Riobard

Air Canada is a lovely dreamliner and I just paid 450USD. Price is not directly proportional to crap. I have found GOL just fine domestically.

How does the concept of person or people even apply here? The megalomaniac repeatedly sending others up on a forum such as ours, and plagiarizing material as if it represented his own thoughts, does not view them as real persons. To him, people are merely ideas, abstract concepts. Telling him to take a hike is instinctive but futile because it is attempting to engage with somebody we acknowledge as a person but who does not reciprocate interaction as if we are more than a construct. It might be different in the grandiose person's real life, where boundaries are more paramount. Probably is in this case. I am embarrassed and lose respect for other members here who enable and support megalomaniacal behaviour. Why would I accept critical appraisal or direction from any of you? Don't you read or detect anything? The weasel that only sees the scrap in front of him will turn on anyone in the interests of showing off. What is particularly alarming and divisive for the community is the security he manifests. And the ease with which he is able to draw in the naïve. A person who can truly see others on equal terms will tend to have some degree of natural human insecurity. But even the brightest megalomaniac can slip up. See how he points to insecurity as a flaw, just another idea to exploit for his own manipulation? The "loser" sign applies to all of us. Relatively speaking, he is everyone's better. That is his signature. Wake up. I have had back-talk from members here who have urged disengagement but have also joined his mocking finger-pointing at times. Can't you dig harder for a little insight? So pathetic. Change it up. Never too late.

Hijacked, it seems, often means a handful of bullying bitches showing off, shaming others by trying to pass off their cheap shares of Dunce Hats 'R' US. Entirely dumpable, as they lack valid points.

I live here in MTL, ax. I formerly divided my time with TO due to my consultation work straddling both. That time of year is perfect. If I am not here to show you around or kickstart independent explorations, as I usually travel in the Fall, we will be sure to connect digitally if and when your plans firm up. Are you thinking VIA Rail, Megabus for the connection? Thanksgiving is Oct 12-14 weekend when seats and accommodations are usually filled up. Use us with your Yankee greenbacks, bitch!

I like the poll idea. A head count of assholes works for me. So far, one asshole; one head up it.

I tried to use leftover € over CHF with Koruna-bred guys at Paragonya in Zürich, tennisace. These garatos grumbled at being put upon until I helped them realize they were getting a good deal. But they'd have still preferred francs.

I think that first responders to your willing bttm's triage would prefer reais. Few would know the correct exchange. Why go thru the extra step transacting when it already whittles down the bromance? You would also be paying less dollars than a year ago and much less than 5 yrs ago, notwithstanding pay inflation, for the same service as then because of deflation in real value. They are likely not on top of that, but it means a lower figure on paper. 3 digits sounds and looks better. (Well, 2 for some insistent clients). But money is money. Suum cuique.

Hunhh? Topo wrote the Spanish part. I am not capable of such elegance.

I did not dare imagine it being so dreamily romantic, but it seems that when you wish upon a star ...

What's next in your diminishing grab-bag? Erm, let me guess ... a cartoon depicting a big yawn. No problem: that fits my state of mind.

Plagiarized cartoons dropped by uncreative self-debasing bullies override any feelings I might have but abject pity.

I connected with a guy in prep for travel and get this msg along with sexy pics. Like, lordy, really appealing photos a 3rd party attested as real. Sounds hotter in Spanish, but WTF?! Ideas on meaning or what our respective roles are?

Well, I tried, in another recent thread. See for yourself. Am I actually so poor at forecasting 'cloudy with a solid chance of raining meangirl meatheads with their meatballs tied in a knot' ?! I think not. After later gathering my Santo Domingo impressions, my sense is I should stick to my guns in relation to the terms and methods of contributing here. I'm sure you get it.

I find it can be occasionally glitchy on- or off-line. Actually, once it would not work in text mode but I printed the words and it functioned in camera mode.

4th from left is welcome to use a funnel and tube to quench me.

Now don't you have some non-pay hottie waiting on you?

So you didn't quite like my contribution to someone's thread, took the time out to ask me some questions and add a little vague info that has been provided on the forum already time and time again, mocked my attempt to satisfy your inquiry, expected I'd just lie back submissively as you smugly squeezed out a deuce on my face, disavowed any tendency whatsoever to get riled because you can apparently roll with anything, and then again have the audacity - the grandiose gall - to snottily describe my character offensively when that is the hallmark of someone being himself offended. And you're NOT weird? I do know you, from your words here ... do not worry that you need to shape my understanding of you. You are easy to read.

Do you want to continue, Rob, with someone on the sidelines still down in the muck here indulging in his narcissistic rage? I cannot completely tease out your intent. If you are well-integrated in the scene there, as I believe you are, I am not sure where you are going with this. This is playing out consistently with my reluctance to report, other than in PM mode, as I stated a few weeks ago. A few readers commented a few ways on about that being witholding or unfortunate. So, guys, now you know. Whoever does not now grasp the sick dynamics that can unfold on this forum, and its impact, are not worth my time. I think you are a tolerable, jovial, and harmless tease, perhaps, Rob, but no way near a sick stalker. I had wanted to confirm my impressions or suspicions of a certain grandiose personality, based on repeated patterns of commentary aimed at gratuitous provocation, but now I think I inadvertently triggered some real emojional damage. Therefore, nobody will be able to freely engage with me without the spectre of a sad troll and said troll's minions hovering over the content. I realize that this can occur on an anonymous board such as BT. That is a tradeoff we all endure. I do contribute to other more personal social media regarding my travels. It is no skin off my ass if I report sexlessly in places where sickos can be summarily shut down. Not that they seem to be evident there. Folks here can live and survive with the content that currently exists related to places I visit and on which my life does not depend on sharing impressions. So, Rob, take a stab at answering my question if you like. I thought I had covered the bases as well as possible. Maybe you felt personally offended that I implied Mérida was not the perfect cat's meow of gratification for everyone that follows info here. You wanted some very detailed specifics. Freely tell us more specifically your experiences in Mérida. Have you actually shared a story other than quipping with a buddy about the intersection of dates you might have there? How about you step up to the plate. I had overall a few hours. You live there.

Commercial Sex Worker. Yeah, I half-committedly explored the usual suspect venues. Had many Grindr offers responding to my 'generous old fart ad', reached out to a few non-CSWs with props. Sometimes got a gracias but no opening. Otherwise, tappers not my types. They seemed to be seeking validation that they fit my strict bill. A few photos evidently fraudulent and inconsistent with pics I requested after my attention obtained. I spotted a few older gringos that dressed and tatted like 20 year old skaters accompanied by young twinks that dressed like their grandpapis. Few ... sure that is not the norm Circumstances, duration, other priorities likely cock-blocked some. And the inner circle, well, not sure it's my thing even if admitted. Curious though. And I pay very very very well if I get fixated. My memorable bar story is a stripper, not the newer venue, average-ish but standing out among the basic high school assembly nerdy looking trade balancing on a square-ft apiece of drinks bar. No VIP curtaining a strip of linoleum. We sort of set a date for following his late show. The fee was gringo-based high end. I was ambivalent. I tested his mettle by offering him drinks and some modest cash (by my standards, not local) to sit and play mild footsies for a half hour. What else did he have to do? Patrons mostly kids who likely blew their week's earnings on entrada. He agreed but spent 20 draggy unpaid non-seductive minutes texting me back and forth about how there were umpteen reasons why I should give him this sit-with-me tip upfront. Epic fail. No fuckin' way I wasn't going to ghost him. He got nothin' ... txted me for a few days with sweaty gym pics and his coordinates. Even if he were to be safe, I lack respect for pathetic business models. Big head: 1 .... little head: 0 I had had one of the hot October guest strippers for a song in Europe a little while back. The important thing is readers here get the gist of the scene and the naturally occurring variants of experience. Will the playbook fit preferences, fluency, status, experience, etc? That is the rub ('n tug, or not).

I had an impromptu overnight at a colonial district lodgings in Santo Domingo, where the local mantra is SuckerComingAveMaria, it is an art form worthy of The Louvre or a National Convention, and the general and usually manageable Test of the Übervilles is elevated to an entirely new plane. I needed to come home briefly slightly altered timeframe between trips, that is, my upcoming longer stay back south. Had a fast direct flight out of SD. The event was the transit to Las Américas. It would be highly unlikely in Mérida where the locals are also poor but more adaptive to the paltry driver earnings, and will not make the deferential sign of the cross passing a church minutes after slitting your throat. I jest ... no throat slicers exist in Mérida. Well, just the Sat nite pitbull rings. I had shared a cab coming in. Perhaps I should have just crashed in Boca Chica. Due to the shenanigans I had to rush more quickly and almost incurred a far worse loss than the few bucks differential between the accurate fare and the flat rate cash offers. I set down a pair of 4-figure value specs at the gates cluster somewhere and only found them in desperation minutes before boarding. I suggest not taking Über in a zone where plentiful taxi drivers are begging for fares.

I just retrieved at my house my little walking guide for 4 churches and the cemetery west of them. SFA and Conc are mislabelled each other by the publication. You can mosey along this area commencing Sé or the intersection Paulista & Concolaçao west of the cemetery which is north side of Conc. You may have already discovered all this. Tap the image to enlarge. It is blurrier at the top which is less relevant.

Shot these at Mérida's San Ildefonso Cathedral and one of the Mayan archeol sites (a notable ground-level cenote)

That is one of the handful of places I also took a greater shine to.

Aha, So you do run out of steam. It's a relief, toots, that you are not entirely and perpetually full of yourself. In my personal experience, however, bullies recharge pretty quickly following their degenerating to low blows then fizzling out. I expect we'll meet again. C U Next Time.

This kind of article is what partially prompted me and co-traveller kin to visit for a month recently. Though I already knew to expect some tarnish and don't have sycophant leanings, having done extensive research and eyes wide open. The NYT piece is glossy but unbalanced. You know those lip-service negatives buried within the hyperbole? They are considerably more pronounced than the article will concede. We enjoyed many aspects of our stay, and some further afield options, but will not return. Defensive expat loyalists, predominantly aged opposite-sex couples co-mingling over canasta and oohing and aahing over their cashing in and absence of gratuity expectations be damned. Best approach: nod politely, try not to nod off. If you don't gush, you have not seen the real Mérida, apparently. (Fuck off) One old die-hard chap down the road from our place, actually minutes from #1 boutique hotel Diplomat, lamented the mosquito bites but chastized us for having dared to eat Italian over Yucatecan our first night. He got progressively jittery over our next few weeks as I recounted having had dengue twice. He routinely yelled at his service maid for sloppiness in screen closure. I love to play with fundamentalists. Tequila shots with our next-door neighbours sitting around their cockfight and fighter-pitbull pens, commiserating over the overrun of kitchen ant colonies, doesn't cut it? I can name half a dozen Mexican locales more magical. That said, it rates equally with Ottawa in safety, though much higher pollution index and lower overal QOL index. Progreso north shore is underwhelming. We dressed up regularly and got into Apoala on our fourth attempt, even willing to split up if that helped secure seating ... they reserve for wealthy repeaters but otherwise you takes your chances. I think they felt sorry for us. We tried again subsequently a few times, but only because it was not inconvenient to queue and 'bid' pleadingly along with other riffraff of our ilk, and there were a few other backups nearby, where slathering our Aedes Egypti welts with hydrocortisone and breathing in dense vehicular carbon emissions at the Santa Lucia Park location were less necessary. I had considerable elective time on my own at night. One word: laughable. Mind you, I am spoiled with unlimited access to CSW applicants elsewhere where it's warm. I urge you, do make it a must if only for the typical tourism; come to your own conclusions. Don't just pay attention to a few old fools, myself included.