Here I was in Quito, Ecuador for work and excited to meet fellow Somalis. Bal tan nakala raacday aniga iyo dhalinyaradan arka. For starters, I've been in Quito for past two weeks now and its been really boring till I ran into this 3 guys crew from Ottawa in La Mariscal Zone restaurant. On the first night I felt compelled and decided to pay for their meal as I was the one who initiated the conversation and was really excited about meeting maryooley here.
Second afternoon, they decide to come by the hotel and want to swim in the hotel pool. After consulting with the manager, he finally allows one for free but the other two will have to fork $20 each(Plus 22% tourist tax and propina). Morons left their money at their place and I let my guard down again(whipped). These guys were causing such a racket in the pool, not even letting an old milf swim without making a pass at her. Ceeb iyo isku yax yax ayaabo iga soo hartay. Or maybe deep down I was astonished how relentless these guys were walahi. One of them, a fat dude was quite the character and managed to pull a fine petite canela from the pool.
Later that night we had a dinner at their favorite local diner Azuca in La Mariscal Zone. Had tamales, baby beef stake and the strangest cold entre' I've ever had in my entire life ('Ensaladilla de langostinos al grill' basically containing lettuce mix, avocado, apple, cherry tomatoes, grilled large shrimp and poppy vinaigrette). Parted ways after 1am and they went tail chasing. Planned for a weekend rendezvous to the coastal city of Guayaquil. Was excited about meeting them, hell before I met them, I was pretty much bored in the evenings and only chatted up fellow old fart hotel residents in the lobby.
Drove to Guayaquil on the weekend, an eight hour drive. They recommended we stay in a weird dingy hotel Las Penas. The neighborhood looked scary and had bums all over the place. For $65 and additional 22% tax it wasn't worth it. The bed was hard and there wasn't a safe or any other amenities for business travelers. I decided to be courteous and let my hosts decide. Alhamdulilah, they suggested we go out and head to the infamous Calle 18. Here I was thinking, it must be another party zone and tonight maybe I'll meet a Vida Guerra look alike!:lol:
Boy was I mistaken! Calle 18 is Guayaquil's notorious red light district. This place was despicable, literally kiosk after kiosk and dingy places lined with gorgeous girls. I was sad and at the same time baffled as to why so many young men were here. All along I assumed pay for play was exclusively an old man game. Decided to be go along with it and after discussion we settled on a club/restaurant/bar cum a whore house, famously known here as Chongos. Lots of poon here, girls literally lining up the walls. This place is a heaven for a man with dirty fetishes,sadistic, domination and definitely not looking for clean and sterile game. A fifteen minute or so goes and these guys are still shopping for their ideal gems. The fat dude and I chat up and he tells me why he'd rather visit South America, specially Ecuador. To him this is his ideal dream vacation. He claims after Ecuador visit, one will never again overlook the value of a penny. No matter where in the world, you will find yourself thinking ''I'd do her for $7. You will be ruined for life!!
So far I am still engaged and to be honest do not know why I am even here. Am I here wanting to find some high-danger excitement or explore my perverted mind?. He goes on to say all the girls in the casas/clubs in this country are tested every three to five months for HIV by the Health Departments and have their cards updated! He goes on to say his ultimate preference of a chica is eighteen and nineteen: sweet dreams are made of these. A slender frame, pretty face is a key. A small tight futo is everything. Full naaso and long hair are preferred but not essential. He finds long slender fingers and toes very feminine. So long as the above criteria is met color is irrelevant. To him back home eighteens are hemmed in by an impenetrable clique of friends, while increasingly older chicas are not. Eighteen is therefore the gold standard of his mongering fantasy!
So far so good, until one of them decided to take a blanca on to one of their dingy back rooms. Apparently this is the norm here, $20 per chica for 20 minutes or un.....I was disgusted enough and tried to suppress any thought on what went on in there. Excused myself and went back to the hotel.
Sunday was a decent day and we pretty much spend the whole day in the beach. Met couple of volunteering yanks who recommended I visit the Galapagos Islands.Drove back to Quito Sunday night and been avoiding the dudes till they finally suggested a decent and upscale salsa place. I reconfirmed the place with front desk girl and she highly recommended it too.
Here I was excited last night dancing to Salsa and Merengue with beautiful baila till one of my new found friends starts a fight. Being the gullible and miskiin I am I tried to intervene only to get a 2inch gash above my right eyebrow. Who did this? The hottie he was fighting over!! Mind you I was tempted to knock the phuck her out but waa gabar! What is a guy to do?. I was glad my friend did the deed for me though and we ended up being kicked out of the place.
After five hours waiting in secondary tier hospital, finally got my stitches and pain killers. This is an example of bureaucracy gone berserk.
Lesson learned: I should have never tried to party with buck wild fellas. As much we are age mates, they were much younger at heart. It was tempting, quite the challenge but not worth getting knocked by a girl(This coming from a guy who hasn't been in a fight for over a decade). Kind of reminded me of Kate Hudson's "You, Me and Dupree" movie. Aduunyo! Waligay tanoo kale igu ma dhicin.
All in all, here I am still awake at 6:30am local time(7:30am ES) watching Bloomberg's Morning Call and Cris Valerio is lovely as always. Speaking of Bloomberg, any snet retail traders still in the market. A/Wahab? Anyone?
Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I learned new terminologies like GFE, DATY, BBFS. For the inquisitive minds, google them.
Ciao and salams.
