SALVADOR, BAHIA, Dec 22 to Jan 3

[docbr]

On notice, there are many gay guys (or at least gay friendly muscle guys) going to porto da barra ... If you look like a foreign tourist some guys (or girls) may insinuate to you they are available to a programa. Just keep your smarts on, keep the minimum with you. I always remember the first time I stepped on Porto da Barra and a ripped hot capoeirista immediately came up to me to shake hands and asked in english "where are you from? USA? europe? want Marihuana? Girls?"... I was so timid and nervous that I just answered in portuguese... "no thats not the kind of fun I like" and walked away. He made a face to make me sure he got what I was meaning and said "what you need just come up to me". I regret not coming back that day... but had my fun at the saunas anyway. 

On a side note, Salvador is a super early city... I had the best time when arriving early at the beachs and at the saunas.

Planetarium 11  was less busy last time I was there, but always had someone of my liking. Fox is a bit more upscale, have fewer options, but I've met gorgeous guys there. Go early in the afternoon... like 4 pm.

[Latbear4blk]

Today is November 23, exactly one month before my arrival to Salvador. Can I get now officially excited?

[axiom2001]

On 7/30/2018 at 2:50 PM, Latbear4blk said:

I think I am changing my mind about the trip to Praia da Forte, and the turtles shelter. Based on my research, it is part of the typical packet for tourists, which is what I want to avoid. I want to mingle more with the locals and less with the visitors.

Yes, I am with you!  

[Latbear4blk]

I am slightly concerned about my hotel. I called to upgrade my Travelocity reservation and book this room (301):

 

They checked to verify my Travelocity reservation and found it, but then tried to persuade me not to make a reservation. The guy would advise me to ask for the room at my arrival. I insisted and I think he faked like he wrote down my request just to finish our conversation. 

Perhaps I should ask for the balcony room in the second floor. The 3rd is the top one and is probably going to be hot with that tropical sun. I hope the A/C works.

[Badboy81]

Looking forward to your update since Ill be in Salvador very soon...

[pauleiro]

On 12/6/2018 at 12:45 AM, Badboy81 said:

Looking forward to your update since Ill be in Salvador very soon...

Same here. Willing to discover new places

[Latbear4blk]

I-CANNOT-WAIT

[Latbear4blk]

The so much expected vacation started with some problems. Fortunately it was just the beginning, so let’s put the bad stuff at the very start. You can skip this post if you are not interested in traveling troubles, the good stuff will be in the next one.

My first flight, from DC to Ft. Lauderdale, was with JetBlue. The flight was scheduled at 1:45 PM. The night before I almost did not sleep out of excitement, and by 5 AM I was up and having my morning latte. At 6 AM I got a call from JetBlue. Actually, two. I usually do not pick a call the I cannot identify the caller, so I rejected the first call. The phone sang again immediately from the same number, which is unusual, and so I picked the call. It was a JetBlue agent informing me that my flight had a delay of 5 hours, and offering me alternatives to avoid missing my combination from Florida to Recife.

Instead of leaving at 1:45PM, now I was leaving at 10:30 and had to rush. Fortunately I was already half packed and made it with no problem to my first flight. The change also meant that my wait of 4 hours for my next flight which was already pretty bad, was now about 7 hours in the airport. I usually like airports and take advantage of the dead time, so I was ready to plug my laptop and do some work.

Damn I was wrong. I found Ft. Lauderdale’s airport quite ugly, with poor decorations in the floor so talentlessly designed that made the floor look old and wasted and instead of drawing you would perceive flaws in the tiles. The options to eat were all unattractive, there was not  Starbucks and the coffee alternatives were not good. Even worse, the airport was packed because of holiday traveling. All the spots with access to power were taken and people were fighting for them, some unconsidered motherfuckers would place their bags in the chairs next to them, taking two work stations.

In DC, the JetBlue agent had offered me to check out my carry on luggage with no charge, and promised I would not have to retrieve it until my final destination. He gave me the luggage tab, and explained to me that he was not able to print the boarding passes for my other two flights because JetBlue has not access to Azul systems.

I was stuck in an ugly packed airport, waiting for Azul agents to show up to print my tickets. The flight from Florida to Recife was scheduled at 7:30PM. The Azul agents showed up about 5PM to deal with an earlier flight that was delayed. They printed my tickets and told me I had to retrieve my bag in Recife. I told her about the JetBlue agent promise, but she advised me to ignore it and to listen to her. She also offered me to pay 65 bucks to get more leg room, offer I took.

Everything look good, at about 7 the plane crew showed up at the boarding gate. No one of the guys was attractive to me, so disappointed. Two of the female flight attendants were gorgeous, but I was not traveling to Brazil to wake my straight gen. It was 7:30, the signs said the flight was on time, but there were no traces of the plane. The whole crew just took the few seats still free, pulled out their phones, and disconnected from real world. Bad sign. At 9PM the signs still said that the 7:30 flight to Recife was on time. I guess that is how Azul gets its reputation of being the most punctual airline in Brazil. Finally, at 9:45 the plane showed up, and the crew dropped their phones. We started boarding at 10:15, when the signs were still reporting that the flight was on time.

The flight was comfortable thanks to the extra room I had bought. Of course, I flew very nervous, afraid of missing my combination to Salvador, considering the huge delay of my on time flight.

Fortunately, we made in on time. We landed in Recife exactly 45 minutes before my last flight and although I was nervous they let me in the fast line and was at my boarding gate 10 minutes before landing, when all the other passengers were already on board. But more troubles were waiting for me.

The Azul agent at the boarding gate was not accepting my boarding pass and sending me out of the restricted area to do a new check in. I got upset, I tried to make her understand that I would miss my flight and that it would be her fault. It was complicated, she would not understand English or Spanish, and my Portuguese does not exist. Lucky me, when I was turning back in frustration to follow her instructions, aware that I would lose my flight, her supervisor showed up, called me back, and sent me on board. He warned me that my seat may be taken and that I may have to seat somewhere else.

Imagine how I felt when I get on board and not only I could  seat in my assigned seat, but also I could have chosen any other one, as the plane was half empty.

Would be unfair to make a judgement out of my first and only experience with this two companies (I think they are probably the same, being JetBlue the American brunch of its Brazilian big sister), but my trip was not a good experience.

I am writing this while eating my breakfast in the hotel. I have to stop here to meet Fernando and his driver. Be patient, once I arrive to my hotel I started to have a great time and will report about it in my next post. As a brief advance, I am in love with Salvador. I went to Fox last night and can tell without doubts that Brazilians are the best kissers in the world.

[paulsf]

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

[Riobard]

Harrowing start ... glad the stress is behind you. Question: how did you retrieve your checked bag in Recife and still make the Salvador departure? Additionally, I have always had to clear customs at first Brazil entry. All that in 45 minutes?

[Latbear4blk]

7 hours ago, Riobard said:

Harrowing start ... glad the stress is behind you. Question: how did you retrieve your checked bag in Recife and still make the Salvador departure? Additionally, I have always had to clear customs at first Brazil entry. All that in 45 minutes?

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

[Riobard]

Lucky. I had something similar in Sept, Rio-SãoP-Canada, 50 minutes connection due to a delay, but minus bag retrieval and plus a seemingly endless sprint between terminals following Customs. I was stunned to make it as the gate was closing, and that my bag made the transfer. There were airline agents along the route encouraging us. And it would have been too late at night to visit Lagoa courtesy of the airline. 

Also recently a 30 minutes connection Panama City, but had to be bussed a few kms from tarmac to Tocumen terminal (construction/closures), and then mad dash to the Brazil departure gate. Again, shocked my bag made the transfer. 

[Latbear4blk]

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.

[Riobard]

The street numbers are fucked for Clube P11 ... the address is 11 Jose Duarte but logically it should be about #91. In truth, there is no logic when you scan on Streetview. The evens and odds do not seem to remain on the same side. It is about 10 buildings south of Joana Angelica, on the west side of Jose Duarte. I also had difficulties the first time but had a picture in my head. 

[Riobard]

[Latbear4blk]

45 minutes ago, Riobard said:

The street numbers are fucked for Clube P11 ... the address is 11 Jose Duarte but logically it should be about #91. In truth, there is no logic when you scan on Streetview. The evens and odds do not seem to remain on the same side. It is about 10 buildings south of Joana Angelica, on the west side of Jose Duarte. I also had difficulties the first time but had a picture in my head. 

 

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.

Edited December 25, 2018 by Latbear4blk

[Latbear4blk]

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.

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.

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.

[Badboy81]

2 hours ago, Latbear4blk said:

Hakuma Matata, Fernando told me, is a Polynesian expression related to relaxing and enjoying lif

"Hakuna matata" is a Swahili language phrase from East Africa meaning "no trouble". The word "hakuna" means "there is not here" while "matata" means "problems".

[Latbear4blk]

27 minutes ago, Badboy81 said:

"Hakuna matata" is a Swahili language phrase from East Africa meaning "no trouble". The word "hakuna" means "there is not here" while "matata" means "problems".

 

27 minutes ago, Badboy81 said:

"Hakuna matata" is a Swahili language phrase from East Africa meaning "no trouble". The word "hakuna" means "there is not here" while "matata" means "problems".

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

[SolaceSoul]

Two things before you go further:

(1) You were probably better served going to Fox instead of (Planetario) Clube 11 on Sunday, as Sunday is one of Fox’s better nights (unless things have changed).

(2) “Hakuna matata” is a Swahili phrase that is very popular in Kenya and almost all of East Africa. It has no Polynesian origins. In fact, Disney is now facing a major backlash by East African nations  for its trademark registration of the phrase in its animated film, “The Lion King”.

https://www.cbc.ca/amp/1.4957382

[Latbear4blk]

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.

[Latbear4blk]

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.

[Riobard]

I am going to risk sounding preachy ... a MacBook Air costs about 10,000 reais there. Please exercise caution using your PC out in the open while drinking and distracted with offers to join you in your room. And do lock it in the safe if you host. 

[Latbear4blk]

1 hour ago, Riobard said:

I am going to risk sounding preachy ... a MacBook Air costs about 10,000 reais there. Please exercise caution using your PC out in the open while drinking and distracted with offers to join you in your room. And do lock it in the safe if you host. 

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.

Edited December 25, 2018 by Latbear4blk

[SolaceSoul]

1 hour ago, Latbear4blk said:

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.

Unfortunately for you, I’ve never really known the cruising / hustler scene of Salvador, even the Barra section by the Porto da Barra beach, to be anything at all like what you are describing that you hope it to be. Meaning, if you’re passively sitting outside your restaurant hotel overlooking the beach and the pedestrian walkway, expecting young men looking for trinkets to approach you, I think you are going to be waiting a lonnnnnnnnnnng time. And looking “gayer” will not exactly make it happen any more quickly for you. 

The Bahia just ain’t that kind of party. I am pretty sure that I discussed this in a previous post, and that you were a part of that conversation. 

I do wish you luck in your pursuits. Keep us posted.

Edited December 25, 2018 by SolaceSoul