Mucho Monterrey

I wanted to get from Las Vegas to Acapulco. There is a direct flight from Las Vegas to Monterrey. There are also direct flights from Monterrey to Acapulco (on Viva Aerobus, Aviacsa and semi-defunct but still operating, Magnicharters), so I thought, why not go check out Monterrey.

Monterrey has to be one of the least known big cities in North America. I hadn’t even heard of it until about a year ago when I kept noticing that many of the airlines I was looking at for flights flew to Monterrey. After doing a few quick google searches I kept seeing BEAUTIFUL pictures of the city and the surrounding mountains, which appeared to be right on top of the city itself.

Next I wikipedia’ed it and it very quickly became apparent that this was a culturally significant, modern and cool city. Other factoids that grabbed my interest were stats stating that Monterrey was the “safest� city in all of Latin America. Which is saying a lot, as you could drop your wallet in cities like Santiago, Santo Domingo or Managua and virtually be assured that a few minutes later someone would be running along behind you, “Senor! Senor su moneda!�

I take most statistics to be circumspect and I assume all government statistics to be guilty of falsity until proven innocent, especially in the area of ‘crime statistics’, seeing as how the government is the biggest criminal enterprise in every jurisdiction. Nonetheless, I found that stat to be interesting.

So, I always kept Monterrey in mind as a potential stop over en route one way or another and got my chance last week in Las Vegas.

I’ve been here a week already (man time is flying, is it just me??) and Monterrey has not disappointed. The city is really beautiful. Just do a Google Image search for Monterrey and you’ll see a multitude of beautiful shots, from the Sierra Madre Oriental mountains which frame the city to the architecture, statues and parks within the city itself.

There is sort of a main hotel area where most of the hotels are in the centro. The hotels all are within walking distance of the main walking/shopping street, which is nice. The walking street is similar to those in most cities, including Santa Monica and Sydney, Australia… only difference is, of course, much less mentally insane and street people here in Monterrey than in socialist countries such as those.

There is an ‘old city’ part of town, known as Barrio Antiguo, which is within walking distance from centro. This is a really cool part of town. It is full of restaurants, pubs, bars, discos and tatuajes (tattoo) shops. This area is similar to the old town in places like Montevideo, but I give Monterrey extra marks for just being cool. Mexicans, in general, usually have such a great style, but it is even more so in Monterrey. Everyone was so damn cool there I almost felt like I didn’t belong! From the usual Mexican rich kids to the plethora of funky, stylish, engaged college students (Monterrey has numerous schools and is generally known as a college town). The Mexican rich kids seem to like a disco called Uma, in Barrio Antiguo. The school kids can be found at places such as Coco Loco and Zocalo.

Being so close to the Texas border, Monterrey is, by far, the most Americanized Mexican city I’ve been to. This has its positives and negatives. On the positives, a lot of people here actually speak some English, which is NEVER the case anywhere else in Mexico, so for those whose Spanish is less than fluent, it is a nice benefit. Negatively, the city is laid out a lot like an American city. Meaning, having a car is almost a necessity to get around. There are lots of taxis though, so that is not a problem. But the town is very car centric, from the hotel check-in asking me if I needed a parking space to the multitude of parking lots around the city.

This is a working and school town. Monterrey isn’t thought of as a tourist town, but I’d definitely consider it a great town to visit for a weekend if not longer.

The people, in general, are very nice and friendly… which is normal for Mexico. The taxi driver, on my way to the airport, was a good snapshot of the style here.

Taxi Driver (TD): Where you from?
Me: Canada
TD: Frio
Me: Si
TD: Monterrey is beautiful
Me: Si
TD: Everyone nice
Me: Si
TD: Chicas bonitas
Me: Si
TD: Legs
Me: Si
TD: Ass
Me: Si, bueno

That is just the normal type of conversation and the normal way of talking in these parts where not much matters other than women, tacos and tequila.

Monterrey weather is a bit different than I am used to from all the coastal areas I normally inhabit. Monterrey actually has seasons. The winters can actually get below freezing, quite regularly, in the evenings while the summers are extremely hot. It was 42c today! I looked at the weather and prepared myself mentally before going outside but after 20 minutes of walking around I realized I had barely broken a sweat. I briefly started to panic. My sweat glands are broken! They are broken! But then I realized, it’s a dry heat here… again something I’m not used to on all my coastal adventures. In places like Acapulco I would have had to stop and buy a new shirt after twenty minutes of walking about in the hot sun. But in Monterrey it was actually quite comfortable.

Another thing Monterrey has reinforced for me is the size of Mexico. A lot of northern Norte Americanos just kinda look at Mexico as a small country at the bottom of the continent. I’ll tell you, after having spent nearly a year just trying to sail all the way down the incredibly long west coast and having now visited dozens of Mexican cities, all with their own cultures, styles and unique geographical locations, this country is HUGE. It is huge and incredibly diverse.

If you’ve been to, say, Cancun, and figure you’ve “seenâ€? Mexico, give your head a shake. First, the Cancun that most people see (the tourist zone) isn’t even really Mexico. I call it Florida del sur. It’s basically just a place where American college kids can go so they can feel like they have traveled the world, while they eat at McDonalds, stay at the Holiday Inn and, gasp, drink a Corona, what a crazy, exotic adventure! And secondly, as I just said, this country is geographically, economically and culturally huge and diverse.

In fact, now that I think about it, I’ve spent well over a year travelling around Mexico now and there is still a half dozen places I can think of, off the top of my head, that I haven’t been to yet but am very interested in checking out. Including Veracruz, Puebla and Guadalajara. Mainly because I have met fantastic girls who said they were from those places. I’ve also heard Guadalajara is really beautiful and unique.

Well, hopefully in the next few days I’ll get possession of my new condo and continue on my semi-residency in Mexico and can easily hop a $50, one hour flight to any of those places to check them out.

On a side note, however, I personally believe Mexico, the country, will likely dissolve in the next five years. Why? The great majority of the money in this country is derived from oil production. Oil production that has been declining at shocking rates. The Cantarell oil field, long thought of as one of the world’s biggest producers has gone from full production to almost negligible production in a matter of months! In a few more years it’ll likely be completely dry.

There are so many geopolitical variables involved that it is impossible to guess the future. Will Mexico start to collapse, and then the US will try to take it over? Or will it collapse and a new, free state be born? Anything is possible.

So, knowing that the country could go through a major upheaval, you ask, why would you buy a place there now? Are you kidding, the best thing that could happen to any country is to have its government dissolve! I was driving to Burma once in Western Thailand when I heard a coup broke out in Bangkok… I couldn’t have driven back any faster! Going to shoot all the politicos and bureaucrats? Not without me you’re not!

I have no doubt that if the nation-state of Mexico collapses there will be a few interesting days/weeks/months as the natural order of things coalesces after years of corrupt bureaucracy. No problemo. As long as I can keep my satellite TV and internet connection running, and someone is still making tacos al pastor in the neighborhood, I’m good.

As a super side note, I expect similar things for many of the nation states on the planet over the coming months and years as banks collapse, currencies collapse (first and foremost the USD, of course) and famine and energy crisis’ (who predicted all this, btw? points at self, smugly) roll through the planet. If you haven’t bought gold, silver and some agriculture and energy stocks, yet, I don’t know what else I can tell ya. Time is running out.

In the meantime I just arrived back to a place that is beginning to feel like “a home� (I could never just have one), Acapulco, every time I return. My Mexican love affair continues…

Now hopefully at some point they finally finish my closing documents. They told me initially it would be 2 weeks… 3 weeks max. Well, it’s been 3.5 weeks so far and still nothing. But, as Siu Yin told me, “It’s hot and mucky down there. And they sleep all afternoon, what do you expect?”.

Right, as usual, she is!

Updates and some pics

I’m still in Vegas. I think I’ve been here nearly two weeks now, time flies. I’ve been having a good time though. This town definitely suits my tastes. It is 24 hours, even more so than Bangkok! It has tons of restaurants, bars and nightclubs. Has lots of hot girls from around the world. And, of course, it has poker. I guess that explains why I’m still here!

I’ll hopefully be getting a call soon about my Acapulco condo and then will head back there to finish up the paperwork and take possession. There are direct flights from Las Vegas to Monterrey, Mexico. And on the weekends there are direct flights from Monterrey to Acapulco, so I think that will be the way I’ll make it back there. I’ve never been to Monterrey, nor even heard much about it, but every time I do a web search on Monterrey I keep seeing stunningly beautiful pictures of the city and it’s mountainous surroundings. It looks really nice, so I want to stop in and check it out.

Here, btw, is a pic of the approximate view from my condo in Acapulco. Bueno!

And now, onto the poker.

Here is a pic of me playing with my usual chip stack at the World Series.

I’ve played five tournaments now, I think. The first four I literally got zero cards and my chip stack always looked like the one in the pic.

Then on the fifth one, the floodgates finally broke and I got a crazy amount of big hands. QQ, KK, AK, AQ, KK… and literally, one after another. I more than doubled my chip stack in the first two hours and was finally able to play my game. I had the whole table off its game. I was raising and reraising and stealing blinds and bluffing.

But then, disaster struck.

I had 11,000 chips (starting was 5,000 chips). I had A10 under the gun. I limped in. Four others limped after me and then a short stack raised 2,000. I sensed it was a steal attempt and I put him all in for 4,000 chips. Everyone else folded. He turned over Q 7, offsuit, sheepishly. The flop, K 9 2 7 2. Agh.

So then I was at 7,000 chips.

The very next hand I was dealt KK, for the third time in an hour. The guy under the gun limped in, the girl to his left raised. I reraised to 4,000 chips, hoping to isolate her. Turns out I was the one about to get isolated.

The guy under the gun re-raised my re-raise! This, really, could only mean one thing. Bullets. Aces. Although, it was possible he also had KK’s. It was highly doubtful he had QQs.

But, there I was, sitting with only 3,000 chips left, with KK’s and having to decide if I am going to call a double reraise for the rest of my stack. I don’t know too many people who could fold KKs in that position. I pretty much knew he had AAs but had to call on the offchance he had KKs and the very off chance that he thought I was bluffing and had nothing.

I called. AAs.

Ten minutes later I was in my hotel room.

I do, at least, feel somewhat happy that for at least an hour or two I got to play my game. And it worked very well. I had that table turned upside down once I finally got some cards.

I am thinking of playing one more tourney, on Monday, and then I think I’ll call it a year and head back to Mexico.

I’ve really enjoyed the atmosphere and the vibe of the WSOP. ALL the pros are here. At nearly every table in the tourney are big name pros. I’ve watched some of their plays and haven’t seen too much that they do much better than me. Their reading abilities are what sets them apart and that is also something I am very good at. I’ve yet to have any of the players I respect sit at my table and get to duel with them to really test my skills. I had Kathy Liebert at my table. But it was at the rebuy tourney and she was basically just moving all in with any hand.. so not much to learn there except to bring lots of money to a rebuy!

I played a cash game with Chris Moneymaker. I’ve watched his plays on tv and watched him live now and have to say, he is really not a good player at all. His reads are wrong more often than not and his plays are weak. Even if you watch the highlights of the WSOP that he won, more than 80% of the hands he won he played wrong and just lucked out.

Anyway. Poker to me is just a fun hobby. I really couldn’t see myself playing it very regularly, like the pros. It can get pretty boring quite quickly. Sure, you can always learn something, every day, which is part of the reason I like it. But compared to, say, the stock market, or economics in general, it is very limited. There is only so much you can do and really you only have three options. Check, bet or fold. Not exactly mind bending stuff. But, as a nice way to get my mind off the stock market and economics from time to time and still get to use my brain, it is a great pastime.

I think I’ll try to get to the WSOP every year now. I’ll add it to my ‘recurring’ trip itinerary. That makes three things I’ll try to do every year. The WSOP in Vegas in June, Thai new year in April and Boracay for New Years. And Bangkok, Acapulco and adventures in between.

Not a bad life.

From Acapulco to the World Series of Poker

I’ve got lots of updates and opinions, so simma down na and grab a snack.

First, I indeed have purchased a condo in Acapulco. It is the first real estate purchase I’ve made since my brief, ill-fated townhome purchase circa 1994.

It also denotes a change in my lifestyle. After 3+ years of pretty much living out of my backpack and travelling the world, I am looking for a place, or two, to call my own.

Unlike my prior, failed condo purchase a few months ago in Acapulco, this place isn’t anything too special. It is just a studio apartment. But the location is nearly unbeatable. The studio is on the 29th floor (of 31 floors total) and faces the bay. And, as I said before, if there is a more beautiful urban setting than Acapulco Bay, I haven’t seen it. The building is right on the beach and has two huge, 5 star hotel style swimming pools (complete with bar at the pool and everything!). On the other side of the building is the main street known as ‘the costera’. The building is about as central on the costera as it gets. 50 meters from the building is disco row, restaurants and any amenity desirable. In fact, in the building itself are many restaurants and shops including a tacos al pastor place! I don’t even have to walk outside to get my daily taco!

The building is facing the exact right direction to receive Star Choice Canadian satellite TV which is receivable in southern Mexico with a 85 centimeter dish. The balcony is large so I will throw up a satellite dish there and get a 50� flat screen, sound system, Xbox and a few computers. And voila, the perfect bachelor pad.

I’ll be watching the Oilers next year, in January, in HD, at the beach. Excellente!

It’ll be another week or so to complete all the paperwork and then I’ll hopefully get possession. I’ll likely stick around there for a while (a month or two).

In the meantime, however, while I wait, I thought I’d fly up to Las Vegas and play in some of the World Series of Poker events.

Some may take some of my comments on the USA as being anti-American. I’m not, though. The US government is heinous, but most governments are to one degree or another, but the people in America are the same as anywhere… there are some amazingly great people and some horrible people.

Actually, that is probably the best way to describe America. It has the best of everything (for the most part) and it also has the worst of everything (for the most part).

Let me start with the bad. I’ve seen two people nearly get killed (hit and run on pedestrians), seen numerous heated confrontations and had two people actually make a point of remanding me for not tipping them enough (one of which was a taxi driver who I made very clear that he had best get back in his cab and drive away very quickly or I’ll give him a tip he’ll remember). I’ve also seen a collision between two morbidly obese people on their industrial strength motor scooters. The collision was only at 4mph and was over instantly, but the jiggling and rippling of cheese-looking, pasty fat white skin resonated long after!

But, I’ve also seen and met numerous people (mostly at the poker tourneys where I spend most of my time) who are really interesting and nice. I’ve also greatly enjoyed my stay at the Rio hotel (where the tourney is). It is cheap (actually everything in the US seems cheap now thanks to the perpetually shrinking dollar) and very nice and the service has been excellent. And barely a minute or two goes by without an attractive girl walking by, of every race and color. And it is just so nice to talk to them in my native language where I don’t sound like a complete retard… notice I said complete.

I’ve actually enjoyed my stay so much I briefly took a look at the local real estate listing, considering getting a little condo here and playing some poker on a more regular basis. But, I quickly nixed that. Hotels are so nice and so cheap here, I’ll just stay in hotels when I visit.

The rest of this blog entry is about poker, so if that doesn’t interest you, go ahead and click off.

I played in some cash games to start and was quickly well up. The winnings from the cash games paid for nearly all the tournaments I played. To date I have played four tournaments.

Sadly, though, on my first try at the WSOP, I got ZERO help from the cards. I must’ve played a total of 18 hours of poker and had, maybe 4 playable hands. I’ve never actually seen such a run of atrocious cards. I survived about 7 hours in two of the tourneys and made it close to the money… but it was almost ENTIRELY on bluffs and blind steals! If I would have just once gotten AA, KK, QQ, JJ, 10 10 or AK or AQ and got action it would have been a whole other story.

I played very well though. In one of the tourneys I hadn’t had a decent hand for 4 hours and I looked down to AQ. Finally, I thought… a hand I can actually play a bit! One guy before me min-raised and the next guy re-raised. I took a minute to survey the action… and remember, this is after 4 hours of getting 10-6 offsuit! Your average person woulda jumped out of their shoes to get in that pot. I surveyed and didn’t like what I saw. Based on their prior plays I put them both on monster hands. I FOLDED. They both ended up all-in. The hands: AK & QQ!!!! I was practically drawing dead! I later ended up all in with my small stack with A9. I got one caller, 66. The flop, A J 4… then 7…. Then, of course, 6. What can you do.

I made one bad call in the four tourneys, that I know of. I put a guy on a bluff and ended up all in with one pair against a made full house! I did learn from that, though.

And in the last tourney I stuck around for 7 hours stealing blinds and bluffing and waiting for ANY A or ANY K to go all-in on as I was very short stacked. It took nearly an hour to get it! I got AJ. All-in. Call. AA! Sigh. Not one break all week.

One thing is for certain, the level of play, in general, at the WSOP is far and away better than any I’ve seen elsewhere. Only the Sydney Star City casino has competition that is similar.

I don’t think I was out of my league… but it’s really hard to tell, given that I had no playable hands the entire week! But, for sure, I cannot include myself in the upper echelon (like with the Daniel Negreanu’s and Phil Ivey’s) yet. This I learned. But I never really had much of a chip stack to play MY game (my game is a lot like Negreanus… I’ll raise with almost anything and call with almost anything, content to use my post-flop reading skills to outplay them after the flop). But I was out played a few times this week. This definitely isn’t your half-drunk casino crowd!

One thing I learned this week is NOT to play rebuys at this level! I played a $1,000 buy-in rebuy. I walked up to the table at the very start and half the table had $5k-$10k worth of chips in front of them! People like Negreanu go all-in dark for the first 30 hands trying to build up a massive chip stack! And, in general, it works. Him and Phil Ivey and others were in the final 27 people in that tourney… but most of them probably paid well over $10,000+ to get there! Whereas I walked in, like a dufus, with my $2,000 and was quickly just run out, getting called by 3 people with ANYTHING, pre-flop and quickly I was out the door! It makes sense for the top pros to buy in for as much as $30k because if they get to the final table or win a bracelet, their sponsorship money increases by much more than the $30k. As for me, my sponsor, Team Berwick, isn’t quite so generous!

I am thinking of leaving on the weekend. Part of me wants to play in a few more tourneys and at least, once, get more than the amount of chips you start with, in front of me (I don’t think I had much more than the starting amount the ENTIRE week!!). I kinda feel unfulfilled leaving now.

But part of me already misses Mexico!

We’ll see what happens… go with the flow, as usual.

Ahhhh Mexico

It took me 4 years of constant travel but I have conclusively, absolutely decided that two particular regions are my calling. Latin America and Asia, more specifically, Mexico and SE Asia. I’ve mentioned that before, numerous times, but I just have to yet again validate that statement, only this time with even more emphasis and certainty. On a flight to either Thailand or Mexico you will see me with a perma-grin. Not so much a smile but more like a look of contentment. True happiness.

No place is perfect, but the closest I have seen is Bangkok and Acapulco. Depending on your personality and views you may hate or love either place. But, for an urbanite like me, these two places are heaven.

And so, after having spent an interesting evening in wonderful Mexico City I found myself flying in, again, to Acapulco. I have sailed in and out of here numerous times and have flown in and out a few times now. I have yet to drive in, which I am told, is a beautiful, scenic drive from Mexico City but however I get here, the important thing is, I get here.

Acapulco is home to, bar none, the most beautiful bay in the world. It has been described as a glittering bowl of diamonds. The massive, sweeping bay raps nearly 360 degrees around a tropical mountainous urban terrain paradise.

Inside, however, is where the true magic lies.

There are very few truly unique and wonderful cultures on the planet. Most are a mix of various influences and hardly any have the vibrancy and soul to resist, or have no need for, any outside ideas or ways. Why tamper with something perfect?

Only Thailand and Mexico are, in my opinion, amazing cultures, in terms of lifestyle and living. Sure there are others, but lesser. Off the top of my head, Japan, Brazil, France and Spain come to mind, but for my tastes, nothing holds a candle to Tailandia y Mexico when it comes to an atmosphere of vibrant life.

At a glance, the two cultures and styles may seem to be complete opposites. Yet, at their core, they are nearly identical.

Arriving in Thailand you are greeted by sweet, beautiful, graceful, bowing Thai pu-yings (girls). In Mexico, your eyes and brain can barely handle the beautiful, strong, confident, sexual latina chicas that walk down the street wearing jeans in ways that boggle the mind as to how they could make a pair of jeans look so amazing.

Thailand is more about peace and serenity combined with chaos. While Mexico is about living the vida loca, with gusto, combined with regular siestas and lazy days at the beach.

However, beyond that pretense, the two places are about one thing. Freedom. Isara Seri, in Thai. Libertad en Espanol. And living and feeling life with little or no regard for anything else.

Not only my mind responds to these environs but my body as well. When I look in the mirror in Camerica or most of Europa I see an unhealthy, unhappy, sickly looking creature. My skin turns almost grayish and my eyes sink into my cranium. Thoughts of bludgeoning myself to death with a dull rock cross my mind on a regular basis.

Upon arrival in the lands of the free, however, the transformation is almost magical. Seconds upon arriving on the soil in Thailand or Mexico I become alive. It is like a B12 shot, two tabs of ecstasy and an intravenous direct drip of cialis. The colors are brighter. The food tastes more flavorful. The girls well… ay mami.

My skin sheds like a snake within 24 hours and I am glossy and have a glowing sheen. The whites of my eyes turn whiter and the green in my eyes turn from dull to lustrous. People stop asking me if I am 30 and start checking my I.D. to buy alcohol. My muscles relax and yet pump up, like dual injections of valium and anabolic steroids.

Hours later I find myself conversing, in Thai or Espanol, either of which now just come naturally, without thought, to a wonderful, intriguing member of the opposite sex about topics that seem unimportant yet are of greater magnitude than almost any topic that might be discussed in lesser places, such as Camerica. There is no, “so, what do you do?� or “where do you live?�, questions asked only to surmise the net worth in monetary terms of the other as opposed to, “what do you like?� and “how do you feel?�, questions asked of true sentient beings. People living life as opposed to taking it.

Thailand and Mexico may change. Anything is possible. In 10 years neither place may not be so great. But for now, right now, both places are my homes.

I continue to look for possible condos or villas in both spots. I know I have mentioned various plans from time to time but I have never had a more clear idea of where I want to be and what I want to do with the remaining days, weeks, months and possibly years left, liver-willing, of my time on Earth.

A nice condo or villa, dually, in Acapulco and Bangkok are now not just thoughts, they will soon be realities. My travels soon to be only periodic breaks as I make my way from one home to the other, clockwise or counter-clockwise, whichever way I feel like at that moment.

Half of the year to be spent amongst the exotic, serene Thais and the other half living la vida among the classy, vibrant Mexicanos.

While they are, and seem, worlds apart, they are the same place. In both places you can find young, usually tattooed males with facial hair driving along on a motorbike or scooter, helmet-less and completely untethered to worry, smoking a cigarette while doubling their wife/gf and numerous children. It’s not that they don’t care about you and your rules. It’s just that they are so busy living and enjoying life they don’t have the time or interest to care about what you are doing. As far as they are concerned, as long as you do not bother them they have no interest in bothering you.

Worry is probably not even a word in the Thai language… and for the most part, the Mexicans are carefree as well except for the unfortunate plague of Catholicism which has supplanted itself here. And, of course, the corrupt government and police mobsters – as usual, the two evils in the world, the church & the state are the only things that can put a damper on paradise.

There is one main difference that I can tell between the two countries, however. And that is as it pertains to cost of living. Mexico is decidedly more expensive and your average Mexican taxi driver will be looking for any way to get an extra couple pesos off you while in Thailand even tipping is usually met with embarrassment.

But, while Thailand is practically free, Mexico isn’t all that expensive either, relatively speaking. But it is definitely more expensive, in general, than Thailand. Not many people realize it but Mexico has a huge economy. It ranks 15th in the world for GDP, double the size of places like Greece and Taiwan. Thailand, for comparison, is 33rd. And the GDP per capita is $12,000 per annum in Mexico as opposed to $8,000 per annum in Thailand.

One thing that has really helped, in terms of costs, has been the continually shrinking Peso. The only currency in the world, other than the Zimbabwean WhoCaresWhatItsCalled, which actually has gone down more than the USD is the Peso. When I first came through Acapulco on my boat 100 pesos would equate to nearly $15 Canadian dollars. Now 100 pesos is worth $9.50… a nearly 40% reduction.

But compared to the cost of living in RIDICULOUS Australia, or Canada, or Europe, Mexico still seems very attractive. Just not as attractive in monetary terms as Thailand.

But even if both places cost twice as much as they currently cost, they still would be my #1 and #2.

And so, back to the pool.

**Note, between the time I started writing this blog entry and finished it I have made a down payment on a condo in Acapulco! See I told you I was serious. More on that, and some upcoming travel items, soon!

UPDATE AND A MUST READ COMMENTARY – PLEASE READ ALL OF THIS ENTRY

I haven’t written anything in my blog for a long time leading some to email with offers of bail money and queries about my state of consciousness.

I am happy to report I have not been jailed and am actually more cognizant and alive than I’ve been for a while. I’ve mainly spent the last month or so poolside in Bangkok, being fed and taken care of by my crazy Thai gf and spending the remaining hours of the day eating good food, at the gym and attached to my laptop researching and reading.

In recent days I had to make my way to Camerica as there was a family situation that I needed to attend and to spend some time with my Mom over Mother’s Day.

Now, however, I have decided that since I am so close to Mexico, I’m going to Mexico! I’m on a flight to Mexico City right now and intend to go to Acapulco soon after.

After that I have NO idea where I’ll end up, but I intend to stay at least a week in Mexico. So, I’ll report in from there soon.

In the meantime I have some important information I’d like to pass along. It is sexually related so those with incredibly sensitive emotional states who can’t even stand to talk frankly about the human body should go now to Disney.com or whatever wholesome place you normally go to shelter yourself from reality.

The topic I am going to discuss today is something that I would have thought unimaginable to exist in today’s day and age of supposed education and access to information via semi-free networks such as the internet.

But, would you believe that right now millions of children are being mutilated just hours or days after being born and having large amounts of their sex organs removed? It’s true and it’s happening right here in Camerica. It’s called circumcision and it needs to stop. Please read the rest of this rant as I consider this to be one of the most important issues, as far as personal health and happiness goes, in the world today.

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The US has been under the control of a number of special interest groups for decades now. The big banks and their founders have run almost all policy decisions in the US since the beginning of the 1900s. And the Christians have been behind anything ‘moral’. They end up combining quite a bit, in the fascist US government, because in many cases their needs facilitate each other’s agenda (like when Christians cause the AIDS scare which results in billions being pumped into ‘AIDS drugs’ which helps further line the pockets of the big banks and large corporations).

I have already written quite a bit on the big banks (and again, I must state, in a free market banks could never be a problem but it is only under this nation-state style of usery that they can cause problems) so today I want to focus on the Christians.

Many Christian leaders have become totally consumed with the idea and concept that sex is bad. Where they got this idea, I don’t know, considering that none of us would be here without sex. In fact, no organism would be here without sex. So, it is like being against eating, or something.

The most likely reason for this is self-hatred and jealousy. Many of these people hate themselves for some reason and hate their base human feelings. And the rest are probably sexually inadequate and therefore want to find ways to make sure no one else has sex because they are incapable or inadequate.

This led to one of the world’s biggest lies. The lie is that male circumcision is necessary because otherwise you can get infection easier. That was news to the billions of people who lived before and currently who weren’t butchered and who never had any problems.

There isn’t much point in even arguing that point as anyone who even thinks about it for more than five minutes or does any research whatsoever quickly realizes this is a fallacy.

So, what is the reason to cut an enormous amount of skin off of nearly every American male’s penis at birth? It is SOLELY to make it so that person enjoys sexual activity significantly less than a normal male. This, in their warped ideology, would make it so people would want sex less.

As with all man-made plans, there was severe unintended consequences. Unlike most people around the world, American males are not very happy. They are downright angry. They don’t know why, but part of it is that they get anywhere from 1/10 to 1/3 the enjoyment of sex that normal males get. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that much of the American aggression and love of war stems from this simple act. While Frenchmen are happily sitting at a café, smoking a cigarette, having a glass of wine and romancing a lover, Americans are cheering American football and NASCAR, trying to vent the energy that they would have otherwise spent on love. While your average Brazilian is lounging at the beach, sunning themselves and lazing away the day in anticipation of a likely evening romantic interlude, Americans are attacking countries just because they ‘might’ attack them. Why? Partly because they have been mutilated at birth and have never truly been able to fully enjoy physical love. ** As a side note, the other major groups besides Camericans who are retarded enough to participate in this act are Muslims and Jews. Could it be that this entire US/Jewish versus Muslims ‘war’ is one group of sexually and emotionally damaged boys with half their penis removed fighting the other? I’ve heard stranger theories.

To make matters even worse, in a further attempt to stop the enjoyment of sex, they (church/state) have spent billions (of your money) making sure everyone is in fear and wears condoms during sex. Condoms, of course, even further reduce the enjoyment of sex. A circumcised male using a condom is now getting about 2% of the actual feeling that he would otherwise get!

And now, unbelievably, they are using their already fabricated “AIDS pandemic� as reason to try to force EVERYONE to cut off most of their child’s penis! They will stop at nothing to get you to willingly cut off your own penis!

Here is the good news, however. If you are circumcised, there actually are ways to re-grow a significant percentage of your penile skin. It is called foreskin restoration and most involve stretching of the skin. There are a number of devices available to help you in this process. It can take anywhere from 6-36 months of a very intensive effort to re-grow, but you can get quite a bit of it back. Nothing can make it 100% as good as before, but you can gain back very noticeable amounts.

If a regimen of skin stretching seems like too much for you, I urge ALL circumcised males to AT THE VERY LEAST, use whatever means necessary to ensure the head (glans) of the penis is covered/protected at all times and most preferably by your own skin of your own penis.

I have just recently began restoration and while I don’t expect to see noticeable results from the stretching for months I have already had noticeable results after only covering my glans for a few days.

Many don’t realize it but the head of the penis is SUPPOSED to be covered and protected 99.9% of the time, as designed by nature/god (pick your life provider). This is because the head of the penis is actually a membrane, much like the female clitoris… it is not human skin. It is only meant to be exposed briefly during times of sexual arousal.

By circumcising males and exposing the glans to the air 24/7 it ends up drying out that membrane immensely to the point where it becomes hard, calloused skin devoid of much feeling at all. And, furthermore, by bouncing around all day in your underpants, it becomes almost completely destroyed of any sensations.

After just a few days of using a $10 device called a Your-Skin Cone, which just covers the end of my penis with my own skin I have already seen some of the old hard skin flake off of my glans. It is already beginning to have a nice glowing sheen much like a healthy male penis. I’ve actually never been so excited! I consider the best thing I ever did, personally, was to get laser eye surgery 15 years ago. I now consider this restoration to be almost as amazing, if not moreso.

I anticipate that within 1-2 months I will have a completely healthy glans and incredibly increased sexual feeling. And within 3-9 months I should start to have my own foreskin which will further increase sexual sensitivity and begin to cover my own glans with my own skin without any artificial aid. I’ll never get back 100% of all nerves/sensations that were cut (the actual amount of skin cut from the penis in circumsicion is actually a HUGE amount of skin by the time adulthood is reached amounting to an unbelievable 50% of the total skin of the penis being removed!) but I should be able to regain a LOT more than I currently have which I’ll be very, very happy with.

I’ll leave it at that except to say: If you are having a male child soon I urge you to do some research and DO NOT circumcise/butcher your child. Secondly, if you have been the unfortunate victim of this process there are hundreds of resources out there and thousands of men already restoring themselves. Just google ‘foreskin restoration’ and you will find as much info as you want.

And finally, just as a matter of record, I do not resent my parents for having played a part in this. At the time it was done it was almost completely institutionalized that this be done to all male children born in Camerica and without resources such as the internet to find out the truth they were virtually incapable of avoiding this abhorrent child mutilation. The really fantastic news is, though, that it is possible to regenerate a very significant portion of what was taken from me by the church (sellers of god, not providers of god) and the state (our slaveholders). I encourage everyone to spread the word and save anyone from this heinous crime in the future.

And who knows, if we can end this practice, we may also get world peace as a nice byproduct!

Phnom Penh II

Phnom Penh (PP) has moved up much higher on my list of favorite places due to my recent visit.

As I mentioned before, on my prior visit I wasn’t feeling well so only really went out for 1 day in Phnom Penh.

I arrived here over a week ago and had booked 2 separate tickets out but on both occasions I decided to cancel the flights out as I was just having too good of a time in PP.

For anyone who likes to get into a place before it really gets popular and establish a residence/business and then watch its value grow in leaps and bounds over the coming years and decades, I would put Phnom Penh at the VERY top of the list.

I never saw Thailand in the 1960s, or earlier, but I bet it was a lot like Cambodia.

PP is a really neat city. It has a gorgeous downtown waterfront (Tong Le Sap River) location on which the Royal Palace is literally front and center and accessible. There are a few cool establishments that have been developed including the aforementioned FCC Hotel but for the most part it is nothing but little shops and businesses… no grand developments, although I have heard that a Korean company is building a huge resort/casino development somewhere in this area which I expect will lead to continued investment and development in PP. I foresee this area as being an amazing, cool, funky, modern, highly desirable address in the years to come.

Buying or investing here now would be the equivalent of buying some Shanghai or Hong Kong waterfront property in the early 1900s. Not that I expect Phnom Penh to evolve into something exactly like Shanghai or HK… but to invest here with a time horizon of 5-30 years would almost certainly look like one of the wisest moves in retrospect.

So, am I going to? Probably not. I’m very short term minded. I really have no plans to be around in 20 years and even if I am, being a real estate tycoon in Cambodia isn’t something to which I aspire.

That said, I would definitely look at purchasing a little abode given the right set of circumstances. With circumstance #1 being major improvements in the internet infrastructure in this region (something that could easily be cleared up in a matter of months once someone begins working on it).

DISCLAIMER: PP is very early in it’s development… and that’s why there is so much opportunity. But don’t come here expecting all the modernity of Thailand or Hong Kong. There are lots of things that need a lot of improvement. But even since my last trip here two years ago the changes are very noticeable.

When I first came here it seemed most streets were awash in garbage. Not sure what the deal was but obviously waste management was not working well.

There are still issues here. Certain parts of town, especially the market areas, once they shut down for the evening turn into smelly, gross dumping areas. Rats, bats and bugs abound.

As well, as I mentioned previously, poverty is still a fairly noticeable issue here… something that will naturally ease as the economy becomes more prosperous. But there are parts of town where you could end up walking through garbage, avoiding stepping on rats while being hounded by naked children begging for food… so, as I said, parts of this place are far from perfect AT THE MOMENT.

However, the same could be said for the downtown East side of Vancouver. You could find yourself walking through trash, trying not to step on needles while 80lb methheads filter along behind you offering manual stimulation for $10 and feeling lucky if you got out of there without being stabbed.

As with most places, if you know the places to avoid you would never see these spots… but in PP there are a fair amount of areas that the less adventurous type may not find appealing.

However, an average evening for me in PP entailed waking up at one of many beautiful modern hotels, all for under $100/night, some under $50/night, taking a dip at the pool. Working until dinner then taking one of thousands of available tuk tuks for $2 to the FCC or to the Rainhouse (another good place to start the evening with a cool club upstairs) or one of dozens of very good restaurants riverfront for dinner. Then dropping in for a drink at one of dozens of lounges and bars, most filled with nice, beautiful, fun girls who would be thrilled if you bought them a drink for $2. And then carousing about one of dozens of discos from the very modern places like Rock or Spark or to places such as Orange, Heart of Darkness, Martinis or others.

If you don’t mind a place that is just a bit rough around the edges you really should check out PP. And if you have designs on becoming the next Stanley Ho or Li Ka Shing in Asia, investment into PP, and Cambodia in general, will pay off in spades.

I’ll rest when I’m dead… back to Phnom Penh!

So much for that plan. I returned to Bangkok and was only there for a few days when for the 1,800th time, I broke up with my crazy Thai gf and left again! This time for good. Yes, I can actually hear a collective guffaw and a shaking of heads, but this time it is for good, I am sure! I always said, when it got to the 1,800th breakup, it’ll be time to call it quits! 😛

So I ended up spending a few days in Phuket mulling over some travel options and then decided to head back to Phnom Penh, Cambodia for the 2nd time in 2 years.

On my first visit I didn’t feel well and so, even though I stayed in Phnom Penh for 5 days, I only actually left the hotel on 1 day… so, needless to say, I didn’t see too much of PP.

I have made up for that on this trip, having spent nearly a week in PP this time and having ventured out and about every day.

There is a lot to like about PP. Prices has to be one of the main positives though. This has to be pretty much the cheapest, livable country I’ve been to. They mostly use US dollars here and it is like going back to the 1960s… here $1 is actually worth something. A tuk tuk ride, $2. A nice meal at a good restaurant, $2.50. Vodka redbull, $2. A shot of tequila, $1. I left my hotel with $15 in my pocket yesterday and didn’t even have any concern that that amount wouldn’t last me easily the remainder of the day… and even if I want to be extravagant!

Another thing really nice about PP is how laid back it is… coming from frenetic Bangkok it’s a world away in terms of leisurely pace and style. Taxis in Bangkok seem to defy all sense of caution as they rip through traffic at 100 mph. In contrast, the average car in PP rarely gets much over 20mph. They could, as there is generally lots of room on the wide boulevards, but they just don’t seem to be in any rush.

The air quality is also great… blue skies and billowy white clouds acquiesce above the gentle flows of the confluence of the Tong Le Sap and Mekong Rivers.

But there are some negatives here… at least for me. Firstly, I have switched hotels 3 times now hoping to find one with a decent internet connection… while most hotels here offer wifi, the internet connectivity for the entire city seems to be atrocious. Download speeds mimic the pace on the streets and dozens of times throughout the day internet traffic appears to halt completely. And so, for this reason alone, I won’t be staying here too much longer… it’s too bad. If it had blazing internet here I could see myself hanging out here for weeks or months at a time.

Another semi-irritating thing here is the amount of UN type people and NGOs. NGOs are, for the most part, despicable and repugnant as they smugly drive their obscene Land Rovers and Lexus SUVs around town, going from conference to conference, patting each other on the back, mainly expounding about how it is important that a place like Cambodia doesn’t use cheap coal powered electricity generation and instead uses expensive, inadequate solar or wind power instead. This, and most actions of these NGOs to help ‘regulate’ Cambodia only serve to stifle an already incredibly small and poor economy… a topic for yet another conference in the future, no doubt.

Which brings me to another unpleasant side of PP: poverty and general street begging. Very few cities in the world have any type of street-begging. The only cities I have seen that have a significant amount are Vancouver, Mumbai and Quito. But PP has quite a bit as the country is still early in the process of recovering from the brutal, genocidal communist regime of the 70s which halved the population of Phnom Penh alone.

Other than those three things though, Phnom Penh is really nice. Like I said, if they can fix their internet problems you’d find me sitting many night of the year at the open air bar at the Foreign Correspondents Club overlooking the river banks.

Speaking of the FCC… that is an absolute must stay hotel… what a great vibe and great style. It is actually one of the cooler places I’ve ever been. You kinda have to be there to understand what I mean… but it is just really cool. If ever in PP you have to go. Another really cool hotel is called Villa Langka. Super trendy and nice with a fantastic pool… just try to ignore all the NGOs sitting around the pool and restaurant tapping away at their laptops while they try to make the world a “better place�.

For nightlife seekers, here is an excellent itinerary:

9pm FCC for dinner (try the wood fired pizza) and drinks
10pm Saunter upstairs to the open air lounge at the FCC and see what new female tourists are in town that evening – just smile and nod and act like you give a damn as they regail you on this or that temple they’ve been up since 6am touring
11pm Walk over to DV8, a nice little bar full of girls all too happy to talk to you. Some of them are really beautiful… and most are really sweet. Something kinda lost in a place like Bangkok now where many girls have lost a bit of that sweetness… alternatively to DV8 you can take a tuk tuk to 104 street which is home to about 10 bars.
12pm Pay the bar fine ($5 per girl) and take 3 or 4 girls with you… they’ll know all the good spots to go and will no doubt be a blast to hang out with
12pm There are numerous spots to go at this time… the locals like Orange… it is pretty good but it is very local… you won’t see any gringos in there… which is of course a good thing… but if you want to be amongst foreigners, check out Heart of Darkness. Also, Martinis is kinda a cool little bar area. And there is a big venue called Spark. There is also another odd place full of Chinese people and mainly Vietnamese working girls, oddly enough. As much as I like China, and as I have noted before, Chinese people have NO clue how to party. They can’t dance, at all… usually just flailing about and chain smoking and looking weird. So, while it is an interesting place to see, I’d skip that place…

It’s a small city so very quickly you’ll get to know everyone… I already appear to be quite famous…. It’s a great vibe here. And man, if you are white and have a little bit of money (like $50 even), you live like a king here. Every girl loves white men… and they don’t seem to care how old (I’m talking 80 years old is no problem!), fat (400 lbs? No problem!) or ugly (I’ve seen guys with faces full of warts walking hand in hand with a local young beauty down the street!) you are! It actually is pretty much white man heaven here… if you are fat, old and ugly but still want to have an unbelievably beautiful 18 year old girlfriend, go to PP.

I’m not too fat, old or ugly yet but I’ve already got a girlfriend here… she is beautiful and one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever met…. Named Avy.

I’m telling ya, if they can get this internet connectivity problem sorted out, I’ll be a regular in PP.

Lastly, in regard to safety, if you are a watcher of Western “news” programs you no doubt think that the world is a very, very scary place full of plagues (AIDS!! Watch out!!! You’re gonna die if you make love!), terrorists (people in caves in Afghanistan are knocking over skyscrapers with jet aircraft! really!!!) and violence… but if you live in the real world you know that all that is hype and for the most part, just downright lies and misinformation. When I was in Cartagena, Colombia, hanging out with my Colombian girlfriend and her friend, they asked me, “Why do Americans think Colombia is dangerous?”… I couldn’t give them a good answer except just to say, “well, they’re idiots”. And the same goes for here… I mentioned to a few people I was in Cambodia and got the instant, reflexive, programmed, “is it safe?” response. The answer is, simply, yes… completely. Turn off your TV and do not listen to anything your government tells you. I was asked by a woman from New York I met in Aruba about all the places I travelled.. she asked me, “I would never go to most of those places… have you ever been in a situation where you feared for your life?”… I paused… “No… not that I can think of. Oh, well actually, one or two times in New York.”… I think she thought I was kidding… the next day I had to spend the night in NYC on a stopover… I reflected on our conversation as I made my way through the swarms of heavily armed militia, barking dogs and out into the bone chilling weather through to the rundown taxi who ripped me off and spent 20 minutes trying to find the airport hotel as we drove through Jamaica, NY through various neighborhoods complete with burned-out abandoned buildings, barbed wire fences, crackheads and unfriendly looking gangster dudes. I quickly reached over and locked my door as we came to a stop at a stoplight and just said to myself, “just get through this… just a few more days and I’ll be safe and happy in places like Cambodia or Laos.”

Traveling is Tiring

I am writing from onboard British Airways 747 (though sold as a Cathay Pacific flight, with Cathay Pacific stewardesses, thankfully!) on a direct flight from NYC (JFK) to Hong Kong! A 15 hour flight! Interestingly, that’s not all that much longer than a flight from Vancouver to HK. That’s because the flight from NYC flies nearly directly North from New York until it hits nearly the North Pole. It then begins to swing down to the West of Beijing and then approaches into Hong Kong from the West! According to my large inflight personal screen I am currently just to the West of Fort Chimo and to the East of Poste-de-la-Baleine, wherever those godforsaken places are.

This is one of the longest direct routes in the world. I had previously taken a 16 hour flight from San Francisco to Sydney which sucked! I ended up in a middle seat in economy on that flight and the entire flight was full of school kids all running around and shouting. That flight nearly killed me. I was only in Australia for 5 days and I looked at the return flight on my calendar much the way Bill Clinton must feel knowing that Hilary will be coming home into their bedroom later that night (sorry for all the Hilary slags lately but my god, have you listened to what she says? I listened to 3 minutes of one speech for the first time yesterday and began stapling my ears closed!) Anyway, the point is moot, Bill may be an idiot too but he is smart enough to be out with some college girls rather than be home and subject himself to that vile wench.

Anyway, when I first booked this flight I tried to pre-book a seat and there was nothing but middle seats available in economy (there is no way I am ever paying $5,000 for business class! Do you know what kind of enjoyment $5,000 would buy you in Thailand? Damn close to eternal joy… so I’ll suffer for a few hours). But, at the last moment one seat opened online for the very last row, on the window.

I booked it and am at least somewhat comfortable. But I am extra happy because EVERY seat on this plane has a full AC plug-in! Now if they only had internet (they don’t :( ), I’d be so happy. Ah well, soon one of these airlines will get it all together (Lufthansa has internet, but no power… something of not much help to me and my 17� laptop which lasts about 45 minutes on battery!). Of course, the last airlines to get anything of the sort will be any US or Canadian based carriers, being as they are both centrally planned economies. And I use the word ‘planned’ very loosely.

Anyway, this flight essentially ends my North, Central & South American and Caribbean portion of my latest expedition.

How do I feel? TIRED! It was, as always, a wild ride. From nearly becoming the King of Acapulco; to venturing about Managua with a girl who looked like J Lo but back when J Lo was hot; to spending time with my new Colombian girlfriend in Cartagena; to venturing the streets of Caracas; and to finally arriving in Aruba and meeting a white girl from Boston who had me feeling like a schoolboy again fawning over every time she’d say car, or bar, or father. I’d even try to find ways to get her to say those words… “what do you like better, going to the bar or eating vegetables?�… her: “I like to go to the baaaaaaaaaaaa�. Me: *blush*

UPDATE: I just got pics of her, here is one:

She is the one on the right

I then spent one night in Santo Domingo, taking care of some business… and then one night in NYC, at an airport hotel, waiting to board this flight.

I’ll now spend a few nights in HK with my crazy Thai gf and all her friends.

And then it is back home (well, maybe… you know me)!! There is something good about having your own place somewhere… a place where you don’t have to call and book… you don’t have to wake up by 12 and check-out and you have everything there just the way you like it.

I’ll likely spend about 2-3 months in this region, even possibly looking to buy a small little place maybe in Bangkok, maybe in Phuket… perhaps even in the country somewhere!

And then, around June it’ll be back through Camerica (for World Series of Poker) and then down again through Mexico and possibly to places like Nicaragua and Aruba again, looking for a place to plant myself in the Americas.

I intend to have one or two little spots of my own to hide-out in, one in Asia (most likely Thailand) and one in Latin America (likely Mexico, maybe Nicaragua) as places to hide out for the next few years while the world falls apart.

As I write, Bear Stearns looks like it has completely collapsed (note: I wrote this before they completely collapsed! Always one step ahead!). Gold has soared above $1,000 (well above as I post this). The USD is almost completely worthless. US real estate is in COMPLETE collapse. BTW, on that note, even though US real estate will be virtually free over the next few years, it does not mean it is a bargain. The last place in the world you will want to be in the next few years is the US. There will be riots, famines and a greater depression, to steal the phrase from Doug Casey. The CIA has already built HUNDREDS of secret prisons which will be used to house the millions who will attempt to riot once they have nowhere to live and no food… and they will all be held without trial, all under current existing legislation. They are in the final phases now, trying to disarm the public as much as possible to make this transition as seamless as possible for the new world order. Once it gets to that point, it really won’t take much more to just begin mass genocide (for the greater public good, of course!). It really is following the Neo Nazi script almost to the letter, so far. In fact, their plans are much worse than most of the neonazi plans. They have already started with numerous of them, including the genocide of Africa, by trying to tell them all they have AIDS and then “giving them� (the drugs get paid for, so the drug companies get paid, but the funds come from you, the taxpayer) AIDS drugs which are actually the things that end up killing them (more on this in my next blog post). As you can see in the news, they are now beginning to talk about MANDATORY testing of the US population for HIV in another attempt at mass genocide and massive sales of HIV drugs. This, along with other things, such as chemotherapy and the current effort to take most of the nutrition out of most food are all parts of the plan for mass genocide and world control.

Until then, I’ll be preparing by the pool in Bangkok, for the upcoming World Wars. Might as well enjoy the good times while we still have them!

So barring any unusually interesting SouthEast Asia stories it’ll be quiet around here again for a while except for the occasional rant, which as you can see, has already begun!

Life is a trip – Aruba continued

If you asked me a month ago, where I thought I might have the best time of all the places I was going to travel to (Nicaragua, Cartagena, Caracas, Curacao, Aruba), this would have been the order:

1. Cartagena
2. Caracas
3. Curacao
4. Aruba
5. Nicaragua

It turns out, as it almost always does, that the list is completely different. Here is how good of a time I had in each spot:

1. Aruba
2. Cartagena
3. Nicaragua
4. Caracas
5. Curacao

Furthermore, if you told me that the highlight of the entire trip would be meeting a white girl from Boston, of all places, in Aruba, I would have deemed you unfit for basic social activity!

But, and this is why life is a blast if you are open to letting it unfold in front of you, that is exactly what happened.

Similiar to my first real experience in Bangkok, everything that has happened in Aruba so far has been a wild ride.

For those who don’t follow all my shenanigans, in regards to my Thailand experience, I had initially booked a stopover for a Murray Head-esque one night in Bangkok three years ago. That night I met a girl who, only a few days later, left me bloody in a hotel (not as as bad as it sounds, I was mostly bloodied from her nail claw marks as she resisted me throwing her out of my hotel room, screaming, “PREAS!! PREASS!! I’M SOLLY!!! PREAS!!!!”) and I had to escape under the cover of darkness from the hotel from her. Three years later and that one night stopover in Bangkok, in which I expected I would not like it, has turned into my becoming a virtual half-resident in Bangkok and the world’s biggest promoter of Thailand! And that girl has been my girlfriend ever since! What an odd turn of events!

Well, I arrived in Aruba 5 days ago and initially only booked for 2 days. But my flight out was at 7:30am and I really didn’t feel like getting up. Plus, I really thought this place may be something quite special, so I decided to just ignore my flight and stay another day.

I LOVE nothing more than real connections with other people… most preferably beautiful girls. And while I have had my very fair share of countless wonderful and beautiful girls, including most recently in Cartagena, I hadn’t felt like I really had any sort of whirlwind romance that was a total connection, in a very long time. I’d come close a few times, but it never quite clicked. And I was beginning to think it may never happen again (isn’t that always when it happens! And it always happens in ways you could have never guess in a million years – read on).

So, I was in Aruba on the same day that I had missed my flight and it was Sunday night. I had gone out the prior night in Aruba and really had no luck making any sort of connection with anyone and I was really starting to feel sad about it.

But, being a trooper, I went out yet again in search of something.

It was Sunday night and things seemed very quiet everywhere. I walked past Senior Frogs once, and it looked very quiet. I was about to turn back and go to the hotel and I thought… why not, stop in for a drink… maybe it’ll help me feel a bit better about this lack of connections I’ve had in a long time.

That’s when it happened. I love these moments. They really only seem to happen about once every few years.. at most once or twice a year. So they are truly special. And some people only seem to have them once in a lifetime (likely because they are not open minded and don’t see the many potential connections because they limit themselves too much – “Oh, I don’t like black guys” or “I was told by the American Government Website to never spend time with a Mexican girl as they may be involved in crime” etc etc)

So, I walked in… my eyes were immediately drawn to this beautiful girl. She had a lot of the things I like, in appearance… and she was unique looking. Really wavy/curly dark brown hair. Beautiful brown eyes and face… very attractive.

We locked eyes almost immediately. But right then this black guy she appeared to be with gave me the death stare. I looked skyward. Why… why!!

But upon returning my gaze back down she was right in front of me, striking up a convo.

I was actually confused for the first 30 seconds. A beautiful girl, who appears to have a bf of some type, approaching me almost instantaneously?? What’s the catch!

But after about 30-60 seconds I felt the heat. She was attracted to me too! It was the ultra rare, completely mutual attraction, on site!

As the conversation continued I began to like this girl more and more. A girl who isn’t shy to actually talk to someone?? This girl may actually have a soul, unlike the plethora of mainly Camerican and European girls who take some sort of strange pleasure out of making anyone who attempts to talk to them feel like garbage.

As we continued to talk I was beginning to become really aware of her accent… she was saying things like, “My maaathaaaaaaaa and my faaadaaaaaaa told me I couldn’t take the caaaaaaaaaa”… I was like, “Are you from Boston?!?!!!”

She was. The Boston accent is always funny to listen to, but it had gained an entirely new level of appeal coming out of the mouth of this lovely, vibrant girl.

She told me she was 19. I gulped. Oh man… I have NO problem with that, but I hope she doesn’t find out how old I am and get turned off. She asked me how old I was… I said guess… she said 28. I said, DEAD RIGHT!!! Good guess! 😛 As for her ethnic heritage, she is full Portugese. If this is how girls look in Portugal, I will be making a trip very soon!

As we talked more over the next few minutes I found myself even more attracted. She was young, which always includes some naivety, but other than that, she seemed to be fun, intelligent and engaged! I couldn’t believe it… beautiful and fun to talk to also!

Her friends then came up and told me they were leaving and going to a different club with the group of black guys they were with. I thought to myself, ok, this is where my heart gets frickin pulled right out of my chest, again.

But, no, they say, “Are you coming?” to her, and her response was, “I’m going with him!”, throwing her arms around me!!!

I again looked skyward, but for the exact opposite reason I had only a few minutes ago… this time, I was thanking ANYTHING or ANYONE who may have made this possible!

We ended up riding around all over the island, even played poker a little bit, having a blast the entire time and then ended up back at my hotel.

It was 4am by this point, but Aruba is not like America… it is quite a free place and so the hotel liquor sales at the front desk was still open (24 hours), so we grabbed four beers and gave one to the lady who sold them to us at the reception desk, cheers-ed her, and headed up to my room.

I don’t need to get into specifics here, obviously, but it was amazing. Even more amazing, she told me that she has rarely had any physical relations with any man before… she was totally discovering herself and her womanhood, right there with me. It was beautiful and exciting and I really just felt so lucky to be a part of it.

That was 2 nights ago… we basically did the exact same thing, right down to the buying of a beer and cheers-ing of the hotel reception lady the next night.

**btw, I don’t have pictures of her yet, but have her email now and will be getting some off her soon as I am sure you must be interested what she looks like by now! I would be!

I don’t know what is going to happen, but I have, for the 4th day in a row now, extended my stay here. If it were completely up to me I think I’d probably stay here as long as this girl from Boston is here (another 4 or 5 days) but my Tamagotchi-like Thai gf is nearing the point of expiry and if I were to stay another few days I think she’ll really be hurt because I had promised her days ago I was already making my way back to Thailand.

Plus, she is aware of all my experiences here and has been so good as to let me stay the few extra days already to enjoy it fully… Not many girlfriends will do that! Actually, I know of exactly zero girlfriends who would do that. So, again, I am so lucky to have a gf like that and so I really should tear myself away from this beautiful little romantic interlude and get back to my crazy Thai gf, not to mention all of her sexy friends who all seem to have moved into my building in the last few months, making for what will be some very interesting times by the pool in Bangkok.

In the meantime, however, the magic just continues here in Aruba.

When I first arrived here I played poker the first few nights at the Radisson Casino and made some small chitchat with the numerous beautiful dealers and waitresses and even the singer of the band there.

I hadn’t been there for 3 days as I started playing at the Holiday Inn Casino lately, but I walked in last night… One of the waitresses ran up to me right away, “Sweetie!!” and gave me a hug, “Where have you been?”… another dealer waved to me from across the room, also apparently excited to see me! The card room manager guy walked up, remembered my name somehow, “Jeff, welcome back!”.

This is how it is here!!! Even if I never met that amazing 19 year old Bostonian girl I would still have placed Aruba very highly on my list of places to go and to return to. The vibe here is hard to explain. I’ve never felt a vibe like this in a place with so many Camericans… everyone seems to be happy, smiling, engaged and social.

Also, I ate at an Italian restaurant called Hostario de Vittorio, right beside the Brickel Bay Beach Club and it was UNBELIEVABLY good. And judging from the comments of everyone at tables around me, they all agreed. It was SO good! Even better than the excellent Romanissima in Caracas.

And, not to mention, for those who from time to time like to dabble in paying girls for sexual activity (up front in cash that is, as opposed to later with dinners, diamond rings and condos, not to mention the dreaded divorce settlement!), the area called San Nicolas is apparently home to dozens of venues, mostly filled with Colombian girls. And, being Dutch based here, it is all perfectly legal (imagine that America… sex is allowed here! Unlike in the land of the free!). And, again from what I am told, it is also very reasonably priced. I actually had to ask, “What? Really?” when someone told me the prices. I have only spent a few minutes in San Nicolas because, luckily for me, I have been well taken care of by my new found lover. But I just thought I’d point out that this area exists as being another positive about Aruba.

So, all these things combined have officially moved Aruba high onto my list. I am now moving Aruba to my #3 resort-style place in the world, only behind Boracay and Phuket. I’ve even begun briefly looking about the internet at real estate prices. I always prefer to be in really exotic places like Bangkok and Acapulco but, heck, if this is how life is here, maybe I could spend a lot more time here! Heck, I’m sure if I stayed here another week I’d be the one picking up the cute casino dealers at their house to drive to the 5am Friday night softball game!

What a nice, nice surprise Aruba, and everything here, has been.