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Very interesting but getting slightly off-topic. Somebody (me?) should start a thread about this kind of sponsorship, how likely are they to work out, maybe referrals to some sponsorship agencies.

When I went to Sto Domingo the first time, almost 20 years ago, there was a chic nightclub in the colonial district. It drew a mixed crowd, as in many countries hip young straights head to the gay clubs. Several very hot guys made their availability known, and I picked out one of the wildest romp in my life. That club is no more, but there is news on these forums that a similar one is opening up. I love these kind of places. I suspect the OP would like them too, but they are so few. My guess is to find the most chic gay club anywhere you go and check out the vibe. Colombia has the friendliest, most gregarious people. That can present many opportunities, but also mixed signals, everywhere.

So where did the hot cubans end up in Spain? At Thermas and Adan or in other jobs?

Make it a world tour.

@Enlgishman Any recent updates about Aquarius or Istanbul in general? What days and times are good, how many guys and what types. I'm researching - or just daydreaming. I know the covid situation there is currently dicey but maybe later this year.

Maybe the shutdown of Brazil and Spain is causing memories of my prior prowling grounds to flood back ... In one of the Moroccan beach towns, a guy stood atop a sand dune and waved his dick at me. Right out in the open. He was about 50-75 feet away, and there must have been scores, including children and burqa'd women, who could have seen him had they paid attention. Not my type, but I couldn't help but glare right back, slack-jawed, as the situation was so outrageous. THAT was straight out of Cadinot. In another beach town, I tangled with two construction workers in the bushes next to their site. They lost interest when I wouldn't let them bugger me. As I said, the thrill of the chase usually exceeded that of any capture.

I did take up the offer from the boy on the train. To tell the truth, I closed my eyes in his house that night half-wondering whether I'd wake up alive. When I did, however, all my fear was gone, and I enjoyed 3 days being welcomed by his family and friends and getting to see how working class Fassis (people from Fez) lived. They were nice, good-looking guys only a few years younger than I was, but I wasn't on that wavelength with them and there was no hanky panky. Morocco tested my ability to assess human nature with every single person I met. The good were very good, the bad pretty bad. Looking back, I realize that the shamsters were not hard to spot (they're not good liars and cannot disguise their pushiness) and the hustlers (which means commission grabbers in this context) wouldn't have ripped me off that much. It sounds wise for you to have resisted your boy on the train - he was way too pushy, too fast. I assessed the guy I met for hours while we were on the train. I explicitly asked him if I would have to pay. He looked mildly offended but gave me a clear no. It seemed the unspoken rule was the hustlers and shysters would not directly break their word, so you have to ask bluntly.

Considering that Thermas is mostly basement and sub-basement, the window options don't exist.

The Venezuelans were known as a powerhouse in the beauty pageant world. Naturally, a male beauty pageant was organized at some point, filled with flawless products from their beauty-industrial complex, male edition. Before Gustavo Dudamel became the conductor for the LA Philharmonic, he led the Simon Bolivar Orchestra in Venezuela, which has a large contingent of younger musicians. I saw a performance and there were some black-tied stunners in that orchestra.

I didn't know about Montreal, but the other locales were on my "Final World Sex Tour 2020" list, which I guess will now be 2021-22. Istanbul and maybe Colombia added to that. "Final" because, I had thought, it was time to, you know, "get serious" and do less whorin' around. But there's no time for puritanism after Covid, so I suspect it will be Roarin' 20s, like many predict.

On that same trip I met another guy at 117 who was even less insufficiently-muscled. I mean his muscles stuck straight out. When will the Mr. Rios return?

No offense at all, as this fits with what I read.

You would find Henrique lovely and charming indeed. Tanned, twinkly green eyes, and muscled but not steroidy. His was one phone number I wish I had gotten. I plan on starting a thread on "Garotos as marriage material." We've heard a bit, from you and others, about the garoto as boyfriend, most of which don't last long. (Or maybe the durable relationships stay snuggled in their enviable love nests and don't come back here to post.) Henrique was one of the few about whom I even vaguely entertained that thought. In the US, a real estate agent, like a bank "vice president," could span the gamut from barely qualified to sell french fries to serious money and corporate personality. But it's at least a middle class, middle education position that offers some hope of compatibility, as I and I imagine most of us here are in that same broad segment. (PS - I read that the one-time porn star Tag Eriksson is a real estate broker in Scandinavia pulling in 7 figures. Imagine the lucky guy bagging that.)

I actually stayed at the Hotel Kosmopolit some years ago. It was full of ordinary middle-class travelers, even families. I wonder what they thought about the Kosmopolit cinema next door. I remember seeing a lot of "track-suit" guys at and around the hotel. You know, young guys from the Mediterranean and Middle East who always seem to be in running pants and who are always hanging around, harmless but doing nothing in particular. I never sensed any possibility from them but maybe I was stupid. The theater itself was as grody as described and, more important, the talent was far below what I had gotten accustomed to in Brazil and Spain. There was one druggy guy, one dark, unattractive guy with a fat dick, and several trans- and cis-female hookers.

I've never been much for gay resorts, gay cruises, or gay circuit parties. Maybe it's internalized homophobia ("Too many homos!") but gay tourism often captures the worst in mass market tourism. Pretty much no place can survive the onslaught of cruise ships - even Venice. If the ”you get what you pay for” concerns guaranteed good weather, then just look at any nearby island that has the exact same weather. (Not to mention the islands off Croatia, Sicily, and Spain.) Other than the gay nightlife and jet set glitter, it's never been clear to me what advantage Mykonos has over other Aegean destinations. Santorini, at least as touristy, is nevertheless more beautiful than the pictures I've seen of Mykonos, with a mind-blowing history, and Crete has history, archaeology, art, food, wine, scenery, mountains, gorges, mythology ... all in addition to sun and sea. Maybe find your companionship in Barcelona or Zurich and spring for the ticket to fly him to some other, far more wholesome and "authentic" island. (My childhood fantasy was being with Peter Gallagher in Summer Lovers, which was set on Santorini, but still ... Peter Gallagher!)

Is all the meat in the hammams halal?

A Brazilian guy at the Termas in Barcelona explained to me why he still worked the saunas at 40-50EUR a pop when he was also advertising online for 200+. (He said he was making even more when he toured the U.S., which made me vaguely recall his ad on Rentmen.) He said the saunas were easy because he could snag multiple clients in a few hours without shlepping all over. He also said internet ads, for some reason, don't get that many customers in Spain. I imagine no-shows, bad addresses, and other logistical mishaps occur frequently with internet dates.

Hi Numazu. I've already stated my ambivalence about current travel, but I can honestly say that I wish I could be in Brazil right now, like you. So thank you for the travel reports. May I enquire about recent talent citings? Did you run across an Henrique from Curitiba? He said he used to be a real estate agent and did local TV modeling in Ctba. He would periodically go to Rio to work the saunas because, as we know, Curitibano boys don't want to get known in their town and the best among them go to SP or Rio. How about Andrea, a scruffy skinny white guy in Rio who joked that he looked like Jesus and who had a dick that would make you see Jesus? Though I like muscle boys, I developed a niche interest in lithe, "soft" guys (think Ethan Hawke) whose cocks make up 1/3 of their body mass.

I see from another thread that Meio Mundo was resurrected at a new location. I was there once, about 5-6 years ago, and thought there was a good range of guys, from a blondish, pinkish, twinkish guy to an excessively muscled guy who claimed to have been a Mr. Rio. Ah, another thing to long for in a return to Rio.

It was 2015, 16, or 17. I can't be sure of his ethnicity, of course, but he didn't at all look "indio," so it had to be Japanese or possibly Korean. He had exactly that "barely Asian" look of boys as drawn in mangas and animes. Visualize a hunkier Speed Racer. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speed_Racer) I found a snapshot of him posted in the glass case in the Lagoa hallway and took a picture of that, but it has since disappeared into digital oblivion. I remember him because he was maybe only the third Asian I'd seen in a sauna. One, long ago, was a twinkish guy I didn't get around to. The second was Roger, circa 2015, a tall and quiet BIG-DICKED ASIAN hunk I'd want to marry if I was crazy enough to marry a garoto. And the third was this stripper, who was more handsome than the other two, or practically anybody else in the galaxy for that matter. If you can locate him, we must all bow down to your "research" skills!

I don't know, man. The uncertainty, the guilt, and the ever-changing logistics and regulations would get to me if the virus doesn't. I just read an article about the frightening government facilities one might be sent to for quarantine in some countries. I had thought that, in the worst case scenario, I'd hole up in my hotel, but it appears hotels do not want to be known to have such a person and will expel you to the government places. And by guilt, I mean how would I feel morally superior to a Bolsonaro or a mask-burning Q-head deplorable again? Or maybe that's not a bad thing.

The Copacabana Palace is very comfortable, I'm sure (I did not go inside), but beware that it's in what has become probably the worst part of the Copacabana neighborhood.

Long ago, I chatted up a gorgeous muscle guy who was working the front desk at a sauna. He said he used to be a stripper and was calmly adamant that there were strict differences between strippers, go-go boys, and garotos. Because of that, and the non-receptivity of a few that I approached, I've generally stayed away from the strippers and go-go boys. Maybe I'll try harder next time.

@riobard - Where did you find this amazing, um, resource and does it purport to list all the strippers and go-go boys in Brazil? I would not mind tracking down a devastatingly gorgeous Japanese-Brazilian I saw dancing at the old Lagoa some 3-4 years ago. He looked like an anime/bishonen drawing - an almost unreal beauty.

Since it's Brazil, he could be packing a whole tuber.