You may think the title of this entry is hyperbole but as I type this on my phone, my clothes are draped over the back of a chair in this hotel room with a puddle underneath them. When I exited my car at the border to cross the bridge and the Rio Grande, the rental car was showing a temperature of 103 degrees at 5pm. Just standing still much less moving caused swamp ass and the pouring of sweat!

The next question is probably, Reynosa? Why there? I had a weekend off work and was feeling antsy for some "play" so I was already in Houston and the options were visit a massage parlor or escort and risk getting arrested plus spending $200 for an hour possibly. Way too risky! I then realized Mexico was only a 50 minute cheap flight away so I booked a very quick 20 hour stay here in Hidalgo, Texas. I was a 5 minute drive from the border.

I threw on some jeans and a polo shirt to blend into the local crowd better and parked at the aforementioned 5pm. Compared to Tijuana, this crossing was a breeze. Parked for $4 and followed 3 people to a turnstile, paid $.75, & crossed over, immediately getting begged to buy some Chicklets. Yep, back in Mexico. I hit up the first casa de cambio I saw and exchanged $110 for $1441 pesos. Tucked this into my sock and walked back out into the street.

Now, I had done some research and found out that the cab drivers charge $10US for an 8 block, 1.4 mile ride to Boystown (this is the nickname for the Zona de Tolerance, where prostitution is allowed). I also had read about the US State Department warnings about Reynosa and how they had advised all personnel to stay away due to the drug war happening. So the question was: overpay a taxi or walk and risk getting beheaded and dumped in a field? Well, since it was daylight and I had reasonably good directions written down, I decided to walk. Just to double check my directions, I stopped in a 7-11, bought a well needed water, and asked if I was headed in the right direction. (By the way, 600 ml of bottled water cost 7 pesos, about $.50US).

After 20 minutes of walking, I came upon Boystown. Let me see if I can describe it. Imagine Gary Cooper in High Noon. A dusty town with store fronts on dirt roads with tumbleweeds rolling by. Now imagine you are the only gringo and the only English anyone knows is massage, sucky, and f&%ky. You come up to a policia substation and pay $20 pesos ($1.51US) for the privilege "of seeing the bonita senioritas" (direct quote from the guard). Now you have entered a closed in 3 block by 2 block area with about 8 bars, 2 stripclubs, and several rows of one room apartments that stretch the length of the block. Most rooms were locked up when I first arrived but the were about 15 door girls working. They get this obvious name by standing in their doorway and tempting you into their room. Imagine Amsterdam but with a solid wood door with no glass leading into a cinder block room. The most expensive room have window air conditioner units but my visits all took place in room where the girls had box fans circulating the hot air.

The upscale stripclub in Reynosa's Boystown is Lipstick. They charge a cover and the girls dance for $10 US per song. These are usually done in a VIP section and can include BJ's however the girl's goal is to not to get off but to get you amped up, horny, and willing to spend $150US necessary for the 30 minutes to take them for FS. I never went in there so this is not first hand knowledge but heresay.

At this point I must confess that I have been trying to learn Spanish. I'm up to about 50 words and can negotiate with hands and fingers for counting, but still have a hard time with numbers. For instance, my first stop was a bar (most of these places have no names) & I ordered a Modelo. All I had were 2 500 peso bills, 2 200 peso bills, & some coins. I gave the bartender $200 pesos and she kept it. Now everybody uses $10US=$100 pesos even though the exchange rate is closer to $7.50US=$100 pesos. So in my mind, I just paid $20 US for one beer when in actuality, she was holding it as an open tab willing to give me change whenever I asked. It the first of many misunderstandings and apologies I would have to offer today. Truth be told though, I left partially due to the confusion and also to the Marc Anthony blasting from the jukebox.

So I started making a lap like I would around Sexyland looking for some action. As I was walking down the crumbled sidewalk, I'd have to watch my step because every bar owner was throwing water into the street. This was an effort to keep the dust from blowing onto their patrons and into their bars as local guys drove around in circles trying to find a girl or bringing take out to their girlfriend who was working. I also need to mention that in the far back corner of the compound, this is where the TS's work and have their bar so after one lap back there, I didn't go back.

There were now about 20 girls working and I stopped for the interview. We agreed on time of 30 minutes but she kept telling me $10US. I kept thinking she was confused and meant $100US or $1000 pesos. So I told her that was too much and walked off. I hit up another girl and she started quoting the same thing $10US or $100 pesos for FS and 30 minutes. I finally put out a $10US bill I was saving for that taxi after dark back to the border and she shook her head yes, for $100 pesos=$7.55US you could get covered FS and 20 minutes. I said let's go, paid $200 pesos (which got me multiple positions) 5 mins of suck, cowgirl and mish to a thunderous orgasm. I said a thank you and goodbye and walked back out on the dusty street.

Now here's some of the weird things. In every room I entered, there appeared to be a shrine to a saint or some holy relics which kinda made me feel guilty. Also, none of the girls used paper towels, they all had rolls of toilet paper. They would unwind a strip, wrap it around the base of your condom covered penis, and commence with the BJ. After 5 minutes, they would hop off, grab some lube, coat the condoms then their privates, & commence to having sex. No mirrors, no romantic lighting or music, usually just a 100 watt bulb and the box fan. Different indeed.

On my several laps, one bar owner kept calling out Bud Light as I walked by. So pouring sweat, I headed over to his bar and order a Corona. $20 pesos or $1.51US. Obviously he has caught on the US policy of charging the cost of a 6 pack for one beer, thank goodness!

Correction: he hasn't caught on to overcharging. It was a hole in the wall but a pretty nice owner. He passed over about 20 hand napkins so that I could continually wipe sweat while sipping beer. He even found an oscillating fan that was about 50 years old and had no safety covers, just a metal blade spinning freely and cranked it up to full speed. After my first round, another guy walked in and made the only other gringo I saw the entire time.

He was from McAllen and was amazed as to why I would make a special trip just to monger in Reynosa. I couldn't get him to understand that it was a heck of a lot closer than Canada, Europe, or Asia and free from law enforcement difficulties of the US.

After my next round, I felt reenergized enough to see how many more girls were working. I made one lap and there were about 25 now. I made my way back to the original one I had the misunderstanding with earlier. I was going to apologize about my not understanding the price and ask for a session. When I got to her door, a lady who must clean up their rooms was straightening up so I stepped to the next door and her neighbor. This girl appeared hot; she wore glasses and white knee high stockings with high heels. She offered the same $10US, $100 pesos offer so I said let's go.

She only had one fan and her room was smaller so we immediately both started sweating before even undressing. She started with the covered BJ, the climbed on for cowgirl. It was at this moment that I lost all interest. I don't know what it was. The heat, the distraction of her glasses bouncing on her nose, the heat from her stockings on my thighs, it all seemed to overwhelm. I was still performing but knew I wouldn't orgasm. We switched to mish, then doggy, then moved to the edge of the bed for standing doggy, and even trying standing mish with her lying on the edge and me holding her legs spread wide. I finally faked one to end the session and she seemed as relieved as I was to part ways. Damage $100 pesos about $13 and 30 minutes.

I was still amped and ready so I walked over to where I had my initial session and found another girl waiting for work. Same offer so I said let's go and offered to tip if the sex was great. She had two fans and a much larger room plus her demeanor was way more fun. She was laughing and flirty and even kissed my cheek as I climbed on the bed. On with the condom for the BJ, then she surprised me by starting in reverse cowgirl. After a god five minutes, she did the twist where you stay still and she spins while still inside and started regular cowgirl. This whole time we were talking in my fractured Spanish about her life, kid, boyfriend. She then rolled off and offered doggy which I gladly accepted and after 5 more minutes, largely filled the condom. It was a great time.

The best part was that at the back of her room, she had a PVC pipe which pumped ice cold water from a shower head and a drain in the floor. I gladly accepted but she had no towels so she allowed me to stand in front of the fan naked to dry off. It is pretty amazing to think that two strangers, barely able to communicate, can be comfortable completely naked with no cares. The bad part: after drying off I still had to get dressed again in my pile of sweat drenched clothes that had been in a pile on the floor. Pretty gross! I paid $300 pesos as a big thank you for the time and shower.

When I stepped outside, two camoflouge humvees with Mexican soldiers were parked in front of her building. Several of the troops were walking around with AK-47's at the ready so I quickly hailed the closest taxi and gladly paid the $10US to get me to the border. Once dropped off, I paid the $.25 at the trunstile and made my way to border patrol. In Tijuana, I waited 3 hours in a line of about 5000 people to cross back over into America; last night, there were 3 girls in line with 4 border agents. I was done in 30 seconds!

Now I'm back and have had some time to reflect. I suppose looking at the two border locations I have visited, Tijuana could be described as filet mignon paired with candlelight and a nice wine whereas Reynosa is a yard bird with some waffles and a 40 oz of malt liquor. One option is way more expensive and offers the possibility of GFE and better lookers but both will fill you up if you goal is sustenance. I probably will go back again as the excitement of danger and quest for a diamond in the rough is a huge enticement.

Now only 5 weeks from today to my return trip to Europe and a completely different level of mongering. The truthful answer: can't f-ing wait!

Interesting read - but I think I will stick with Europe

Thanks for the unique report