Around the World in 80 Girls: The Epic 3 Year Trip of a Backpacking Casanova (55 page)

The
shortest one of the two hot girls who were dancing at the beach walked up to me and began dancing with me. The Swedish girl looked pissed and walked back to the hostel.

The
Brazilian hottie and I took a walk down the beach and kissed a bit. She didn’t speak any English at all. I had to talk my broken Spanish to her and hoped she understand what I was saying. When she spoke slowly I could follow most of her Portuguese. She spoke slowly but quite a lot. She was hardly quiet for even a moment and God knows what she was blabbering about all the time. She was real cute though.

I
took her back to my dorm room, which I shared with a guy from Switzerland. I was sleeping in the lower bunk of one bed and he was in the top bunk of the other. I hung the sheet from the top bed over the side and we had some privacy. Jessica was only eighteen years old, maybe even a year younger but she said eighteen, some sixteen years younger than me. Her skin was dark and very soft. She had a rock-hard body with small but firm tits and a little round booty. Despite her young age she really knew how to fuck and was really into it. I made love to her three times in the hostel bed and banged my head again on the top bunk which instantly reminded me of sweet Marisol in Chile.

In the morning
the Swiss guy walked in on us and I kindly asked him to leave the room for ten more minutes, which he did. He was a typical nice-guy, despite his large body full of tattoos – or insecurity hiders, as I call tattoos sometimes.

Jessica
and I went to her small village by bus later that day and she showed me around a bit. In the afternoon we said goodbye and agreed to meet again later.

The owners told me not to bring guests into the dorm room anymore,
and I played dumb. Of course I knew about the guesthouse’s rules but there was no night guard so I’d decided to bring the girl in anyway. If I got kicked out I could always go to another place. I wasn’t going to risk a lay out of fear of having to change guesthouses in the morning.

We
agreed to meet again in the morning at my hostel but she didn’t show up. I bought a ticket at the guesthouse reception for the boat back to Salvador and just as I was about to leave, Jessica showed up, over an hour late. I felt awkward because I was about to ditch her but I turned it around, pointing out that she didn’t show up in time. (I used Google Translate on my laptop to get the hard parts across.) I canceled the boat ticket and I got a room in the same guesthouse for about thirty dollars. We went in the room and had sex for ages.

Having
a big bed instead of a small lower bunk bed improved the sex a lot. Her body was amazing, with perfect proportions, and she fucked like a teenage porn star. We took a shower and walked out the room past the Swedish girl, who was sitting in the lobby. Jessica was wearing next to nothing, just a small sexy top and skintight shorts wedged really deep in her delicious ass and crotch. A camel-toe was showing pretty clearly. The Swedish girl tried to look indifferent but I could see she was not happy about it. I enjoyed the moment.

That
day I spent with Jessica in her small village. We walked on a deserted beach, which was really enjoyable because this was the part regular tourists never visit. People were friendly and helpful. A guy friend of her tagged along and after a while I let her ask him to leave because I was horny as fuck. We couldn’t do it on the beach but I took some naked pictures of her. Later at night we went to a local discoteca, where no white man had ever gone before. Lots of girls were shaking it to the beats. The only downside was that it was in the middle of nowhere and I had to pay a lot for a taxi there and even more to get back. The barkeep asked me six dollars just to call a cab and then the taxi guy asked nine dollars for a three-kilometer ride.

We came back to the
guesthouse and had sex again, and I also took some naked pictures of her again. I could beat myself up for having my camera stolen. She was up for a fuck video, but all I had was the camera on my phone, which wasn’t really good enough.

That morning we made love
for the last time, but I had a hard time finishing because I’d overused my dick. She ripped off the condom and I did her raw. I’d only ever done that a couple of times but since she was very young I decided to risk it.

Afterwards she worried she might get pregnant and asked what to do if she was. I thought
OK, here we go, that’s the catch, she wants money
, but she didn’t ask for that. She just wanted to know if I would want to keep the baby. I said that in the unlikely circumstance that a baby was born, then I would take care of it. No blood of mine will grow up poor. I gave her one of my email addresses to write to me if she became pregnant. Jessica never asked me for anything else and was a really sweet and happy girl. I also never received an email saying she was pregnant.

The
Argentine owners of the guesthouse were friendly, even after I brought that girl to the dorm and when they had to do some translating to help us out with the pregnancy questions. The guesthouse’s name is Pousada Pura Vida, and has both dorms and private rooms. If someone goes to Pura Vida, look for the messages I left on the sides of the fridge.

Jessica
and I said goodbye and I took the boat back to Salvador.

Pelinrinho
was definitely not seeing me again, so I went to a hostel close to the beach in Barra. I had set up a date already with a black girl from the Couchsurfing website but since I flaked on her the day before, she now flaked on me.

That
day I walked around the beach a bit and walked past two girls who started giggling. One of them had a big ass but in a way you’d like it. I walked back and approached them. Up close I could see they were still in their late teens, but I tried anyway. The language barrier brought my attempt to a sudden stop and smiles and giggles were all I got before they went into ignore mode when I was out of words.

That
night I went out with an Austrian guy but we couldn’t find a good place to go out and some bars were already closing down early. I took a bus in the morning to Belem, where I would start my river boat experience.

Brazil – Belem and the Amazon boat ride

The bus ride from Salvador to Belem took forty hours and there weren’t too many people on the bus, so it was easy to get talking with my fellow travellers. There were some cool Brazilian guys and one Colombian girl. The Colombian girl was a big black girl with huge boobs. Her shirt was quite tight and her nips were always pointing through it. After a while I asked her if I could sit down next to her and she said yes. We talked a bit in Spanish, the only language she knew. I could manage a half-decent conversation and by nightfall we both fell asleep. I turned my body towards her and rested my hand on her side. The five-second test had begun. She didn’t move my hand or say anything about it, so my hand went exploring her body a bit. She pulled a big blanket over so no-one could see it. I was holding and squeezing those big black boobs all night but didn’t want to move my hand lower since she didn’t shower the night before and we were sweating in the bus all day. I kissed her a bit and rubbed over her jeans. She was obviously horny. I asked her if she wanted share a room with me and she said yes.

We
got off the bus in the middle of the night and me, her and a few Brazilian guys waited for daylight and running buses. Some cigarettes, a few coffees and a dump later it was daylight and we were almost on our way to a guesthouse when a girlfriend from Belem called her and she decided to stay with her. We agreed to meet again later but she pulled a Colombian flake on me. Still no flag.

At
the Belem hostel I met the Japanese woman from Salvador again. I stayed there two days. I went out once with the girl working in the hostel and some dudes and played some pool, but it was a very slow night.

My
plan was to take the riverboat down the Amazon River to Manaus. I went to the harbor and found the boats after lots of walking around in 38-degree sun. There were guys around selling boat tickets but I didn’t trust them much. Anyone can show me a laminated plastic card and say they represent the boat company, and the girl at the hostel had made me expect much higher prices than they were offering. Actually she was the one trying to con me, since she just wanted to sell me some tickets herself.

Since t
he ticket offices were closed, I decided to buy a ticket from these guys anyway; a lot of people were. I bargained hard and got a good price. A hammock space would cost 180 reals and a little shared cabin 340 reals (starting price 600rs), food not included. I feared that my back wouldn’t survive five days bent like a banana in a hammock and chose the cabin. The ticket man showed me around and I saw it had reasonable beds, air–conditioning and a wall socket for power. That last one was just what I needed for my laptop so I wouldn’t get bored and could do some writing.

I
texted the Colombian girl, who was also going to take a riverboat to get back to Colombia, but she texted that she was leaving on Monday. I sure as hell wasn’t waiting for her, but I still wanted to “rock the boat”. That song was on my mind a lot.

The
departure time for the boat was 6:00 PM but I was already there at 3:00  to see all the things happening on and around the boat. The lower deck got packed with two truckloads of tomatoes. This was all manual labor and five guys packed for hours while one giant fat guy sat on a chair and counted every box that was put inside. He was sitting on his ass in the shade and still sweating like a dog.

The
middle deck had about a hundred hammock spaces and people were busy hanging their hammocks and fighting over space. In the back of the boat were eight cabins for two. I shared my cabin with Manu, a short but insanely ripped French guy. He was a bit crazy but a very nice guy to hang out with. I saw a couple of young girls and approached them. There were two German/Russian sisters. One of them was too skinny and the other one was a lot hotter but grumpy and quiet all the time. Then there were David, a giant Canadian guy and the biggest vegetarian I ever saw, and Kathleen, a Canadian girl. There was an older English guy whose name I forgot and the Japanese woman I’d met in Rio, Salvador and Belem. None of them are people I’d look up normally, but once on a boat you tend to stick together.

The
top deck of the ship was a sundeck with a bar and some more cabins. Life on a riverboat is very boring and our small group of tourists sat on the top deck drinking beer and having some fun every night. I got really sunburned in just one hour and had to stay below decks during the day. Most people on the boat were just hanging around or sleeping all day. I did quite a lot of writing for my blogs those days and watched some movies and
Simpsons
episodes.

The
first few days the riverside views were very beautiful and I tried to take some pictures with my phone but results were weak. At some points the river was narrow: still a couple of hundred meters wide but close enough to see the river houses and the people who lived in them.

On
the second day we saw lots of children in canoes around our fast-moving boat. They used ropes with hooks to clamp their wooden canoes to our boat and pull themselves in. They sold shrimps and other food. I bought a bag and they tasted salty but good. The ideal beer snack at night.

At
other times I saw lots of children in small boats begging for food. Some Brazilians would throw plastic bags with food towards them, which is good, or give them candy, which is bad because those kids rarely see a dentist or keep good dental hygiene.

It
was meal time three times a day but I always skipped the first one since it was at six in the morning when everyone outside was already up. The meals were simple, just some rice and chicken, but they were quite large. I had trouble with chewing at the time because I had a problem with the nerve endings in my teeth or something. It was the second time I had severe pain in my teeth. The first time was in Bolivia, where Sierra had advised me to go to a dentist but no way in hell was I going to a Bolivian dentist. After Bolivia the pain gradually went away and I thought I’d left the worst behind me. By the way my eyes teared up in pain now, I was wrong. A few days later the pain stopped again and didn’t come back on my trip.

There
were no hot Brazilian girls on the boat, but there was “Boat Slut”, as Manu and I named her. A Brazilian girl with a very sexy body but the manners of a pig. She ate like one and drank like one. She started drinking early and was completely drunk all the time. I saw her go into the cabin of some ugly guy who wasn’t her boyfriend, and Manu and I wondered if they actually had sex since she wasn’t in there very long. The ugly guy had been giving her beer for two days and maybe he got his reward now.

Manu
was one crazy guy; he was on a strict diet back home and exercised a lot. He was very ripped even though he was forty-two years old. At night he would take some drugs and never stop talking. It was annoying sometimes but I liked the guy. We decided that one of us should fuck Boat Slut. I tried to talk with her but it was no use, she didn’t speak English and made no attempt to try and understand my horrible Portuguese. When I spoke to her I saw that she had very bad skin and her teeth weren’t that great either. I had my doubts about her, but like Manu said, “Just look at the body and pump and dump, don’t even kiss her.”