Piedras Negras Report 3-3-06

[Jefferson]

Killer Report Dude. Maybe I check out this scene in November. Not Sure If I do that Or Go Back To Southern Mexico Where I am Now And Do Campeche and cuidad Del Carmen. Got To Go now Off To Gringo City Cancun.

 

[C.Lee]

Thanks for the report. A friend is visiting soon and I'm debating between taking him to NL which I know fairly well, PN, or CA. I feel like NL is cooling off as there were more Americans wandering Ave Guerrera today than I've ever seen. They were everywhere including some kind of high school group.

How long of a drive is it from SA to PN? Any shortcut that you know of? Does the bridge your cabbie took stay open 24 hours? Are there hotels in PN close to BT?

 

[trackman]

Summary: A good, if possibly overpriced session at the Cactus Club with "Tamara," but the logistics make Piedras Nigras BT good only for those willing to drive into Mexico. The main advaneforum.xxxe for me was that I arrived home at 12:30 in the moring instead of 2:30. Also, I will never distrust what a Mexican taxi driver tells me. I had a little "adventure" that was my own fault for being stupid and paranoid.

Report: I left Uvalde at about 2050 hrs., and arrived at the public parking lot in Eagle Pass in about an hour. It looked kind of deserted (and I found out why, see below), so I took a cab from the American side ($25 plus toll). The streets of Piedras Nigras are laid out in a simple grid, but the route the cab took was very circuitous, but finally, we arrived. I had planned to do club 54, but the cabbie talked me into trying the Cactus Club. As we passed club 54, I could see that it looked sort of like Hunters in Cd. Acuna. The Cactus club was somethinbg else altogether. If it hadn't been for B____'s advice, I might have gone back to Club 54. But the staff was helpful and polite, though when I entered it was dead. B______ is right when he said things don't start to pick up until 11, as I found out. But then, it's not like I need 100's of girls, I'm only going to fuck one of them.

The waiter came over after he served me my agua minerale and asked if I wanted a senorita. Is the Pope Catholic? Is the Lubavacher Rebbe Jewish? So he sends over this rather tall (for a Latina) girl, with wavy (kinky) long hair, OI would rate her about a 6-7, not bad looking, but not super young and fresh. She is "Tamara" from Veracruz, and her command of English was minimal, but sufficient for the task at hand. I really need to take Spanish lessons. Why did my Parents make me study Latin in high school intead of Spanish? We aren't even Catholics!

Tamara came down pretty quickly from $100 to $80 for "sucky-fucky," but I couldn't get her to budge further. And with her sitting on my lap, it was hard for me to try to give her the shove-ff. But after some talking, she did agree to a BBBJ as part of the package. I decided not to push my luck and try to get her to do anal.

The Room charge was $16. Tamara originally said $15, the guy at the counter said she failed the english lesson he gave her, and she thought the english word "fifteen" meant the numerals "16." Maybe this was a line of BS, but they did go on for a while in Spanish, and I thought I recognized some words that sounded like numbers. Whatever. It was still cheaper than the room fee at Hunters, and it even included the condom.

To get to the rum, you go out a door, and into a courtyard. The rooms are nothing to speak of, practically sheds with minimally functional bathrooms. The quarters at Hunters are palatial in comparison. But it was OK, no cucarachas, at least, and so we got undressed, and at Tamara's instructions I gave my chorizo a good soaping in preparation for the BBBJ.

We soon got down to business, and I have to say the BJ was very nice. Then she slipped on the usual Mexican industrial-strength condom, and we went at it, missionary and doggy style. She responded very nicely, either she was very good at faking sexual arousal, or I was doing a good job. Anyway, I was pretty inflamed with lust and had my usual good time. The only jarring note was that, instead of calling me "baby" while we did it, she was calling me "puppy." I know about doggy-style, but no one has ever actually called me one. Then I realized that she was calling me "Papi," which makes more sense. Anyway, after we finished, she was in no hurry to kick me out, which makes me suspect that I might have overppayed. On the other hand, it was nice to be able to come down from the orgasm withiout having to get dressed and rush out. I might have stayed longer, but the room was really a bit depressing. So I tipped Tamara a bit extra and went on my way.

Now for the adventure and my stupidity: The cabbie said it was $30 to take me back to the US side. I thought he was trying to rip me off, and said, no I wanted to just go to the bridge and walk over. He looked at me like I was crazy, and I soon found out why. When we zoomed by the street leading to the bridge from downtown 9which was deserted), I said, "no let me off here." He said that the bridge was closed. I didn't believe him, and insisted. This was my stupidity for being paranoid over a few lousy bucks and not believing him. Though he might have driven me closer to the bridge to show that it was closed.

THIS IS VERY IMORTANT TO ANYONE CONSIDERING VISITING PN: The "old bridge" connecting downtown Eagle Pass and Piedras Noigrad (Bridge no. 1) closes at 11 PM (the lady at US Customs, in fact, told me that sometimes they close it at 10:30 or 10:40. If you leave your car at the public parking lot on US 57, it's a long way back from the US side of Bridge no. 2, which is downstream (south?) of bridge #1, and so farther away from BT. Personally, I think tha PN is best done by driving yourself. But taking my car into Mexico is something I'd rather avoid.

Anyway, there I was, stupid me, even the customs house was closed, but at least lit up, a lone gringo wandering around the deserted downtown of a rough-looking Mexican border town. There was a guy hanging out, and I asked him where I could find a taxi. Even though he didn't speak English, he figured out my problem, and he helped me flag down a cab. This guy had a fare, but he got on the radio and soon another cab came by. This one also had a fare (a rather hot looking young lady, by the way), but the driver and my guardian angel had a rapid discussion in Spanish which I susepect went on the line of "we'd better just keep this gringo moving and off the streets." So I sat up front while the cabbie drove a few blocks to drop off the lady. Then I finally got around to talking price, and he said "venti." It's good thing I stop by Starbucks now and then, so I figured that one out. I then tried to have him understand that I wanted to have him take me to my car at the public lot, I think he got part of it.

So we end up driving through a newer part of Piedras Nigras, and come on to an area that had strip malls and looked a bit like north Jersey (that's not totally a joke, I recently saw a political billboard in Elizabeth in Spanish.) We go over the bridge, and my cabbie has some sort of frequent crosser card, but the customs lady (a grandmotherly type) asks me, "why did want want to come to Piedras Nigras?" with a real tone of amazement. I guess PN's doesn't have the best reputation. So I explained (leaving Boys town out of it,) and she says, "yes, I guess it is the closest border town to San Antonio." The cabbie talks with her in Spanish, and she asked me where my car was, and so she was able to give directions to my driver. Thank God for US Customs! without the help of a dedicated public servant, I think we'd still be driving around Eagle Pass.

So that was it, I got to my car, paid the driver and tiped him well. My appreciation is also sent to the gentleman on the street in downtown PN who helped me get a cab.

So there you have it. Remember, Bridge #1 (the US 57 bridge) closes at 11 PM or even earlier. Make sure you know where you're going, and have a good time.

The Cactus Club was a gas, though.