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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.

I am not sure. What I do know is that the gay arena is full of guys without a clean conscience who love pointing fingers and blaming others. You should take a look at the other site and see how often this happens. I am always surprised, when I defend boytoy, on how outraged they are at the very name of this website. Many times I have used the word "boy' in my report meaning a young man, considering that many 50 y.o. men call themselves boys. Many times I was astonished at the number of posters confronting me and asking me to redact my post. The only time that I edited a post not because of spelling issues but because of content, I was a newbie and was confronted about this. After that and once I became more knowledgeable of the ropes, I laughed at their concerns every time they had an issue with me talking about playing with my boys.

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.

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. IMG_1633.MOV

@numazu1, I am landing in Salvador this Sunday morning and staying until January 3. When are you going to be there? Perhaps we can share a caipirinha in the beach or the saunas.

Do not forget that he lost the vote of the people. He was elected by the Electoral College.

Your opinions in this thread, in addition to your fondness for Secrets DC, are making me suspect that you are actually a Russian bot spreading fake news.

Sometimes I wonder How people understands my posts. Beyond all the typos in this post, please read "corrected" where the self corrector wrote "corrupted", in the second paragraph.

@tassojunior is making a good point. We all are so overwhelmed by Trump's scandalous and shameful presidency, that we are glorifying people we usually (I would) would be critics of. The point is, Tasso, that right now in this political moment, our main goal is to stop the raise of American racism, nationalism and authoritarianism (in my opinion it is a misconception to characterize it as fascism), represented by Trump. This is so important tat all the actors who agree on this goal should put their differences aside until Amrican political trajectory is corrupted and put back in a good track. Once liberal democracy is back in power and strong, we can go back to argue as we used to. I never liked them, but right now, I am fine with glorifying Bushes, McCains, and Mattises.

I think he would respond: "It is called a "tunic".

How do you pay in the saunas? You are hanging out for hours, semi naked, and your stuff is in the lockers. Do they give you a form where they go writing your consumptions and then you check out before leaving? Do they open a tab for your CC when you arrived and keep it open until you check out? Do you keep cash with you to pay to the GPs and the bartenders?

Do not compliment Cuba or Cubans too much. There will always be someone popping up to remind us how evil Communism is.

I have never been there, but I do know that being in the South, it is one of the favorite vacations destinations in Brazil for middle/low middle class Argentine families. Let me repeat that: FAMILIES.

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