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Yesterday, Sunday, was cloudier than Saturday and definitely a more tolerable temperature for me. I could easily get used to the humidity, but I think that, in order to be fully happy while living in this city, I would need easy access to a swimming pool. The day would have been perfect to check avenues and streets turned into pedestrian ways, but he headed in a different direction. Punctually, my bisexual new friend stopped by to pick me up. Damn he is tall, my face was at the height of his chess. I was confused about his origins. He is not a rare Black Paisa as I reported before, but an import from Barranquilla. From now on, I will refer him as “the Costeño”. We walked to Carrera 70, the Laureles Avenue with the highest concentration of bars and restaurants. Coming over there at night is still in my to do list. Nearby there is a stadium and sports complex and there was a soccer game scheduled for later in the afternoon. The restaurants and side walks were pack with soccer fans. I made a pause to prepare and fix my version of a Paisa breakfast: Back to yesterday, the whole area was taken over by local soccer fans. Several Chivas were parked along the avenue, all of them fancier than the one I had seen during the ride from the airport to my nest. You have one here, modified for transporting tourists: They come in all sizes and designs, this is just an example. We were looking for a place to have lunch. I had asked the Costeño to avoid restaurants for export and choose one attended by locals. His first choice was a small place with no tables outside. We were looking to eat a bandeja paisa, and I did not want to eat such a heavy dish inside a little hot room. Perhaps I should have accepted, as our final choice was comfortable but I did not like the food. We ended in a corner, a store that had both foods and souvenirs, and tables outside in the side walk. The bandeja paisa was $24.9K (U$S 6.6): I did not like the morcilla (I am peaky with meat), and the chicharron was so hard to chew that I was afraid of breaking my denture. I did enjoyed the rest of the ingredients and I will hold my judgement on this traditional dish. I will try it again some other time, probably in other trip. The best part of having lunch in the sidewalk by a corner was witnessing the soccer fans. They were drunk, excited, happy AND HOT. They were extremely affectionate to each other, what made me think that perhaps I mistook some of the Montañero affectionate physical expressions. So many years in the States have made me forget how Latino men’s friendships can be easily misunderstood by less passionate cultures. We love our friends, and we show our love physically and passionately. We walked a little bit more around the area until finally got in the metro station. The Costeño was about to give me the first lesson on Medellin public transportation 101. The whole Metro system seems modern beautiful, and functional, at the same or even higher level than most big cities. We were in our way to visit Parque Arvi and therefore, to take the Metro Cable. IMG_0058.MOV I made here another of my mistakes. I do not remember whether I shared that I suffer from vertigo. Traveling inside this boxes seemed safe to me from the outside, but in one of the sections (you have to switch to a different cart to get to Parque Arvi), in the last one to be precise, I sat looking in the wrong direction (down), and had to use all my tricks to avoid a panic attack. It was long and painful while it lasted. Later on we laugh with the Costeño. He noticed that I was tense and sweating (I did tell him about my vertigo issues), and was very scared I was going to faint inside of the cart, and that he would need to call for help and an ambulance. He was even looking for and reading all the emergency directions printed in the walls. Fortunately, I survived. Once we passed the first half of the trajectory, the view was not triggering my vertigo anymore. The view, once I calmed down, was amazing. You are traveling a few meters above rain forest, the vegetation is exuberant and I wonder about the fauna. All I could see was gigantic colorful butterflies, and hear many different birds. Once you get closer to the Parque, the view turns to beautifully landscaped gardens. I have nothing to report about the Parque itself, we walked around and it is worth another longer visit, perhaps paying the 40K fee foreigners must pay to participate in all guided experiences. We just walked around for free. Taking the Metro Cable back was a more enjoyable experience, as I already knew where to sit to avoid my vertigo. When we were almost arriving to the end, the carts stopped. As you can imagine, inercia made the vehicle swing a few times. A lady in front of me started to share that she was very scared. I was afraid she was going to start moving and make the vehicle lose balance, so I held her hands and asked her to look at my eyes. She did, and when I felt she was calming down asked her to look down and focus on her knees. She was traveling with a male companion, who said: “yeah, focus on your trembling knees.” We all laughed and the cable started moving again. The soccer game was about to start, and the Metro stations were packed. Every time we had to make a combination, flocks of fans would ran to be the first in line to take the next train. The lines were long, so in San Agustin we walked out of the Metro System and called for an Uber. Back at my quarters, we took a shower, smoke one of my “apanados”, and started to make up. We ended having a four hours sex session. I skip the details because this is not paid sex and remain private. The only thing I am going to share is … I FORGOT AGAIN TO BUY LUBE!!!!! Damn The Costeño left about 9pm. I was of course drained, hungry, and did not make it to the bars or to Fercho. I did not even step out for diner. Instead, I call Rappi and order another popular paisa dish: salchipapas: The meats were better than in my early Bandeja Paisa, and I was stoned and hungry, so I enjoyed this monumental piece of trash food, a lot. However, it is not something to eat very often, as it is very greasy and unhealthy. Before going to sleep, I confirmed my appointments with Randy (he is coming over in a few hours) and Max (tomorrow), and for the first time since I arrived I was snoring at 10:30. When I got up today at 7, I found a message from the Venezuelan baker. We did not coincide last night. On day 3 of my trip, I still have nothing to report on escorts (only plans). I had sex with a Venezuelan and with a Costeño, I made up with a Montañero, I am still waiting for the first Paisa who will jump to my bed. I think Randy Junior is a Paisa, so the first one will not be for free. I am loving Medellin. Thank you so much to the friends giving me tips and recommendations through PM. There are too many things to do, and I do not want to be stressed about doing things. I will take as much advantage as possible from your advise, but right now it looks like I will be back, definitively. On Wednesday I may have another guy I met in Grindr taking me around. We have been talking about walking Centro Prado, and also going to the montes to enjoy the city view. Let’s see. On Thursday, Semana Santa starts and the city may be left deserted, I am told, as a lot of people go out to suburban and exurban fincas. See you tomorrow.

Oh my gosh. I just realized I posted in Spanish. My brain does that with frequency when I am switching languages. You should witness my attempts to interpret conversations, I always end speaking in the wrong language to the wrong person.

Mientras espero a mi amiguito, sigo trabajando. Acabo de confirmar que el martes Max Avila viene a mi airbnb para una interview. No hemos hablado de coger, tengo entendido que no es un escort.

Spanish is my native tongue. That is of course making a huge difference in the way I am connecting, compared to my Brazil experience. Additionally, I am told, I look like a local and it is easy for me to mingle and not be targeted by bad guys chasing tourists. Everything I have shared so far does not include any paid sex. My first escort may be tonight (If the bisexual guy leaves me with stamina, I may call Fercho to see what they have) or tomorrow when I meet with Randy Junior. The baker gave me many signs that made me feel safe, the two main ones were that he was not annoyingly insistent and that he gave me the location of the bakery where he works. I could have chosen to go and check him there if I weren’t so lazy. Of course I am not talking about 100% certainty.

After my nap, I finally met the Montañero. We had been chatting and videoconferencing frequently since we first connected through Grindr about a month ago. He is physically perfect for me, the kind of mix that in Brazil would make an Indio. Somehow he always managed to avoid direct talk about having sex. Normally that would have killed my interest, however this time is different. Remember, my mindset towards Medellin is not just sex adventures but long term planning. I need local friends if I am going to live here part of the year. The guy is smoking hot and I wanted to fuck, but he kept the interaction as a boyfriendhip, we just made up a little after going to the groceries store. Not passionate kissing leading to sex, but just mild, sweet and not kink at all. Soon we were out for an excursion. After my misguided morning in gentrified Laureles, I wanted a more authentic local experience. Spoiler alert, the Montañero delivered. We started going to Parque del Bicentenario. We asked the Uber driver to drop us a block away, and my guide took me in the direction opposed to the Parque. We walked into a very popular barrio, all very humble buildings, stores, and people. The Montañero was going to buy cannabis for me. I gave him 60K pesos, and he left me waiting alone in a corner in front of this beautiful corner: I waited for about 5 minutes. When he returned, he brought six “apanados”: These are joints spread with honey and then cannabis polen. I had never seen this level of sophistication on bluntology (I know it is a made up word) nor even in the fanciest dispensaries I visited in California. I paid 10K for each, 60K total. I am not sure whether the photo shows the impressive size of these blunts. And the weed is strong, smoking one of those will take me several days. Like in my last trip to Argentina, I over bought. I learned they also sell thicker ones called “dedos de gorila”. With the candy in our pockets, we went back to Parque del Bicentenario. There, we went to an area where a creek runs. Apparently it is city waste, but the water looks clean, it does not smell, and the place is beautiful and peaceful. I do not know you, but I love water in stream format rather than oceans. This is a flas of the creek: 7C4C1FD3-B52C-44F0-8B40-35F8C4C1AE03.MOV The place was filled with young people doing all kind of drugs. It made me sad to see two very young girls, two children, sniffing poxi. We looked for a lonely corner to smoke our new weed. We sat in two rocks and smoked. The joints were delicious. The honey made them sweet, and the effect was strong and uplifting. Strangely, the smell was totally different to any weed I had smelled before. We only took a couple of puffs each and we were thoroughly stoned. Then we walked into the Museum. It is called Museo del Bicentenario but there is no actual museum but rather a cultural community center. We walked into a gathering to celebrate the survivors and honor the victims of the recent Colombia civil war. A series of speakers would share very moving testimonies. We did not stay longer. From there we walked to the closest street car station. They have a very modern street car, it remind me of the ones I saw in Amsterdam back in the 90s, going up and down a hill for several blocks. We walked up and I ended exhausted, so we sat in a small coffee shop. We ordered a cold latte for me, a cold tea for him, and a slice of cake to share. U$S 4.5 I loved all the people sitting there, super friendly and sociable. By the way, I am sure there were foreigners around, but I had not noticed anyone, and I would finished the day without seeing anyone. Then we walked our way down. It was already night, the streets in Centro look much more attractive with their lights at night. We saw fireworks and it was beautiful the way in which, under the night, the shining lights of the burning powder would mingle with the lights of the city on the mountain sides. When we walked through Buenos Aires (a Centro area and street car station), we witness a sample of the locals love for tango. A0A17A78-DA33-41D9-BBC0-5F44F0820205.MOV We kept walking down until the last station, our intention was walking until Plaza Botero and the Catedral, but it got too late. Instead, we picked a street food stand to eat. The food was delicious, although the carne asada was not good quality. Diner for two (a plate with a full portion of meat, fries, and arepa, and onions) was about U$S 7. Then we went to a trattoria in a corner to drink coffee. This was the view of Centro close to 8:30 pm: The montañero’s bus to return to his town was leaving at 9, so we parted ways after our coffee together. Yes, you read well, we did not fuck. We will meet again on Friday to go together to Comuna 13. My hope is that we may fuck then, but I am not sure whether he is not interested in sex or is a slow going guy. I called an Uber and went back to my base in Laureles. It was Saturday night and I wanted to check the famous bars at poblado, but I was just too tired. Instead, I got in a 90’ videoconference with another local friend I made a month ago, this one from Scruff. A light skin Black paisa, bisexual, 19 years old. Not as hot as the montañero, this boy is very thin, but his face is beautiful and he is smart and fun. We talked a lot and arranged an excursion for today. He will pick me up at noon, we will go to have a bandeja paisa for lunch, and then go to check the city using the Metro net and the telesférico. That would be the adventure I will be reporting tomorrow, I think. When we stopped chatting it was almost midnight and I was too tired and sleepy to go to the bars. At the same time I was too horny after spending the afternoon and evening with the Montañero and playing on the screen with the bisexual boy. I got into Grindr and Scruff. However, I was very cautious and could not find a match that would make me feel safe. There has been a series of 5 homicides targeting gay men, the last one a couple of weeks ago, and everyone is very concerned about it, of course. When it was almost 1 and I was ready to go to sleep, horny and frustrated, poom I got a match. I cannot share his pictures. A venezuelan 24 years old mulato working at a bakery 50 meters from my place. Some of the pictures he shared showed him with the anal plug they use in chaturbate, so he was a current or former webcam boy. He was able to take a break to have a quick fuck, and so we did. It was not a great fuck, as I realized I forgot to buy lube. He did his best, but my dick was too thick for his sexy ass. He got to ride it only for 30 seconds. He cummed kissing me and jerking both of our dicks, and ran back to work. Of course, we exchanged numbers and we will probably do it again and again and again. I have to buy lube. I did not cum with him. Instead, after escorting him out, I went to bed and jerked off. I ended my night with an explosive orgasm, laughing loud alone at realizing that just one hour earlier I was frustrated, and everything I had experienced was just my first 24 hours in Medellin.

LOL. I like the chivas to have my own imaginary party!

I arrived last night after one of the worst flying experiences I ever had. In order to save a few bucks (I will never do this again), I booked a flight to Medellin with two stops, La Guardia and Miami. DCA flight to NY was perfect, packed but perfect. The airport is still under construction but the security check experience is greatly improved. La Guardia was a nice surprised. I think my last time in that airport was about 20 years ago, or even more. It is fully renovated, functional and beautiful. Unfortunately, the flight to Miami was delayed in the last minute, they would keep announcing that it was on time, and adding a few minutes to boarding (originally it was at 1), until finally announcing it was delayed to 4pm. Therefore, I was missing my combination from Miami to MDE, at 5. After 90´on a line with angry passengers, they gave me a seat to leave Miami at 9 and arrive to Colombia at midnight. Amongst the passengers there were two very uneducated and lacking of basic social skills (I mean middle class social skills, they were very representative of poverty culture) parents, traveling with an autistic 5 years boy. This boy sat in the seat in front of me and kick it all flight long, yelling and having rage bursts. I was moved to see these two loving parents, but I think most people hated them. I was annoyed by the boy ruining my movie watching experience during the flight, I must confess. Additionally, La Guardia looks clean and new, but some bug biten me and I have three huge red marks in my milky skin. Damn it. We made it on time to catch my flight from Miami to MDE, specially because we had another 20 minutes delay. Despite the delay, this plain was not packed like the other two, and the travel was comfortable, I was even able to take a nap. We were not the only flight arriving after midnight. The line for Migrations was very long. I noticed that overwhelmingly the travelers were not Colombian, as 80% of us lined up in the section for foreigners. Even some very hot young guys who were inspiring my fantasies during the flight, were not Colombian. Once in front of the Colombian immigrations official, it was easy and quick. There were no yellow cabs available (it was about 1 and I was one of the last visitors in the line), I tried Uber but no drivers were available, so I went with a guy who offered me a ride. He was obviously known by the workers in the airport, and quote me very close to what Uber would charge me (he asked me for 90K, Uber was in the mid 80s), so I felt safe. I wish I would have arrived with daylight. Once we drove out of the never ending tunnel referred before by @macdaddi, the landscapes insinuated through the darkness were obviously beautiful. The driver was adorable, and drove as fast as the crazy taxi cab drivers in Buenos Aires. During the ride, he gave me my first two lessons in local urban culture. Lesson 1, after midnight you can ignore red traffic lights. Lesson 2, Colombians in general but Antioquia and Medellin in particular have a very fun tradition: the “chivas”. These are very basic buses, the one we saw was probably the size of a USA conventional school bus. During the day, these buses are used to transport supplies and produce. During the night, they turn into rolling parties. The one we saw was busting music and was totally dark but full of people. Anything can happen there. My airbnb host was incredible friendly and cool. I was supposed to arrived at 8. He waited for me until almost 2 am, when I walked into his building (by the way, the driver was adorable and I gave him 100K) he was waiting for me with the keys and escorted me to the unit. He lives in the same building. This morning I got up very early. The unit has its own water heater, so I did not suffer the issue many complain about in Medellin. After taking a shower and finishing setting down, I went out for a walk in the neighborhood. I went to a well reviewed café (Café Revolución). That was a kind of mistake. It was well reviewed in Google, but of course all those reviews were in English. The owner is an American and the menu was not very traditional. The food was fine, but this is not the experience I am looking for. Every single customer was speaking in English. The general impression I have from the walk around Laureles is that the foreigner community living here is mostly millennials teleworking or starting their own business, like the café. In my first walk I only saw one woman older than 35, everyone else seem to be ion their 20s and early 30s. Of course, this is just a first impression after a 2 hours walk in one neighborhood. I found a nice little park a few blocks away from my nest, Parque Laureles, with a lot of trees to shelter from the sun. That is the one thing that I am not enjoying so far: it feels hotter than it actually is because of humidity. It is very humid. I am out of shape (I have not gone back to exercising after the lock downs), the walk and the humidity triggered my pig sweat. In many ways the neighborhood reminds me of Palermo in Buenos Aires. Many traditional single houses, a few ones even from Colonial times, being slowly replaced by towers and apartment buildings, with a thriving and diverse bars, cafés, and restaurants scene. I was even cruised in the path around the Stadium at Universidad Bolivariana. I got to the boundries of Laureles, an area I was advised not to explore. It was fine, I did not feel unsafe. It is just some blocks full of street vendors and very humble hard working people. Grindr and Scruff are driving me crazy. I am about to take a shower and a nap before meeting with a 30 years old “montañero” (he does not live in MDE but in a little town in the mountains) I have been chatting with for a few weeks through videoconference. He is 30 but looks 20. This is a for free hook up, but he is porn star looks quality. I have not yet made any arrangements with any professionals. If the montañero does not stay tonight (the last bus to his town leaves at 9), and leaves me with stamina, I may call Fercho. I do want to try the bars scene in El Poblado, I would love to check the local drag queens. I also have Max Avila and Randy Junior in my wish list. Too much (and too many) to do in just one week. And now I am going to take a nap. Ciao!

I am waiting for the friend who is going to take care of my place and my kitty. After checking last details with him, I will pack and leave everything ready to leave tomorrow morning after getting up and showering. It is going to be a long trip, with two stops. First La Guardia and then Miami International before landing in Medellin. I just texted Fercho and they sent me a bunch of pics and clips from about 15 guys. Some of them have 10 pictures, some have only one. I am glad because I found several boys I saw fucking in Bilatinmen. I chose about 6 guys I liked, sent those pictures back, and asked for the logistics. I received a voice message with the following information. They always work with catalogue. You ask them for it, they send it and you pick. You cannot just show up, they work with appointments. If you go to them, it is 150K for one hour full service, room included. If they send the boy to you, it is 180K plus the transportation. I will probably go over there to try the place at least once. I have been exploring local cruising through Chaturbate, grindr and scruff. "Paisas", as the locals are called, seem to be extremely friendly, as well as the many Venezuelans also available in the city. I have several whatsapps and offers for both, paid and unpaid sex. However, believe it or not, sex is not my main interest in this visit. This year I am turning 60, and I am starting to take more seriously my after retirement plans. My original plan was walking Medellin, exploring not only touristic attractions but mainly everyday places and routines. Unfortunately, it looks like it is going to be raining during my whole visit. My plans will be seriously restricted. Our friend @macdaddi has been educating me in the local secrets. Hopefully, there are other fiends right now in the city. Do no hesitate to reach out. I would love to establish a local network/social circle as I am planning to travel periodically, if everything goes as it seems it will go. The city looks really, really promising.

I would have updated it if I had the info, I do not.

I just learned about his sitcom. Added to my To Watch List!

And you forgot, he is SMART. Check his older specials, when he used to talk about dating girls. You will also love them.

Are you going to be in Medellin next week?

Me encanta ese!

As I am redirecting my life towards retirement, I am slowly disengaging from American culture and discovering/rediscovering my roots. One of the territories I am exploring and enjoying the most is music. This is my last finding. YSY is one of my least favorite local trappers, but this song is a pearl. It is a perfect fusion of local old and new trends, and additionally the lyrics allude to the river instead of to Buenos Aires. Such a recognition of the Rio de la Plata as a geographic reference is not new, but it is unusual. Most times, Buenos Aires weight obscures the reality of a particular cultural region with strong identity in all the area around the big river. Excellent.

Which one is Andrés?

Getting closer to the date! @macdaddi , @Novarunner, @numazu, any other Medellin experts, please share any last tips to navigate the local fun. I already have a few dates (for free) and a long shopping list.

Two messages in a raw reporting that the list is outdated. Thank you. What about somebody updating the full list.

I share your disgust for Biden and USA foreign policy, but you definitely are Putin's bitch.

Well, Putin IS a war criminal. I understand abuses by soldiers on both sides, but policy is what makes a war criminal. You cannot defend Putin's systematic bombardment of civilian targets. You are right on pointing out to USA hypocrisy and double standards, but Putting is indefensible.

Cuidado. No Colombia. Colonia del Sacramento. Wrong spelling can take you to the wrong place.

I do not know the hook up and escorts market in Uruguay and Chile. In Argentina, Grindr works quite good for hook ups. For escorts, use soytuto.com, Onyce.com, and Skokka.com. You will find a lot of big dicks, but in Buenos Aires darker guys are less abundant. Check my reports, I already shared everything I know about the guys I have met.

Uruguay has no secondary city in July. If you were in summer, you would go to Punta del Este, a beach city. But in July, stay in Montevideo. I love the city, but it bores me quickly, it is not the endless all day long of fun of Buenos Aires. I insist on visiting Colonia del Sacramento, you can set it as a stop in your transit between the two capitals. It is an urban excursion, nothing to do with nature. Colonia is a city that changed flags several times during our many local wars, and a historical preserved town. The colonial fort is beautiful, the Spanish colonial architecture around is usually seen as exotic by Anglo-Saxon visitors, and you can have a very good parrillada in the many traditional restaurants. I would usually take a ship between Buenos Aires and Colonia, and a bus between Colonia and Montevideo. Argentina has two all year long secondary cities: Rosario and Córdoba. I would probably recommend you Córdoba, as it is the most contrasting difference with Buenos Aires, in landscapes as well as in culture. Even the Spanish accent is unique there, and it is a Mediterranean city. Rosario is just another Buenos Aires in a smaller version. If you were visiting in summer, you should go to Mar del Plata, the most popular Argentine beach city. In July, definitively go to Bariloche if you want the experience of a nordic European winter in South America. Even artisanal chocolate is delicious. There are several cities that may be interesting to visit: Mendoza (by the Andes and at the heart of Argentina wine country), Salta, Tucumán (the Argentina more similar to other Andean countries like Bolivia and Perú) in the Northwest, all cities with night life which seems to be what you are looking for. I do not know much about Chile. I understand their second city is Valparaíso but I have never been on the other side of the Andes.

In Buenos Aires and Montevideo winter is mild. When in the Rio de la Plata, I recommend a full day excursion to Colonia del Sacramento, in Uruguay. July is perfect to visit ski resorts, In Mendoza there are internationally famous locations, like Los Penitentes. If you want to experience the Argentina that looks like Switzerland, visit San Carlos de Bariloche. The city worths at least a whole weekend. It is built by a beautiful mountain lake, the Lago Nahuel Huapi. It is a protected natural area. You can sail to Isla Victoria, where the legend says What Disney was inspired to create Bambi. If you want to run away from the cold, Argentine North is subtropical trending tropical. Although the rivers in the Mesopotamia are experiencing record lows, Parque Nacional Iguazú it is always beautiful. Do you like desert landscapes? Visit The Northwest, near Bolivia. Salta and Jujuy have amazing natural environments.