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I apologize @Riobard for not taking advantage of your previous advise. I should go back and reread the whole thread. Many of you have been great friends providing tons of information and I am not taking advantage of it. I am a mess, sorry! But please do know I deeply appreciate the good vibes and all the support. Today was the first day that I feel fully recovered. The medication I bought for my back is working great, just returned from a full day in the beach and will post a report tomorrow. I am resting in the hotel getting ready for late partying. No sauna today.

I am naive indeed. I thought it was possible to pose a moral dilemma. I thought I was clearly expressing my lack of certainty when discussing the boundaries and intersections between respect for privacy, sexual exploitation, power, social class, etc., etc. etc. . I thought this place was a place where we can discuss whether something is right or wrong, beyond legality or illegality. However, I see the point I was trying to make was totally missed.

Yes, you did, but I did not want to continue this in a thread about something else. My problem with your last response is that it seems you are assuming too much on the asking for verbal consent situation. When I do it, I make sure they understand what I am asking for. I show them in my phone my website and these forums, and I offer them extra money for allowing me to do it. I mean, that used to be my practice. Now I am moving away from verbal consent. For instance, I have not taken any pictures of the GPs I have been with in Salvador. I did offer them a session of pictures for money, and explain to them that they will have to sign a written agreement and allow me to take a picture of their IDs as prove of their legal age. I think you may also being assuming too much about the ability of Cuban boys to understand or not the situation.

I am opening this thread because I think we are kidnapping @BiLatin's with the controversy around posting pictures. I have been trying to quote some relevant posts in here but realized I do not know how to do it, and I have no time to be finding out. My apologies. I wanted to reboot the topic. My stand on the issue is evolving and being myself a frequent poster, I find it very relevant. Please, let's try to keep name calling out. I myself did not do a good job in the thread I am referencing, and am trying to restart and do better here. In few words, I left that thread when some friends were highlighting that posting pictures of boys, with or without consent was exploitative, considering the socio-cultural-economic power gap between the hirer and the hired one. One friend pointed out, in my opinion correctly, that it could be hypocrite to condemn as unethical the posting pictures practice considering it is exploitative, when the very act of hiring in that context shares that nature. It looks like we are facing here an ethical dilemma. I am specially interested on what @SolaceSoul has to say about this.

I stand corrected.

Thermas Club 13 I was feeling much better this afternoon. I went to a farmacia and got something for my back pain that worked. I did reschedule my meeting with Italo, but was ready for some action. So I went to Thermas. I am afraid I am not going to return, it is too far away from my location. To give you an idea, going to P11 takes Uber less than 15' and never more than 20R. Going to Thermas took 50', 70R to go and 50 to return. The place is fine, but not better than P11 or Fox. Something is really fucked up with the addresses in this city (country?). My Uber dropped me and then I have to walk for 5 minutes to find the place. I used Google Maps to guide my walking and almost ended in a Favela like section (it was almost 8 and dark), but I managed to avoid the not so nice area and find another way. You buzz the door and walk into an empty and deserted front yard. Another entrance is to the left. You have a big patio cover by a tent, pretty much similar to Fox but slightly bigger. Plenty of tables and chairs. There is a bar counter where you get your key and towel, besides drink and food. The same drag queen who was performing in the Bingo last night at Planetario, was running the bingo here. I liked her much more. However, they picked on me because I was the only foreigner and, although everything was fun and friendly, that kind of ruined my experience. When someone made bingo, he had to choose a GP to give him a prize and a kiss. To the right of the patio you have the house. A very tiny small locker room, a lobby with a big coach, rooms of three different categories, communal shoes, a stair that takes you to the second floor, where you have a video room. They are strict on not allowing the use of cellphones, which sucks, as I was not able to use Google Translator. There were about 15 boys and 10 clients. Compared to C11 and Fox, these GPs were mostly in the twinkish side. I did recognize at least two I have seen the previous night at C11, one of them Pedro, my programa. About 4 boys come to try to get my business, but I was not interested in any if them. At about 9, I decided to go without a programa. When I was going to pay my bill, poom, I see a boy that was exactly what I like. He smile as soon as I locked my eyes on him. Marcelo, 23 años, soteropolitano. He was the first GP I met who is clearly Black for my standard. I wanted to take him to the suite, the most expensive and comfortable option (35R), and we had to wait because it was occupied. Meanwhile, we enjoyed the bingo and ate each other faces. Of course, a talented kisser. He is a certified masseur besides a GP. He quoted me 100R for anything I wanted, so I did to have to bargain, I ended paying 120. I will probably see him again in my hotel, we will coordinate tomorrow. We had a great time together, besides astonishingly beautiful he is sweet, attentive, and with a great sense of humor. The suite was very roomy, with A/C, a round bed, and a generous shower. When leaving, I felt harassed by a couple of boys, but it was not a big deal.

I am glad you can live in such a simple reality. Good for you!

I am not defending his behavior, that would be doing the same you are doing, judging without knowing.

So your critics should shut up and move on to pictures they do like.

Wow! What a deep knowledge of all the circumstances and of Spacey's character. You sound like experts... ...on blaming others, specially if they are more talented and successful than you are. I am sure it feels good.

I am not American. Hopefully you are educated enough to be aware that racism has particular manifestations in each culture. In the one I grew up, Blacks were absent.

I was waiting for Magno's OK to share his information. He is the guy who drove us all over the city during my first days in Salvador. Sweet, honest, 100% reliable, but he only speaks Portuguese. lucimagno@hotmail.com 8885-8641/9931-1855

Wednesday Despite all my precautions, I think the tropical sun has taken a toll out of me. I have been feeling exhausted and drained, and yesterday (Wed) did not go to the beach in the morning as planned. I was also concerned because my back was bothering me. I have a chronic low back pain issue, and I am afraid is getting bad right now. Last night in the sauna (more on this below) I tried to hide it when I was with Numazu1, and he probably did not notice as he cannot compare how I normally walk and how I was walking right then. A poor old man giving very short steps. So I stayed in the hotel most of the day, avoiding the bed, which could be the cause for my back pain. I was blaming the weakness feeling on the caipiroskas hang over, but I think now it was actually the sun. By the early afternoon I was feeling better and decided to plan for sex. I do not remember whether or not I mentioned this boy here, but I did share about him in my to do lists for Brazil in my blog. I was planning to go to Planetario, so I contacted Gabriel to meet with him today Thursday. The communication was quick and friendly, but he was leaving Salvador today in the morning. He insisted on meeting yesterday night, but I was confident my reduced energies where going to be fully drained after the sauna visit. So I missed this boy. If you happen to be visiting Salvador when he is here, you should try him. He seems to be very nice and educated, and in my opinion is the hottest boy publishing as a GP in internet. @numazu1 had arrived to the city, and I was excited I was going to meet our local story teller hero. Of course, he was with one of his many Brazilian boyfriends, I was also curious to meet one of the characters of the stories we all enjoy reading so much. Fernando (the guide I hired for my first 2 days here) was recommending me Wednesday Bingo to go to Planetario. Someone here in the forums advised to go early, about 4. I was still feeling tired and not in the mood for hiring, but I was there at about 4:30. It was damn too early. Perhaps 5 clients and 10 boys, and a general feeling of nothing is going on. I do have a funny anecdote while I was there seating and being head for all the desperate boys looking for a programa. I noticed that the guy servicing the bar counter (later I would learn his name was Carlos) was looking at me in a weird way. He would walk by me (I was seating alone between trying boys, mostly in my phone, bitching at Numazu1 about how dead this was and advising him to wait until later to come) and make strange noises moving chairs and tables and shutting doors, as he was trying to get my attention. He would not say a word and look at me with a not very friendly expression in his face, like waiting for me to say something about his actions, but I decided to ignore him. He finally vanished. After about 10 minutes he came back, this time walking straight to me with a big smile in his face and his phone in his hand. He showed me in his phone a picture of a guy that was kind of my twin bother, and told me he was very upset thinking I was that guy and was ignoring him. The guy is an Italian he used to fuck with. After we cleared the incident, we laughed together and since that moment he gave me VIP treatment and spoiled me. He recommended me to move to a different table and that move made a significant difference in my ability to enjoy the place. A detailed report on my experience on the Sauna is coming soon. With this back pain I am afraid I will do nothing today other than be seated. We were going to spend a day in the beach with the boy I met at Planetario last Monday, but I will call him to cancel if I do not feel better by noon. I am writing this at 10 AM. In few words, several boys paraded seating with me, Brazilian kissing me (I think I will stop talking about French kissing), showing me their hard ons and striking my dick. This time I had decided to step out of my comfort zone and have the full sauna experience, I was naked wearing a towel that was badly long enough to cover my generous shape. This time I did not go with the first boy that overcame my shyness with his charm. I tried several, and it was not until after 8 (remember, I was there at 4:30) that I decided for a programa. He was extremely hot to me, and the service was OK, but no comparable to my first days in this and the other sauna, Fox. I cannot blame the boy, of course. I was feeling week and sick, after all. When I was walking to get a suite to play with him, a big muscles go go boy was starting a performance. We hang out in a table with Numazu1, his boy, and my favorite garoto (the one I am supposed to meet today for a beach day) and enjoyed a not very good Bingo followed by one of the most decadent and poorly performed drag shows of my whole life. I will let Numazu share his own experience whenever he wants to, if he wants to. It was a mistake getting to the place so early. 6PM would have been a much better time. Perhaps the best times may vary with the season. The boys were telling us that the holidays season is not strong in Salvador, and that the rest of the year, specially carnaval, is much better. Overall, after 6PM I did have a fun experience, with friendly clients and many boys of a quite diverse array of looks, at least 5 of them hirable material for me. Fernando had told me that the boys in Planetario were mostly Black, while the boys in Fox were mostly Latin. So far I do not share such an assessment, but I do need at least one more visit to Fox to be sure. I did notice that the boys in Fox the one day I was there were less aggressive and better looking in average, also they’re fewer. Also, I am quite confident racial boundaries are radically different in Brazil, what they define as Black or Latin may not be so in another culture. Numazu1’s provisory husband wanted to eat sushi. I guess you cannot expect to eat traditional local food when you are with a local. A local dating an American is probably after an exotic (for him) experience, not into dinning feijoada. My boy (he was not joining us) recommended a sushi restaurant and we called an Uber. When we arrived to the place, we were surprised. It was not a regular popular eatery but a very classy and sophisticated looking establishment. I guess my boy was there with a wealthy client. We felt slightly out of place in our casual-going-to-the-sauna outfit, but nobody paid attention to us. The couple ate sushi, I order Tempura. It was delicious and we were heading to our nests by midnight. I am feeling definitely better regarding my energy, I am quite confident I was suffering the effects of too much tropical sun. But my back still is killing me. I am not sure about my next steps. My plan was hanging out a few hours this afternoon in the beach and in my room with Italo. Perhaps convincing him to take some pictures if he is willing to sign a written consent and provide me with prove of his age (23). I am not interested in overnights, unlike most of you I do not find any appealing in sleeping next to someone and waking up not alone. After saying goodbye to him in the afternoon, I was planning a field trip to Club13. Tonight is the Bingo night over there. Right now there is a good chance I am canceling my beach day with Italo. I may consider inviting him anyway for the pictures. His dick is very photogenic. If my back is better, I am going to the mysterious third sauna in Salvador. It is the one located the furthest. P.S.. While I am posting and uploading the pictures, at almost 11AM, Italo sent me a message. I am trying to reschedule our meeting for tomorrow.

Is the accusation of racism necessary? It is an honest question. Perhaps there are clues in @BiLatin's posts that justify such a remark, but I have missed them. Of course, I am not Black and my relationship with racism is radically different to most Americans, whatever color they are. That means that I may be less sensitive and do not notice clues that may be obvious to you, @SolaceSoul. I am all for the controversy around posting pictures. I have often published pictures, I have encouraged others to doing it, I have enjoyed the published pictures in many places, Like @Tomcal's extinct club. I recently mentioned this somewhere else, so I apologize if I am repeating myself, but I think it is relevant here. After my unintentional indiscretion in the pool party in Palm Springs last year, and after the last problem in the Brazil club, I decided not to publish any pictures of anyone that I have taken, without explicit verbal or written consent. In this case, we do not even know whether or not @Bilatin got consent from the boys to publish the pictures. Whatever the truth is, this is a practice most of us have been involved in. If we have learned from our mistakes and grow to be more respectful of others' privacy, I think we should be more empathetic when we confront those who do not agree with us.

I hope you are not serious. Contributing to discussion forums involves having a thick skin and not being hypersensitive to other posters comments. Please, do not leave. It is easy to ignore negative comments when it is just a few isolated individuals. After all, they are entitled to think whatever they want to, whether they are right or wrong. Just keep doing your thing and, instead of empowering two contributors whose comments you do not like, focus on the many friends here that are thanking you and appreciating the information you are sharing. Count me amongst them.

@Tomcal, I think I just had a programa @ planetario with a 21y.o. boy who could be this guy little brother. Gostoso.

I LIKE PINGA is my blog, you ignorant man. By the way, here is the first post, just a warming up for what is coming. https://ilikepinga.com/2018/12/26/best-kissers-mundo/

You are right. After being hit by three hot ladies (they were really sexy and nice) I am back to my room, drunk and defeated.

Thanks, I am not hosting. Do not worry, I would not have my laptop out if I were not sure it was safe. That is a picture from this morning. I do not have my laptop out now.

I just had my first sample if famous Brazilian insecurity. While I was trying to pose faggier to encorage boys to head on me, it sounded like three shots and everyone ran away and hide. However, it was just fireworks. I stayed seating and did not hide, so I do not lnlw wheter I shpuñd feel brave or irresponsible. We all are back to normal 2 minutes after the aledged shots.

I am sitting in my hotel restaurant right in the rambla at praia da barra, waiting for the famous boys that will try to hook up. So far, I only got a beautiful lady, Sarah, a street vendor who forced me to buy her peanuts and wanted me to take her to my hotel room. What a failure. I am trying to look gayer, crossing my legs and posing in a more faggy way, but so far I have not luck. This is LIFE report, happening right now. Wish me luck, the caipiroskas are about to knock me out.

I stand corrected. I should pass this info to Fernando.

Second day (Monday) I am writing the reports on my first and second days here on Tuesday, my third day. I was planning to go to the saunas, or explore the difference between sauna GPs and escorts advertising in the web by hiring one, but I definitely need a day of resting and enjoying myself. This morning I enjoyed the beach and now I am drinking and writing and enjoying the view from the hotel restaurant. I will not have much to report about today, and one of my ways to relax and enjoy myself is writing and catching up with this traveling log. Hopefully, I will also post something in the blog, although I am not confident about the unreliable wifi of the hotel. So let’s get devoted to caipiroska and writing. Yesterday Fernando and Magno picked me up at 8:30 AM. I got up very earlier to enjoy the hotel buffet breakfast (not as good as the description in their website) but good enough. I even had time to do some writing before they picked me up. Our destination was a beach town north of Salvador, called Arembepe, where a famous Hippie Village is located. It was a one hour ride more or less. Arembepe town was very active with visitors doing shopping and walking around, besides coming to and from the beach. We just took a quick look and headed out of the town, to the Aldeia Hippie. We were specially enjoying the place and the nice weather knowing that Salvador was under heavy tropical rain. We did have many clouds, but they helped to protect us from the sun and made the temperature more agreeable to walk in the open. The whole area of Arembepe, including the Aldeia Hippie is under strict environmental protection rules. Most of the beach in Arembepe is out of reach for vehicles, something I highly appreciated. Right by the entrance to the Aldeia, there is a station of a Project to protect turtles, I immediately remembered @TotallyOz and his love for a similar place on the other side of the peninsula. Unfortunately the station was closed. I loved our walk through the Aldeia, although we all were surprised when we found out that apparently Christian Evangelics (you know, those loving Christians who support Trump and Bolsonaro) have settle in there with very visible signs and murals speaking of their love for Jesus. Fernando had no idea about it, they were not there the last time he visited. We were not the first celebrities visiting the Aldeia hippie. Hakuma Matata, Fernando told me, is a Polynesian expression related to relaxing and enjoying life. Very Polynesian and Brazilian. The guy in the left is Fernando, the fat guy in the right is some stupid tourist getting in our pictures. There you have Magno. He is not a dwarf. We just wanted to take a picture of that giant hamac, so big that makes him look tiny. One of my favorite moments was when we chilled in a little river inside the Aldeia. The stream was not strong, no deep, the water was not cold, and we swam and hanged out there for a while. When I say “we”, I mean Fernando and I. Magno was always in his phone, he never joined us in the water. I loved that the bottom was clean sand, as I am used to dirtier materials when you step in a river. I grew up by a wonderful river, the Parana. I have always felt more comfortable around fresh than around sea water. There is something on the power of the ocean that scares me. When I am in a river I feel more in control, I can even drink the water and swim like a whale (considering my size), specially in a small stream like that one. I do like the ocean, but its power is beyond any fantasy of control. You just have to be continuously struggling with the water trying to take you away. We arrived to the little river relatively early and the only ones close to us were the members of one of the families inhabiting the Aldeia. Peace would not last. Slowly more people started to arrive. Some of them with their boom boxes contaminating the place. We decided to leave. After enjoying the fresh water tiny beach, we returned to Arembepe town, this time to the huge ocean beach. This one was the thicker out of all the beaches I have seen so far. Salvador has very thin beaches, but they are never ending. Arembepe beach is massive. After walking through the area full of chairs and food and drinks kiosks, Fernando and I got in the water while Magno stayed behind watching out our stuff and diving in is phone. This was my first experience in a tropical beach. I expected the water to be warmer, but it was indeed the warmest sea I have never swam in. We did not stayed long, as I was afraid of the sun. My very white skin is extremely sensitive and I did mot want to spend not even a minute feeling sick because of too much sun. IMG_1645.MOV In our way to the beach and back to the town, we enjoyed the effects of environmental protection. The whole area is full of wild fauna, and we were specially charmed by super tiny toads and crabs. I hope you can see the mini crabs moving in the clip. Adorable. IMG_1643.MOV Fernando recommended a home made food restaurant and we sat to have lunch. I tried a delicious peixe frito (fresh fish). I think it was mackerel, bit I am not sure. Fernando, Magno, and the fat bald guy sneaking in our pictures and eating our food. I was back at my hotel at 3PM. I said goodbye to Fernando and Magno, as I was not hiring their services anymore. Fernando told me he wanted to invite me to know their neighborhood, so I may see him again. I will see Magno for sure, because I am calling him to take me to the airport on January 2. I was very tired. Besides all of the exploring and the intense previous day, I think I never recovered from the stress and anxiety before the trip and all the troubles during the flights from DC. Despite feeling no energy, I did not want to let another day without visiting Planetario. Again, expect a full report about saunas in I LIKE PINGA. In few words, I have mixed feelings about the place but will be there again tomorrow. The building is great, I like it better than Fox, but the lack of AC was this time unbearable. It was almost like being in the steam room all the time. There were less than 10 clients and probably 20 boys. My plan was just having a drink and socializing, but a 23 y.o. boy kidnapped me. The suite where we fucked was not as good as the one in Fox. I also noticed the boys were far more aggressive there than in Fox, although that can probably be explained by the lack of clients. After fucking with my boy and dodging all the other ones that were jumping to get me, I took an Uber and returned to the hotel. Again, happy but exhausted. I was sleeping by 10 PM, no Christmas Eve for me. IMG_1646.MOV

That was exactly what confused me. I would walk the street with the numbers going up, so I would walk back before reaching 11. Before dropping me at the hotel yesterday, Magno and Fernando showed me the building, so I was able to go there yesterday night, I am posting the report of yesterday in a second.

First day (Sunday) I was finally in Salvador on scheduled time despite all the previous ordeal, Sunday morning. At the airport, I waited for Fernando, my local guide, for 15 minutes. By the way, I can recommend Fernando’s services with no hesitation. I am very thankful to all the friends here in the forums who directed me to him. Fernando is a sophisticated local guy, able to communicate perfectly in Spanish and English. Besides, being an educated man, his Portuguese is clear and well articulate, and so easier to understand if you are into learning the local language as I am. Fernando allowed me to share his contact information: Fernando Bingre. WhatsApp: +5571-9-9730-8999; Mobile 5571-9-9944-0612; email: fernandobingre@hotmail.com. His blog: www.fernandobingre-salvadortourguide.blogspot.com.br I did not explore the airport at my arrival, but I was struck by the lack of A/C. However, surprisingly considering that the temperature was near 30C, I was not suffering and not sweating. Soon Fernando was introducing me to his driver, Magno. Magno drove us through the beautiful avenue leaving the airport and around during my first two days in the city. He is a Black, very shy and soft speaking (I mean he almost whispers his words) young gay man. It was really hard to understand his Portuguese, my Portuguese is beyond poor, and communicating was a challenge every time we wanted to include him in the conversation. Nevertheless, we overcame the challenge and had fun since the very beginning. That is perhaps what is at the core of Brazilian charm, their natural passion for enjoying life. We laughed a lot since the very beginning making jokes with the double meaning in Argentine slang of the verb “chupar”. In Portuguese, as in English, it means to suck. In Argentina it also means to drink alcoholic beverages, from beer and up. Magno would move away from his whispering way of talking and laugh loudly every time we would play with variations of “vamos a chupar con los amigos”. They drove me first to my hotel, the Village Novo Beach, right at Praia de Barra, considered one of the best beaches in the planet. Check in was not until 2PM (we were at 10AM), so I left my bags at the hotel office and was able to confirm something I was expecting. The room upgrade I requested by phone was not possible because all of the rooms with balcony and a beach view were taken. I would not say it was bad news because I was ready for it. Once again, I was surprised at the lack of A/C in the hotel lobby and dinning room, and at the same time, at my comfort with the hot temperatures. It is good news when you learned that you have not been fully americanized, that you are still able to adapt and embrace the local ways. After dropping my bags and switching to tropical outfit in a bathroom, Fernando and Magno took me to my first field trip. We spent the morning and the first hours of the afternoon exploring the African Market and the famous Pelourinho. Fernando is very knowledgeable and tough me a lot about the local history. I am not going to try to describe the city, as the web is full of pictures and descriptions much better than anything I could attempt here. Perhaps you may be more interested in my personal experience. I suspect my impression may be quite different if we compare it against an American or European’s experience. When I researched Salvador during my prepping, most of the blogs and websites I studied were written by First World travelers, and they all seemed to be struck and fascinated by how exotic for them the culture was. Indeed I am charmed by the differences between my background and the specific religious and cultural syncretism you experience in Bahia, but at the same time I feel warmly welcome and captivated by the countless similarities between life here and my years living in the Argentinean northeast. Do not misunderstand me. Both cultures and geographies are very different and contrasting, but at the same time share core experiences and characteristics that make it easy to us to communicate at a profound level. Perhaps the strongest and deepest commonality is our mindset towards leisure, work, and enjoying life. If you have ever read Max Weber’s “Protestant Ethics and the Spirit of Capitalism”, when you visit Brazil and Hispanic America you may have and insightful experience, gaining self knowledge from the contrast. Besides that core commonality, I was faced repeatedly with situations and sights that reminded me of my childhood and adolescence. The mix of smells in the African Market was different but brought me back to many open markets in Corrientes, with flies and roaches around the fresh food. Te geography of “morros” and ocean was strikingly different, but the architecture full of different colonial styles, barroco, art nouveau, and art deco, mixed with more modern and contemporaneous buildings was relatable. The famous Pelourinho, with its colorful colonial times houses reminded me of many different places in Argentina’s inner country and even of Buenos Aires city, like Caminito. I am having an exotic experience enjoying the particular and unique traits of the local culture, but at the same time part of me is feeling at home. I am realizing that even when I feel fully integrated and well adapted to American culture, I am still a Third World (forgive me for the cold war times nomenclature) citizen. I feel more at home here than in Washington DC or New York, even when my ability to communicate in the local language is extremely limited. I am writing this at the beginning of my third day here, so I may still change my mind. One of the things I was specially concerned about was the insecurity and crime situation. So far, I have not felt threatened or in danger in any moment, even when I have been walking around by myself at the late evening and night (Fernando and Magno escorted me only in the morning and the early afternoon). I have also been observing the interactions in the rambla in Praia da Barra, and all of them seem friendly with not signs of violence altogether. Based in my observations and Fernando and Magno’s advice, the precautions you should take are not different than in any other big city. Avoid dark and low pedestrian traffic areas, do not show off your expensive electronics, do not wear jewelry or expensive watches. All things I never do, not out of fear but because since I exited adolescence, I have found them to be of questionable good taste. After touring the old city, Fernando and Magno dropped me at my hotel, where I finally checked in. If you are the kind of traveler who likes the international hotels fully standardized, the Village Novo may not be a good match for you. It is a small establishment with no central A/C and with many flaws. There is no hot water until about 8 AM and it is over about 6PM. There is no phone in the room and the wifi is not reliable. Some of the lights in the room do not work, and there is no coffee maker. The building is the product of merging two old three stories houses. It looks like it has been recently refurnished, but respecting the local color. Everything looks authentic and old style. The floor tides, the stairs (no elevator of course), the furniture, everything looks old although very well kept and perfectly clean. I got one of the standards rooms, that is actually roomie than many of the rooms I have gotten in 4 stars American hotels. You walk into a small reception with storage shelves, an electronic safe, and a mini fridge. To the left I have a bathroom with a nice shower. To the right the bedroom, with a comfortable king size bed, wooden furniture and a flat screen TV. There is a very small windows with no view. There is an A/C unit in the room, the kind called “split” that I understand is an Israeli technology not very popular in the States but standard in South America. I heard it is superior to American big A/C units regarding energy saving and performance. Anyway, as I am trying to adapt and embrace the local ways instead of pretending the locals to cater to me, I have kept the A/C unit off as much as possible. Which means I have not used it beyond a few hours when I would come back exhausted from one of our field trips. I have been able to sleep very comfortably without A/C, only the ceiling fan, which was cooling enough to make me cover with a sheet. After taking a shower with refreshing cold water and having a power nap, I was ready for my first Brazilian sauna experience. I chose Planetario, nowadays Club 11. Although public transportation seems to work perfectly fine, Uber is very cheap and I am only using their services. My Uber dropped me in the corner shown in the map, but I could not find the sauna. I called another Uber (I am paying for roaming) and ended at Sauna Fox. I am leaving the details of my sauna experience for I LIKE PINGA. Let me just say that I had a great time, and played with two beautiful boys, both Sotero Politanos (which is how the Salvador born is called). The first one asked me for 80 rials for a full service as a passivo and I did not negotiate and ended paying him 100. He was great. The second one asked me for 130 with a full service as an ativo, I counter-offered 80 for a session with no penetration, and he immediately accepted. I spent about 4 hours in the place, had these two boys, drank many beers (I was inviting my first one with his drinks as he stayed hanging up and making out with me the whole night, and introduced me to his local clients to make friends. One of the rooms I rented was the deluxe suite. When I check out, the bill was 135 Rials. I walked out to called my Uber, but a taxi driver was chatting with the security guy and offered me the ride for 20 rials. I took it and returned to my hotel about 10:30 PM. It was Sunday night and the rambla in front of the hotel was full of excitement and hot young men. However, this old man was absolutely exhausted. My stamina is not like @Tomcal's, @numazu1's, or @Tartegogo's, after a day of exploring the city by walk, and having sex twice, I was dying. I went straight to my room to sleep, exhausted but happy ending my first day.