the day, but after breakfast we started with walking around Parque Ibirapuera, a massive park within Sao Paulo similar to what Central Park is to New York City, and just admire the scenery and the people and have conversations about life and such. We go back to the hotel to shower and then hoofed it towards Rua Augusta and Oscar Friere Avenue to see Sao Paulo’s version or Rodeo Drive (a famous shopping haven in Beverly Hills, California). Marcos bought some items from the shops there. It was important to him that the shopping bags that his merchandise came in had the words “Oscar Frieire” on them, to show his friends and family back home that he shopped in the famous shopping district. It was a Sunday, so shops closed a little earlier than usual, so we decided to take it easy the rest of the day and see a movie. We had to see the new Avengers movie of course, and I insisted that we see it in dubbed Portuguese: It was not as hard to understand as I thought it would (though it is not exactly Pulitzer prize winning material). After having dinner in the mall, we just walked around Paulista Avenue. We spent the rest of the evening ducking in and out of stores and cafes, observing the various impromptu street “shows” that happen in almost every corner, and people watching the seemingly hundreds of people out and about in the city tonight, just hanging out, doing the same thing we were. We talked about how seemingly safe it was to just walk the length of Paulista Avenue and not feel in danger of being robbed. Maybe we were naive but thats how it felt tonight. We talked about the Rio contrast, where you had to fear for your life and your belongings if you made a wrong turn or not paying attention. He said he would move to Sao Paulo in a heartbeat, but would not want to move to Rio. As we walked around he showed me places on Paulista where famous protests and rallies were held during the various crises the country have faced through the years. He told me about the current crisis, and how poisonous it was in eroding the population’s confidence in their government. The country’s going to blow up soon, he said, as it had numerous times before. It was 10 PM as we walked back to the hotel. He suggests ordering in some wine and fruits to help us relax for the rest of the night. He goes to the bathroom and fills the tub/Jacuzzi with hot water. After 20 minutes the libations arrive and Marcos stages the bathroom with the fruit and drinks for our delectation. We both undress, get in the still hot water, and enjoy the evening. We talk, we laugh, he puts in a minute-long Instragram live stream of him in the tub, with the wine, and the fruit, telling his countless fans about what he was up to. It was his last night with me. With this kind of attention I was almost tempted to ask him to stay longer. ALMOST. I am a sex tourist after all, and no matter how much romancing I get from this gorgeous one, I am still a slut at heart. As god as my witness, I’m going to Lagoa tomorrow! So, failure again with my tally, but tonight, I didn’t care as much: Sauna: 0 Laziness: 1 Hot Boy Tour of the City: 2

I’m never explicit about my intentions on Grindr. I don’t put on there that I’m looking for sex, or for garotos, or have any $$$ on my profile. The headline on my profile is simple but has been effective in both attracting local guys AND paid guys, at least for me. Your mileage may vary. Warning: this is not my actual Display Name, but close enough. One or two words, in the country’s language, followed by an American flag. You can’t do much. You only have 15 characters to work with. These words plus flag combination is what i use in Latin America, from Mexico to Uruguay, and including Brazil. I don’t know if that’s what makes it work or not. I also have my real photo on there. Useful for local guy hookups. I almost never initiate contact. The beauty about this part of the world is that there are always horny guys out there, as well as hot guys in need of cash, or both. It’s like watching a Christmas tree light up, as I have said before. Drains my cellphone battery a lot. I get a fair number of messages from prostitutes when in Colombia. Ditto Brazil. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the American flag in my profile, a signal to them that I may have gringo dollars. It might be my stupid face, or the fact I’m fresh meat, as I’m never in a place for more than a week or two. Who knows. But it works for me.

Day 2: Sao Paulo with a Baiano It is common practice for me to look for a companion when I want to do a lot of touristy stuff at a place I am visiting for the first time. This has been particularly useful in my previous Brazil trip, where my BF at the time, a Brazilian (another story for another time), accompanied for 2 of the 3 weeks I was there. Obviously he knew the language, and was fluent in English as well, having lived in Europe for a few years now. In my Colombia trips, I’ve always been accompanied by either Colombian or Venezuelan Chaturbate boys. All knew the language, the ins and outs of the country (if not the city), and the safety concerns one must have when traveling in this part of the world. For this trip I sought out two people, for different halves of my trip. My Sao Paulo companion was a 22-year-old telemarketer from Salvador. Let's call this boy Marcos. The (then) BF and I met Marcos when we visited the city, at a mutual friend’s party. Marcos added me on Instagram during the party (as a pre-Whatsapp step – check out the guy’s Insta first before committing to Whatsapp). He was very prolific on Instagram (as most people his age) and had thousands of followers due to his thirst-trap type photos he posts. But he’s not just a pretty face. His Insta timeline is always chockfull of videos of him talking about the current events of the day, shirtless. The videos are just him talking, usually about politics, but since he is shirtless and his delicious chest (and abs) are in full view of the audience, he gets a lot of likes and delightful and creepy messages. Marcos and I have been messaging back and forth after my January trip. When I told him I was going to Sao Paulo he immediately asked me if he could go with me. I didn’t have to think about it too long. He was handsome, young, and since he is a budding bodybuilder, his body was on point. But he was also educated and had passable English, unlike most garotos (I am assuming). The problem was the motivation: I did not know if he was interested in having sex with me, or if it was even on the table. But I knew that he didn’t earn enough to be able to afford the RT airfare from Salvador to Sao Paulo, as well as pay for his share of food and other things, so I had to take care of all of that. I don’t always assume sex in on the table (but in my experience, it usually is). But he was charming, and smart, and would be a formidable (and interesting) companion for me as I dive into the touristic and cultural delights of the city. If sex was on the table, great! If not, I can always look for it on my own, or wait till he leaves in 2 days and catch the next Uber to Lagoa. I look at airfares for him: about $150, which was not bad. He then sends me photos of his CPF (I love doing this, I like seeing CPFs of guys), and I use the info on the CPF to get him a LATAM flight. I take the leap of faith, as I usually do in most situations, and invite him to Sao Paulo. Since he had work till Friday evening, he opted for a 3 AM, Saturday morning flight from Salvador, which got him to Sao Paulo at 6 AM. He took the Monday off, instead using the day to fly back to Salvador. I insisted on getting him the 6:25 PM flight back, which meant he had to be at the airport at 5 PM, which meant he had to leave the hotel at 4 PM, which meant I had time to go to Lagoa after he left. One must think about these things when on a (semi) sex tour. Before he left, he forwarded me a list of places he wanted to visit in Sao Paulo. I like a guy who knows exactly what he wants. He really really wanted to play the tourist: So Saturday morning, I await his arrival. He texts me saying he has arrived. He takes an Uber and tells me he is 45 minutes away. I shower and make same coffee. Pretty soon he texts me to say he is at the lobby. 5 minutes later he is at the door. Since his name is in the reservation he was able to get a key to the room, and used the key to operate the elevator up to my floor. I hear the door open in the living room. I wait for him to find his way to the bedroom. I see his head poke though the bedroom door. “What are you doing?” he asks me. “Waiting for you.” I head over his way and extend a hand to shake his. He pulls me in for a hug. “Nice to see you again.” He says warmly. He tells me about his journey - it’s his first time flying, he is very tired, he is excited about the hotel. He tells me he wants to shower and get going on our tour of the city. The next sequence is magical: he takes off all of his clothes, heads over to the bathroom, and turns on the shower. After a minute he pokes his head out and asks “You want to join?” I guess there was going to be sex after all. I fuck him in the shower. Life is good. Can’t give out photos of him of course. But I have permission to post his a pic of his cock (changing skin tone, etc), which I had to crop from a magnificent full-body shot that I took: The rest of him wasn’t half bad either. Pecs, abs, biceps, ass, handsome face. This kid was the embodiment of everything you expect from Brazil. Being from the North East, he seemed to have more “Indio” in him as there was white and black. A perfect mix. Oh, and as promised, he ran me ragged today playing tourist. I didn’t mind. He was gregarious and charming and was chock full of knowledge about Sao Paulo and Brazilian culture. Places we went to today: MASP – the Sao Paulo Museum of Art. Walkable from the Intercontinental. Nice first location for us. We had time between walking from one art installation to another to get to know each other. His English was not as good as I thought, but he tried hard anyway. These two paintings called “Retirantes” held a special meaning to Marcos. It was about Brazilian Northeastern Migrants, his ancestors, and their suffering during the drought in the last century. Touching explanation from Marcos. I’m glad I was able to get him here to see this piece of art in person: Mid-day we noticed Paulista Avenue was closed to traffic today due to a cycling/health festival. Lot of things to see: After, I took Marcos to his first subway ride ever, on the Sao Paulo Metro. He was beyond thrilled. I showed him how to use Google Maps to know which lines to use and which stops to look out for, as we made our way to the Sao Paulo cathedral (from the Consolacao station to the Se station, two lines, transferring in Paraiso station). Cheap fare – 4 Reals or $1 for a single ride ticket: The Sao Paulo Cathedral was pretty nice: We walk down through Rua Quinze de Novembro and of course we see some sexy soccer/football action, seemingly a regular sight in the country: And some concert happening ahead: We take an Uber to Beco de Batman (Batman’s Alley), an alleyway with a dense concentration of graffiti. We get a Bud and admire the art: And at sundown we head back through Uber, satisfied with our day: We did a lot in just a few hours. What I saw was a living, breathing dynamic city, through the eyes of my equally dynamic companion. I did not feel unsafe at all through all this. It was a pretty refreshing feeling, especially in Brazil, a supposedly fairly dangerous country. We were exhausted, and took a nap when we got to the hotel. We woke up pretty late, ordered room service, and just had a night in. Sex before bed of course. I guess it was always on the table. But, failure with my tally today. Maybe tomorrow? Sauna: 0 Laziness: 1 Hot Boy Tour of the City: 1

Google Translate would be the best one to use, as others have suggested. The microphone feature is pretty good to use if you guys are tired of typing out responses. It helps if both of you enunciate the words, or if you type, make the sentences simple so the translations don't come out weird. BUT, the best thing that happened to me last trip was when my cellphone battery died, and I was forced to communicate in Portuguese with my companion. It did wonders for my confidence in speaking the language and after that I did not use Google Translate as much. Of course I've been taking lessons so it was probably just the kick in the butt I needed to not rely on GT as a crutch in order to communicate. There are a lot of AirBNB Rio options, especially the Ipanema and Copacabana ones with a lot of reviews from usually Gringos, that are great. They usually have a doorman who act as security so these AirBNBs are pretty safe. The price is usually fair, and it is usually in a residential-ish touristy area that has a lot of spots you want like restaurants, markets and easy access for Uber. But for a newbie, I'd suggest the relative comfort and security of a hotel, especially if you are not comfortable with the city yet, and especially concerned about safety. You will have (mostly) english-capable staff that can help you orient yourself with the area, as well as have the safety infrastructure (security checking ID's, safes in the room, cameras everywhere) you may need for your own peace of mind. No clue, I had my BF as my first guide. But Viator has a lot of private tours that may have what you need: https://www.viator.com/Rio-de-Janeiro/d712-ttd#{"listSpec"%3A{"sortBy"%3A"001"%2C"layout"%3A"grid"}%2C"filterSpec"%3A{"selections"%3A[{"name"%3A"groupId"%2C"value"%3A"26"}]%2C"availabilityRange"%3A{"from"%3A""%2C"to"%3A""}}%2C"currency"%3A"USD"%2C"destinationId"%3A"712"}

A few hundred nights? Wow you're a baller TotallyOz. It's a fabulous hotel and the location is amazing. And the staff didn't seem to mind my guests either, as security didn't even bat an eye and no one even checked for ID. Yeah i never do it bare with sex workers ever, no matter how hot one is. With non-working guys, its a matter of instinct for me. I don't do it for everyone, but when I do it its special, and always worth it. Always came out of it still negative, fingers crossed. It's a calculated risk for me, and the PrEP I'm sure does help. I wouldn't recommend this behavior to anyone. My sexual health, my responsibility. But if one can get access to PrEP, get on it! The BF and I are on PrEP, and we have been asked by some friends if we could import some into Brazil for them. It's still expensive in the USA, but Thailand seems to have cheaper PrEP. I wonder how they get it that cheap... SP Pride will be a goal for me next year. All the photos from friends of the parade and parties had me envious. I am curious then, are the saunas super busy during Pride? Overflowing Cabinas? More garotos than customers? Too many customers?

Day 1: Sao Paulo Back home people always ask me: why would one ever go to Sao Paulo? What is there? Isn't Rio the place where everyone goes to? I had the same misgivings about Sao Paulo, even if it was the first Brazilian city I've ever visited (last December). Rio is stunning with its natural beauty and unique laid-back atmosphere for sure, but after being impressed with Bogota and how metropolitan and cultured it is (and how different it was from the natural beauty and laid-back atmosphere of the Colombian caribbean coast in Cartagena), I was eager to appreciate Sao Paulo as a city with similar charms. Rio can have its beaches for now. I was ready to discover, for the second time, the more buttoned-up Sao Paulo. Its time to hangout with Jackie Kennedy, after having fun with Marilyn Monroe. I took a Biz class Avianca flight (booked through miles) from LAX to Bogota. It’s only a 6 hour and 15 minute flight, and by the time food service arrives, I'll only have about 4 hours of sleep, even with the lie-flat seats. I wait at what must be the largest Star Alliance lounge I've ever been at, take photos of the tarmac while waiting at the terrace: Sent some photos to my 22-year-old Nordestino friend from Salvador who will be joining me in Sao Paulo, to tell me I am on my way, and he promptly posts those photos on Instagram (sans my face thank god). He must be excited. Pretty soon I board my flight. We are given these pretty nice Tumi amenity kits: The food service comes and goes, I pop in two Advil PMs, recline completely, and sleep... to be woken up by the flight attendant to ask me if I wanted breakfast. I slept pretty soundly. I muttered out an annoyed "Si!" and got situated. Used my Amenity kit to freshen up as we head over to Bogota airport. The airport is still familiar of course, having just left it about 11 days prior. The Avianca boarding was a shit show and the gate changed twice, as panicked people ran back and forth the massive El Dorado International in Bogota. This is unfortunately a common feature of this airport. We finally boarded. Another Tumi amenity kit. I didn’t even bother with food service. I reclined fully and went to sleep, wanting to be fresh for Sao Paulo. But in reality, how does one sit still when Brazil is on the horizon. My mind was racing with the possibilities of the week. I watch "I, Tonya" to pass the time (good movie, Tonya Harding had a rough life). Pretty soon we get to Guarulhos. It took me 12 minutes to wait in line at immigration. The immigration had one question "Turismo?" To which I said "Sim!" Rushed through baggage claim because I only had carry-on with me. Turned on my roaming on my phone ($10 a day on AT&T International Day Pass). Got Uber to figure out where I was. Put "Intercontinental" and it found the Sao Paulo hotel. It showed that the journey was 48 minutes. I'm pretty sure with "muito transito" the journey will be longer. I always forget how big Sao Paulo is. I go up to the Departures level and looked for Check in counter D, since that was where one of the Uber stops were. The driver was already there when I get to the curb. I put my roller bag and backpack in the backseat with me. The driver confirms the address of our destination (Sim, obrigado), and then speeds away. The drive was pretty ordinary, though some trouble getting out of Guarulhos. So much traffic. An hour goes by and we get to the Intercontinental. $18 for the Uber ride. Taking advantage of my loyalty to IHG properties when I travel for work has its perks, and it meant cashing in a whole lot of points for this trip, I decided on the Intercontinental after staying at an AirBNB in Bela Vista with my BF the prior trip. My first companion for this trip is a budding body builder, and so before the trip he asked if my hotel had a gym. I always remember sex after the gym is always amazing, with muscles still swole from the workout, so I made sure I got a hotel that had a more than decent fitness facility. Post-gym sex for 3 days! Check-in was fine. Receptionist spoke english well. Made sure that my companion's name was in the reservation (it was). Got a double upgrade, which meant at least a suite. The room was lovely, got a pretty nice view of Sao Paulo, and, 10 minutes later, got my sweet amenity (they ask if you wanted the sweet or salty amenity) and some free water. Pretty pathetic amenity compared to other intercontinentals (in Europe there is at least always Champagne): When all was said and done it was 6:30 PM, which I guess is prime sauna time. It was a Friday, I'm in Sao Paulo, what should I do? I do the pathetic thing and fire up Grindr. It took a while but soon I get some messages. Got the typical Garoto offers: This one is asking for 300 reals - $80 (https://gustavo-goiano.webnode.com): Looks good, but too rich for me: This one was fine for 200 reals - $53, but only Ativo so it wont work for me (http://www.garotolandia.com.br/lucasnahad.html): But tonight, because I am too "preguicoso" to do anything because of the long flight, the pillow-top mattress, and the room service dinner I just ordered (Picadinho with risotto and some farofa, 65 reals - $18, with a free glass of wine), I just try to chat up some guys and see where it lead: After two hours of Grindr talking, eating my dinner, watching TV (NBA playoffs in Portuguese, not bad), I make plans with a 27-year-old Paulistano who lived near the Itaim Bibi area. I guess it’s a good sign that he asked if there was parking close to the hotel, which meant he had a car, which meant he was not going to charge me anything. He chose to Uber instead. When he got on his Uber, I got on the shower. Despite my best attempts, I was in danger of having sex in Brazil. It does not take a lot to get some here, and if you fail to land anything here, it is your own damn fault. Sex was fun. He bottomed, of course. Insisted on bare. I obliged. I was taking PrEP, so at least he was safe. He wanted to stay over. I told him I had to get up early so it was not a good idea. It was true. The Nordestino's flight got in at 6 AM tomorrow. Got to be up for this hottie from Salvador. But I failed tonight. No Lagoa. Sauna: 0 Laziness: 1

Day 0: The Setup Previous post: OK, so after my first trip, I am not such a newbie to Brazil anymore. I visited my first (and only) Brazilian sauna to date (the legendary 117, everything it is hyped up to be and more), got my first garoto de programa experience (lucked out on a gorgeous carioca, did not get robbed or decapitated), got to make some friends (a couple of Paulistanos, some Cariocas, and some Nordestinos (peeps from the Northeast Brazil, Salvador and Natal). I am ready for more, of course, primarily to at least spend more time at the saunas when I can. I spent 3 weeks in Brazil last time and only had time for a sauna visit on my last night, so I have to work on this. Just a background: I am 36 year-old Asian American from California, and I travel some for work. I'm a bit familiar with Colombia and Mexico, and trying to make inroads into Brazil. I've been learning Portuguese casually since late last year just for the heck of it using a once- or twice- a week Skype lesson online from a nice lady living in the South of Brazil. I've been currently struggling with verb conjugation, and my vocabulary is still limited, but between work and personal life and procrastination, it is the probabaly the best I can do at this stage. After spending Carnaval in Barranquilla, Colombia (with some Chaturbate boys) in March, I decided to cash in some miles and get a nice week-long Brazil trip. My United Mileage Awards search pointed me to some Super Saver Business Class flight on Avianca. Having used Copa Air as my primary airline to South America from California, using Avianca was a needed change of pace, because layovers in Tocumen Airport in Panama City has long worn out its welcome with me. Since business class award seats were only available on Sao Paulo flights in the dates I was looking to fly, I let the airline points gods choose my fate and decided that Sao Paulo will be my my entry point to Brazil. I don’t do anything without a goal, even with my vacations. My goal for Colombia was to visit its top 5 cities (in population), which I have completed last month with the Bogota trip (so I now have expanded this goal to top 10 – I am 6 for 10 so far). Since Brazil is bigger (and possibly better), my goals needs to be as ambitious, or more. My goal for Brazil: to visit every state in the country. To date, I have visited the states Rio de Janeiro, Sao Paulo, Rio Grande do Norte (Natal) and Bahia (Salvador). So what state should I visit this time to accompany Sao Paulo? A short search of the Latin Section of this site yielded more mentions of Porto Alegre (apart from Salvador) as a nice 3rd city, in addition to RJ and SP. So I do some research and ask my Portuguese teacher, who is from the south (Floripa, Santa Catarina) just to see what she thought of Porto Alegre. Also, the promise of meeting more light-skinned, light-eyed Brazilians sounded intriguing (-ish), so I look for round trip flights to PA from Sao Paulo. I ran into some cheap fares on Azul airlines. Without looking at reviews for the airline and its flight record I booked it. Gotta take a leap of faith once in a while. So I guess Rio Grande do Sul is going to be my 5th state. And then there is the matter of companions. I am still in discovery mode in Brazil so I am eager to see the tourist sites, and having a local companion show you the way is always superior to just going it alone. There is still a lot of Sao Paulo I want to see, and I also wanted to go to Gramado and Canela in the south, to supplement the Porto Alegre visit. I could just leave it to chance and just find companions when I am there (and possibly burn a lot of minutes on Grindr or take a chance on a garoto), or I can do what I do usually: invite friends and/or boys I met in previous trips to accompany me on the next one. A lot of sexy Brasilerios to choose from, but two stood out for me: A 22-year-old Nordestino office worker from Salvador who me and the BF met at a party, who I have been Whatsapping and Instragraming with me all these months, and Gabriel, the Carioca garoto I had a GP with last trip in Rio, who was also my first hire for Brazil. These two I thought I had the most chemistry with, and it is nice to compare notes to which boy is better the free one, or the garoto? My last, but (most?) important goal is of course to visit as many saunas as I can. It will be tricky with the presence of the two boys I've invited, but I will have at least 3 nights of alone time I can do this in. I only had one night last trip. Let's see how many nights I can get at the sauna this trip. So this is the setup. I write very detailed trip reports because it is the only way I know how. Continue or no?

Just adding some color to the suggestions here. I find the Mexico City gay bars to be one of the best in the world (at least with what I like in a bar), and there are a shit-ton of gays in the city. And there will be no shortage of (free) hotties who will want to go with you to the bars, and to even the gay strip clubs. I agree that Zona Rosa would be the default place to stay and enjoy the bar scene (and possibly the safest place to be at night), but by no means the only place to spend time in at night. The Centro (downtown) area also has fairly decent and sometimes superior clubs and bars (although less safe), and there are other bars scattered in the Roma Norte and Sur and Polanco areas.I never had any problems staying in hotels near or in Zone Rosa and having a rotating stable of boys visiting me. Some photos here. Sorry these are grainy. BB Show Bar Strip Club. Crazy ambience but generally a great time. Preferably with a friend or five. Spanish helps a lot with the boys: Botas Bar. Good with friends or alone. More subdued than BB. Surprisingly had at least 3 models who spoke decent english. Had long convos. Pretty chill time: Sample of a regular gay bar: Baby. Young crowd, great music, good dancing. Lots of cuties: Another sample gay bar, but in the Roma Norte/Roma Sur area: Tom's Leather Bar. Hybrid gay bar and stripper bar. Too many gringos in my opinion, but nice ambience and eye candy. Dark room is fairly active, if that's your thing. CDMX is one of my fave cities to stay a long weekend at. Pretty dynamic (culturally, ambience, food etc etc etc) and there seemingly are thousands of gays that descend upon the city in the weekend. Overall lots of fun.

torogen I sent you a PM. FYI there are studios in Bogota, and with any other major city in Colombia.

Cool! I'll be back at least a couple of times this year. There are still a lot of Colombian cities to visit! Thank god Colombia is its own animal, and different enough from Brazil that it gives variety to my South America adventures. And does an overnight trip with Chaturbate boys to a local beach with the Chaturbate studio boss (and other non-model peeps) count as a legendary party? It surely was unforgettable! This is awesome! Glad my little thread had a hand in inspiring some people to take the plunge to visit Bogota and Colombia. The Latin America portion of this forum has singlehandedly inspired me to take the plunge as well, so I am just paying it forward. Maybe I should post more trip reports. I can confirm this that Spanish helps a lot. Google Translate is easy enough to use for Grindr and some basic back and forth when face-to-face, but can be tedious when full-on conversations are needed. Thank goodness for my high school spanish courses. It seems to be enough in 80% of cases. And my Spanish improves every time I visit Latin America.

I agree with this too. Constructive criticism is one thing, attacks and obtuseness are another. And everyone has different tolerances to this. Some posters are thick-skinned, but others aren't, and those who aren't stop posting, and the forum is poorer for it.

Thanks for the tip. I put this user on IGNORE. I can't stand people who are intentionally obtuse. With that, I think I shall post my next trip report...

More replies: Whenever I tell people I am heading to Colombia (or Brazil, for that matter), they always ask me if it is safe, or if there are still a lot of crime and drug-related violence, if its full of "bad hombres". And for a while I avoided traveling to both countries because of this preconceived notion that it is really unsafe to visit. But I did my research on here and other travel sites about both countries, adjusted my perspective and expectations of what I was used to with travel, and used a lot of common sense and intuition to know what to do and what not to do, and actually, the big cities of Colombia and Brazil is no more dangerous than any other big city out there (except Rio, the shit is still bananas there). Each city has its own bad neighborhoods, and each city has its own set of rules that you have to abide by in order to enjoy it safely. I am glad I took that initial leap of faith and actually booked that first trip to Medellin last year. Writing this now, I don't know why I waited so long to visit. These countries are amazing and full of surprises. I've never had so many messages in my life as I have when I am in Central or South America. Grindr is part and parcel of my experience there. More about this on a future trip report. The blond twink was really cute. Were you there on a Saturday night? It depends.. on the boy, the circumstance, and the length of time I am with the boy. The least that I've "paid" for a model to sleep with me is just one dinner at a nice Pizza restaurant in Barranquilla. We ate, talked, went back to the hotel, and fucked. That's all it took. The most I "paid" was probably to this boyfriend pair I mentioned here. When i was staying at their place I spent $120 on groceries for their home, which was a shit-ton of stuff, even at the big Exito grocery store. At the same trip we went to their downtown "Centro" area and I bought them knickknacks for the house, from bed sheets to towels to a wall clock. But anyone who has been to a Colombian downtown "Centro" area knows how cheap things are there. I probably did not spend more than $100 on everything. Finally I took them to buy some clothes at KOAJ, the cheap but trendy clothing store you can find in any Colombian mall. I think they bought some shirts and pants. Again, cheap stuff, probably close to $80 for 8 pieces of clothing for both. And there were 2 of them! But I stayed in their apartment for free for 6 days, so that saved me some hotel costs. It was the least i could do for their hospitality. I still paid for all our food and entertainment costs during my stay of course, including movie tickets, drinks at the clubs, frappuccino's at Juan Valdez coffee etc, but again, cheaper in Colombia. It was an unforgettable 6 days, whatever I paid . It was all worth it. I don't go on trips, I go on experiences. Most of these models usually lack even basic necessities, so anything you buy them is going to be accepted graciously. A Smartphone is probably the one thing you can give them that will garner you a lot of "daddy" points and yield you a lot of kisses and sex. And cellphones sold in Colombia are still much more expensive than what we can get in the USA. So what i have done is , before i leave for Colombia, buy some unlocked LG Phoenix 3's, the cheap but slick looking 5.5" AT&T prepaid phone in the USA, usually $55-$70, more if unlocked. This cellphone alone has probably garnered me some long weekends, with overnights, with at least two models. Your mileage may vary. Awww thanks floridarob. The check is in the mail, though I do not know your address in Mexico. What a great idea! Tomcal, we need to make this happen! Tell me when and where and I'm there! More replies later...

Finally, some replies... It is irrelevant. Almost every major Colombian city has one (or three). And normally these types of compression socks look awkward on some guys, but on these guys it works! Even the boys, who are cam boys and therefore used to seeing naked hot man flesh every day (and get to have sex with it), got so hot and bothered by the strippers. They even asked me if I can pay these strippers to pay us a visit in the apartment. I seriously thought about it, but alas we did not have time. This is a great idea for a follow-up post! Maybe when I go to a Colombian sauna this could be something I can work on. There's a lot of stuff on Brazil, might as well have one for Colombia too. Thanks for the tip! Definitely for next time. I must admit, we hardly minded the "bad quality" booze during the 4-hour window. We were constantly going up and down stairs and dancing our asses off, so I guess we fully metabolized the awful alcohol, as we did not get hangovers. We left around 3:15 AM after having two rounds of beers (I forgot the price, probably insignificant), and then we continued the party at the apartment with some beers we bought earlier, and some homemade leftover arepas we heated up from the lunch before. Between drinks and talking (and getting the hang of Colombian Spanish) I think we got to bed at around 6 AM. Indeed :). I have my own way to get sex in Colombia, which is a little different on how I get it in Brazil. Both are fun of course. We are spoilt for choice. More replies later...

Apparently you don't. Yup. Yeah even I, a newbie to Brazil, knew what that meant. I get it that it is hard for some people to stay helpful and positive. Still, it is hard to read it sometimes when you yourself are trying to be helpful and positive.

Thanks for the feedback so far. I'll get to some of the questions posted here, but I thought I'd post a response I wrote from some PMs I got because of this post. Some members have asked me on how to visit a Chaturbate studio in Colombia. The owners of these studios of course do not want their studios to be known as brothels, and what the models do on their own time is their business, but to those who want to visit a studio, here was my response: Hi there, I guess I lucked out on the first Chaturbate model I contacted to meet with me. He is one of the favorites of the studio, and the model was eager to show me the studio and to meet the owner as well. Soon after that the boys came to know me (or my reputation), so I did not have problems getting other models to agree to be my companion. The good thing about this is that first model was a gossip, and my sexual preferences came to be known in the studio. So the other models who went with me knew exactly what to do to please me. On the other side of the coin, they knew that I did not pay this first model for his time (just the occasional shopping spree), so I started right. My suggestion to you is of course go on Chaturbate, strike up a conversation with a model you think is a good fit with you (after paying for play of course, depends on the model). Ask for his WhatsApp, and then just setup a meeting from there. He may even have suggestions on other companions that may accompany him (and you). You'll know from your conversations that that he is from a studio versus just being a independent contractor, and maybe a visit to his city may facilitate a visit to his studio. Your mileage may vary of course. I've visited two studios so far. These studios are really a cottage industry in Colombia, so these are not "professional studios" per se. These are usually just residential houses with good internet connection and rooms outfitted each with computers and an HD webcam. Sometimes these studios also house the boys, providing them with common areas and access to laundry facilities and a big kitchen. It is perfect, for example, for a hot young Venezuelan without any legal documents to stay in Colombia (and there are a few I've met) to earn money they otherwise would be incapable of earning back in their country, without any need to possess any prior useful work skills except possessing a hard body, a big cock and pretty hole. They won't even need a place to stay or clothes to wear. Everything is provided by the studio. Lots of drawbacks in this arrangement. The owner gets a possibly unfair cut of the boy's earnings. But oh well. I've actually stayed the night in one of the studios (but not in the boys area with bunk beds, but in the owner's bigger bedroom with other boys), and the ambiance of the house is not really designed for sleeping if you are a light sleeper. Lots of boys graduate from staying in the studio to getting their own place, once they earn enough money, because it is simply not ideal living conditions, due to the sheer number of people who live with you, with music always playing in the background, and the boys (and girls) transmitting in all hours of the day. I did not get sleep that night I stayed, but for a number of reasons in addition to the the noise. Hope this helps. numazu

Sorry, I've been busy, so the trip report, while it has been written, is still unposted. Will try to post soon. Meanwhile, if you're looking for a new report from me, I posted something on Colombia at https://www.boytoy.com/forums/topic/29257-some-notes-on-bogota/ I thought about cross posting it here but there are some risqué photos on there so I decided not to. Also, anyone coming in June for the giant circuit party in Pattaya? If so, PM me!

Just wanted to drop a note about Bogota. I was there a few weeks ago and it was my first time in this city, but not Colombia, having visited Medellin, Cartagena, Barranquilla, Santa Marta and Cali before, so I am very familiar with the country at least. What has helped with my travels in Colombia has been getting to know an actual Chaturbate studio (and have visited numerous times), and because of that I have been sifting through its models to be my companions in my travels in Colombia. When I’m discovering a city for the first time, I always like to have a constant companion with me, preferably someone who speaks the language to discover the city with me. Interestingly (unlike my experience with garotos in Brazil), through this studio, I don’t pay the boys any money per se, but I do take them to the occasional shopping spree, plus of course providing all food and transportation. I think it is because I started right with the first cam model in this studio I went out with, and subsequent boys have followed suit. Of course I will get the occasional plea for money when I am home, but I just say no. The disadvantage in having someone there all the time is it is hard to meet other boys to have sexy time with you when you are with your chosen boy for the trip. But I can hardly complain, as these Chaturbaters are really sexy and eager to show you a good time. Lately I have been spending a lot of time with two Colombians, ages 23 and 24, and boyfriends who only do duo broadcasts on Chaturbate (and Cam4). They seem to be the perfect combination of hotness, generosity with their bodies, with a healthy dose of humility and easy-going demeanor. They let me stay in their apartment one weekend, and they always insist that I sleep in between them, for maximum contact. It is such an amazing arrangement, but it can get awkward sometimes when you have to get out of bed to pee. You either have to roll over one of the boys, or get out of the bed the long way in the middle. But again, hardly a deal breaker. Sex with both is always great and satisfying, and having each sexual encounter be a threesome is always a production (three times the cumming, all three need to be showered, etc). Bogota has always been a dream destination for them. As “Costeños” they were used to the constant sunshine of the Caribbean coast. They were excited to visit what they call “the refrigerator,” due to Bogota being colder and grimmer than the coast due to its altitude. Before the trip, I promised to bring them old sweaters and jackets I had in storage back home that I haven’t worn in a while. They insisted on taking the arduous 18-hour or so bus ride to Bogota from the coast, due to one of the boy’s fear of flying, so they left their home hours before I had to hop on my flight from California. I was glad I brought the sweaters and jackets for the two boys. They got to the AirBNB safely, but were freezing their asses off, even though it was only 65F (18 C). The AirBNB unit I rented did not have a heater, the same as most apartments and hotels in Bogota, so the boys snuggled up to me in bed and the couch, which worked for me of course. Days were much better for them, as It was warmer, but they still had to bundle up when leaving the house, and I also had to buy them some gloves and beanies, which was readily available from street vendors for cheap. Some points: 1. I was kind of surprised by how Metropolitan Bogota was. It is not as modern as Medellin, but the pace of the city was much faster than the more laid-back coast. During the day the city had an army of workers who filled the offices, and it was kind of a nice change of pace from more tourist-oriented towns. 2. My Uber driver from the airport to my AirBNB was a tall, muscular and hot Bogotano was also a firefighter. Spoke very little English but very accommodating with my broken Spanish and talked slowly enough for my American ears to understand. Good start to the trip, and his hotness got me worked up for my boys. 3. The AirBNB I rented did not have any issues with my two companions staying with me, and I can imagine them not having any problems if instead I had a rotating harem visiting me constantly in the building. The security, though fairly cautious, seem to be very laid-back. View of the front of the building, with a drumline celebrating… something: 4. The neighborhood we stayed at was in Chapinero, and I was unprepared on how gay it was. Opening Grindr was like seeing a Christmas tree light up. The boys were checking Grindr as well and got inundated with offers from locals to meet. If I were to guess, the boys who messaged me constituted of 40% boys looking for customers, and 60% were just regular locals wanting to hookup, 30% of which what I would consider hooking up with. I will need to go back here alone to take advantage of the boys: 5. Speaking of gay, I purposefully picked an AirBNB that was close to the gay bars. I was surprised that the apartment building was just across the street from not one, but three gay bars, and in the same block as 4 others. And we saw the occasional gay couple holding hands in the streets. It was really gay central, complete with a rainbow crosswalk: 6. Another surprising benefit of staying in gay central Chapinero, is that it was relatively safe to wander the streets at 4 AM without fearing for our safety. Granted, there were 3 of us every single time when we walked the streets, but we did not have any problems stumbling out of a bar at the usual ungodly hour, and to look for late-night snacks around Chapinero. We did not have to take any Ubers and appreciated the relative safety of the neighborhood. 7. Even if Bogota is a proper world city, it still had relatively third-world prices for the most part, cheap food readily available and super delicious. The boys insisted in indulging my request to eat authentic Colombian food. I certainly was not disappointed here. And having soup in the morning is a good counter for the cold: 8. There are a lot of things to do in the city, if you are bored with all the indoor sweaty activities. Highlights for us were the Gold Museum, which was free on Sundays (most museums are free on Sundays): and the mountain Montserrate, which had a church on top of it, which we took a cable car to get up to: 9. Sadly, I did not have the opportunity to check out the saunas. Maybe next time. 10. And finally, and probably the highlight of our trip (apart from the sex, of course), was visiting Theatron, the legendary gay bar in Chapinero. Saying it is a bar, of course, does not describe the venue accurately, because Theatron is really 13 bars in one: it was this large stadium type dance hall: surrounded by 12 other gay bars, each with its own theme and vibe: We all agreed that Threaton was a destination on to itself, and the sheer variety of what you can find in the place deserves multiple trips back. We only had time to go on a Saturday night, and there was a tremendously long line of energetic party-goers trying to get in, but once we paid the 35,000 COP ($12) entry fee, which included a hard plastic cup we used to get our unlimited drinks (between 10 PM and 2 AM), we took advantage of the various venues the place had. Traditional dance tunes, electronica, latino music, trance, chill music, you name it, they had it. But probably the crowning jewel of the place was in the 4th floor, which was a men’s only floor. We did not know why women weren’t allowed until we saw this: I will definitely go back to Bogota, possibly alone next time. There is so much more to see.

Not sure about in Pattaya or a Pharmacy... But I got some PrEP (Truvada) last year from Pulse Clinic in Bangkok in Silom. Their website is https://www.silompulse.com. You have to get tested to see if you are negative first, before you can get the PrEP of course, because the medicine is not for HIV + folks. This was my haul last year. I forgot what how much I paid for it but it wasn't that expensive:

Like I said my writing is not for everyone. I'm sure a lot of people here didn't like or didn't read my small report (but chose not to post anything negative). I've told @TotallyOz and @paulsf three weeks ago (in a bar in Bangkok), about my reservations in posting here. Anyway, I'm going to try to continue to write about my travels on here because there are people here who like it or think it is useful. I urge those who don't post their reports because they fear other posters belittling them, to post anyway, and fuck the doubters - like @torogen said here in another thread: I am heading to Costa Rica soon and would very much love to see this report, but of course @torogen you had your reasons, and I respect those reasons. It is easier to just lurk and not expose yourself to potential ridicule. Since I've been going, 15 times in 4 years. Jupiter and Boy66 bar has vast majority hunks, Tawan has body builders who are all tops, BBB in Pattaya has half hunks. P.S. I'll be in Cartagena in a few days, and Bogota next month, and Porto Alegre and Sao Paulo in May, so if there are posters here who will be in those cities, at those months, PM me!

Thanks @Gotti for the reference to "Vidigal Bieber". I had no idea of his existence till Anitta's music video (yes Anitta is not a good singer, but she does produce some catchy pop music and the gays love her music in the clubs). Further googling yielded his (Pietro Baltazar's) Instagram and is a treasure trove of this model's very photogenic life. My fave still: His blonde look is still the moneymaker I'm sure, and looking at the blonde pictures still reminds me of Gabriel and makes me want to go back to Brazil ASAP:

I tried and got accepted right away. Did not put in a Lifemiles account number, put in the promotional code for the extra miles, and put in my SSN, annual income and housing situation. Got four routine questions about my previous credit activities, and voila, a $50k credit limit. I do hope that I get the full 60,000 miles bonus, because a one-way economy award ticket in Avianca from North America to Brazil is 30,000 miles. Sourced here: https://www.lifemiles.com/eng/inc/starredawards.aspx