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  1. Ford
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    Hello all,

    I want to thank everyone for their pm's re: my MoBay posts.
    I received seven (7) total pm's re: MoBay and I've answered every one now.

    One other note. Check out www.airjamaica.com. This is a great airline and if you happen to be living near a city that has a direct flight to MBJ than you're in business! Throughout the year they offer phenomenal prices from places like Atlanta, Baltimore, Chicago ,Philadelphia , NYC, LAX to MoBay.
    Some of their super-savers fares can save you BIG $$ and can get you in 51 Market St and scooping up an ebony beauty before closing time!

    (This is a picture of Margaritaville Bar on Gloucester Ave)
    Have a beer here just so you can say you went (it will cost you $4.50) but the real prizes in this town are for those that venture downtown.
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      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Naked_Gunz
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      I must concur Ford that your info is great!. I plan to put it to use on a quick visit to MoBay early next year. I've never been there. If anyone wants to share a phone number to some stunners, -PM me- I'd be most appreciative.

      MrC
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Snake27
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      Montego Bay Hustle

      I spent 2 days in early Dec 05 on the Hip Strip. Although I adore black Jamaican women, I was not impressed by the 25 hookers I saw at night walking the strip, and I did not partake. Short hint: forget MoBay, the beach parties at Negril are MUCH better.

      Late one night I took a taxi to Goldfinger Club at 51 Market St, which Ford described so well. It was a dark sleazy little club with a brothel upstairs. 5 USD to get in, 10 USD to the house to take a girl upstairs, 50 USD for the girl. These are quoted prices, probably negotiable, but I didn't feel like exposing my dick in this joint, so I settled for some very imaginative lap dances. The quantity and quality of girls in this club rivalled the best all-black clubs I've been to in the USA, and the girls were very intent on pleasing the customers. Worth a visit if you're not afraid. But take a taxi.

      On the way to Goldfingers my taxi driver had to ask directions from an apparently random guy on the street. This guy's woman companion, a pretty woman in her early 20's, proceeded to offer herself sexually to me. Wierd town.

      The street hustlers are a real nuisance in this town. I got propositioned for souvenirs, drugs, women, etc at a rate of once per 2 minutes. Negril was much calmer and more peaceful, especially at the beach. And the Negril beach parties were awesome !! Next time I will skip MoBay and go directly to Negril.
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Ford
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      Snake27,

      Thanks for the little shout out here on the board. I'm sorry that MoBay didn't live up to everything you had hoped but it sounds like your time in Negril made up for that!

      The pm's that I've received since I returned pretty much all ask the same thing. "Hey, Ford is there alot of variety in the women down there?" and "Hey Ford, I hear MoBay is a dangerous place, is that true?"

      The providers in MoBay are Jamaican black women - if this is not what you're after then you should go somewhere else. As far as danger goes - Mobay is a seedy place but what one considers to be dangerous depends largely on your past experiences and past vacation destinations.

      FORD
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Snake27
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      I am not a prostitute

      On my first night in MoBay, a beautiful and casually dressed black Jamaican women in her early twenties caught my eye near Margaritaville. I invited her to dinner, and on our way we passed through a group of prostitutes who made rude remarks, like "Hey girl, be sure to charge him enough." I asked my friend in a laughing way if she knew them, and she replied "No, they're prostitutes, mon. I am not a prostitute."

      After a pleasant dinner I invited her to my hotel. She agreed but seemed reluctant and said "I can't stay long. I am tired and need to go home soon." So I made a date for the next day, and realizing she was poor I gave her 15 USD for her taxi.

      The next day she came to my room and watched movies and BET videos for a couple hours. She was so pretty I couldn't resist, so I made my move and kissed her. But she was unresponsive and after a few passively received kisses she said, in a sad way, "You know how yesterday you asked me if I have kids ? Well, I have a child inside me now. I am 3 months pregnant.".

      Now, I may be a snake in the grass, but I cannot take advantage of a desperate woman who does not consider herself to be a prostitute. So, I desisted and went back to watching TV. After considering all the evidence (which I won't go into), I decided her story was probably true. It was NOT just another MoBay hustle, although these Jamaicans are such experts at scamming "Jake" that its hard to tell for sure. I therefore gave her 100 USD. Yes, a fool and his money are soon departed. Luckily I can afford to be a fool sometimes.

      We watched TV for awhile longer and talked. Then we went to dinner and her conversation opened up. She spoke about her life, her aspirations, her religous faith. She was bitter about her boyfriend who left her in a dire situation. She lives with her aunt and has demanded support from the boyfriend's grandmother. From what I've read, the extended female family bear the brunt of childbearing in Jamaica's underclass.

      After dinner we went to my room and watched a movie. She enjoyed it because she didn't have cable. When the movie finished she went home.

      If it was only a hustle, what was this attractive young woman selling in my hotel room ? Was she hoping a "rich" tourist would take her away from poverty ? Was she offering me a chance to perform an act of kindness and feel good about myself ? This probably wasn't the first and won't be the last time she goes to a tourist man's room. And I imagine some men would press the issue and she would acquiesce, if she felt the need.

      On the rest of my trip I made sure to go with women who were obviously and explicitly in the game, the cold elite of their art. It was cleaner that way.
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Roman_Guy
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      Snake 27 - Re:I Am Not a Prostitute

      Originally Posted by Snake27
      On my first night in MoBay, a beautiful and casually dressed black Jamaican women in her early twenties caught my eye near Margaritaville. I invited her to dinner, and on our way we passed through a group of prostitutes who made rude remarks, like "Hey girl, be sure to charge him enough." I asked my friend in a laughing way if she knew them, and ...
      Dear fellow,I still have tears in my eyes, after reading your report but not for the girl's story but for your unjustified generosity.
      I can understand that it is difficult to resist in front of stories of poverty, single mothers and related items but what you have done - I mean the donation of 100 US $ - will damage all us for the future.

      We have to cut off with this tendence to OVERPAY a woman or making donation to the one who is able to tell us the saddest story.

      A gift of 100 US $ is exaggerated even after a sexual intercourse in a country where an average salary is much lower than in the USA or in Western Europe.
      With this behaviour now we have reached the absurdity situation that prices in the III° world are almost the same of US and W.Europe.

      I read in this forum about overnights on 100 $ or Euro in countries like Cuba, Colombia or Westafrica where a decent monthly incoming is around 200 - 300.
      Do you pay 1200 $ in USA for it or do you donate a girl 600 $ in USA just for a sad story of unwished pregnancy?

      Dear fellow,maybe the girl's story was true, but imagine if it is an usal trick:this girl will be soon millionaire just watching tv in hotel rooms.
      When she will tell it to her friends, plenty of Jamaican chicks will go around to cry in front tourists about poverty and sadness but just doing nothing about sex.

      And if 100 $ are offered for nothing what will be the offer for something else?

      Let's finish with all this.
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Jam21
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      I really see that this man know nothing about Jamaica. Giving a girl 100 US without knowing here, only after she told you a sad story.

      Jamaica is buisness and if you can get money for free, they will do it. Iff you have 100 US and a girl is in need for money, they normaly also will give you "pussy". But if you don't make it clear, you don't will get it. Frist they tell you all the time, that they are a good girl, but this will soon gone, if they see, that have to do something for the money. And in 95% of the cases, they will do it. So don't be a foul.

      A girl how is hanging around places like Margeritavillas and will go with a wihte man to his hotelroom, you can have them for money.
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Ford
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      Originally Posted by Jam21
      I really see that this man know nothing about Jamaica. Giving a girl 100 US without knowing here, only after she told you a sad story.

      Jamaica is buisness and if you can get money for free, they will do it. Iff you have 100 US and a girl is in need for money, they normaly also will give you "pussy". But if you don't make it clear, you don't will get it. Frist they tell you all the time, that they are a good girl, but this will soon gone, if they see, that have to do something for the money. And in 95% of the cases, they will do it. So don't be a foul.

      A girl how is hanging around places like Margeritavillas and will go with a wihte man to his hotelroom, you can have them for money.
      ......I brought several girls back to my room during my trip and we didn't even discuss money. After everything was over, this one girl "Rose" said "you know sir, my friends said that I should ask for some money for this."

      I, of course, had every intention of giving her money for her time but I was shocked when it became clear to me that this girl actually came to my room, showered with me, slept with me and thought that she might be doing this all for free!

      When I gave her 2000 Jamaican dollars she was overwhelmed! Thank you, thank you, thank you .... you are a very generous person, thank you!

      2000 Jamaican dollars is equivalent to about $30 USD.

      cheers..........
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Snake27
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      re: I am not...

      Ok, I consider myself to be properly chastised. I think my anecdote and the responses are nevertheless useful and it is not likely one "fool" will skew the world market. It would take a vast number of fools to ruin things. At least I did the rest of my trip "the right way" with professionals who provided good experiences for $30 to $50 (see my Negril report). I am admittedly not as skilled as some contributors at picking up semi-pros or non-pros, and am probably too much of a softy. Case closed, I think.
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • PogoStick
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      Snake,

      It sounds like you are a good, kind and generous person.... but you got hustled. If she was for real, you would have got her phone number, address, met a relative and she would have refused the money. I have dated a few Jamaican women on my travels there and they have not only refused money but have sometimes even picked up a check in a restaurant or taken me home for a home cooked meal. Gifts of a new dress, a phone, a cd player, etc are OK. I once bought a set of tires for a girl I spent a weekend with. Not because she asked, but because I was afraid to ride in her car with the ones she had.

      If they say things like "my friends say I should ask for money" the "friend" is usually a guy collecting from her and a few other semi-pros as well. After the first couple times they drop the act, become pros and just go for the trick.

      Jamaica is the hot bed of hustle. here's just a few:

      *Hey, mon! It's me! The waiter/doorman/security/etc from the hotel. Can you spot me a 20? I'll pay you back tomorrow. (ask them which hotel or ask them about yesterdays $20 they owe you)

      *My baby girl is sick and I need $15 for a doctor visit. I'm really scared for her, Mon!

      *Hey mon...can ya help me out? I haven't been home in a week. I lost my job and need taxi fare to get home. And maybe some food money for the kids.

      *My babydaddy/girlfriend/husband/etc threw us out today. My kid is at school and I need to find a place for us to stay and some food to eat before she gets out.

      And there are more. I have heard each of the above many, many times.

      The only ones that will get me all the time is "I got the good weed Mon!" (only if it IS good) or "I'll suck your dick for $20" (only if she looks good) That's what I'm there for!

      But Snake, don't feel too bad about it. Everyone that has visited Jamaica has been caught by a hustle of some sort although some won't admit it. It's part of the experience.

      As for paying too much....I agree it does have a tendency to raise the ante if everyone starts paying high prices. However, I also find it rather ironic that we mongers will spend thousands to get to a good mongering destination and then ***** about being hustled out of a $2 drink or work our asses off to get a $40 girl down to $30. I do it myself. I could afford to pay the girls a few hundred with no problem, but I will bargain to the death for a $10 break or a free second shot on goal.

      For me, it's not just about the sex....it's about the game and the hunt for the perfect professional GFE at the lowest possible price...no matter how much it costs to get to the game.

      Pogo
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Billy_Bob
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      Follow Ford

      I was looking to sneak in a mongering trip between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I had recently returned from Costa Rica and before that the Dominican Republic. I could not easily explain such a quick revisit to either one of those destinations on the domestic front. Then I spotted a cheap fare to Jamaica on the net. Like many of you I never considered Jamaica a great destination for our hobby. If you read no further ---- think again!

      I checked the Mo-Bay Forum and what do I find but several reports from the venerable Ford, one of the two or three most reliable and savvy posters on the WSG or any other forum. I read three posts and immediately booked my flight.

      I will follow this with several reports. Mostly reinforcing what Ford has provided. I won’t aspire to anything like his humor but will add a few observations.

      Much of my experience is also relevant to the recent contribution by Snake 27 and the commentary that followed, so I will also weigh in on that.

      The overall theme will be as follows: Run! Do not walk! Do not stop at “Go”! Book the next possible flight to Mo-Bay and you will return exhausted, sexually spent, very happy and maybe a little sad that you had to come home.
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Billy_Bob
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      Details & Contacts

      I took Ford’s advice and stayed at the Wexford. It’s a great choice. For me the selection of an Ocean View room was more than worth the additional dollars. The room was clean, had a safety box, a king bed and a balcony. Everyone on the staff is quite friendly but you’ll want to get to know the two bellmen in particular.

      Their names are Claude Stephenson and Barrington Brown. Barrington will also answer to Barry but you will find either most quickly if you have their full names. One of the two is usually found on the steps or porch waiting to unload a car or taxi.

      I have cell phone numbers for both of them but as you know phone numbers cannot be posted in a report. If you are actually going to Mo-Bay PM me and I’ll supply those.

      Either of the boys can hook you up with Dean who drives a cab. Dean is also about 6’3”, probably packing heat, and is a good guy to have along when you decide to visit certain clubs that have been previously mentioned.

      The Wexford is convenient to several good places to eat, drink, and meet women. The Pelican is right next door and has great local food at good prices. There’s a Burger King within 200 yards, Jimmy Buffett’s Magaritaville is a quarter mile down the “Hip Strip” which is to your right as you depart the hotel. The “Hip Strip” goes all the way to Tony’s Pizza.

      If you turn left from the hotel you’re headed toward downtown Mo-Bay and a quite different world from the one tourists usually visit. There are some good restaurants including The Brewery and the Pork Pit. There's also a rip-off strip joint, a crafts center and if you walk a mile or so, a mall with some pretty decent stores. It has an especially good sporting goods and apparel shop.

      If you are the same color as me you will most likely be the only person in the mall of our particular tint, specifically white. Oddly enough I felt much more comfortable in the mall or walking downtown than I did on the “Hip Strip”. That’s because the professional hustlers hang out on the strip and they’re not looking to hustle fellow Jamaicans.

      If you dislike or uncomfortable being approached with every kind of offer from free "weed" to an all-nighter with Miss Jamaica 2003, or the services of “Big Rodney” who would like to be your guide and protector for your entire stay, the Mo-Bay scene is not right for you.

      For my part, I rather enjoy bantering with the natives and if your final answer is always “No” they quickly learn to leave you alone. Word will, in fact, spread that you are a poor mark and soon the entire brigade of hustlers will realize that any “come on” is a waste of time. I learned quickly that Mo-Bay is a small town. Those who are interested know where you are and what you are doing.

      In the next installment I’ll explain what I found to be the five sources of female companionship. One of these, in my opinion, makes Jamaica a real gem among mongering destinations.
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Alan
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      Mobay Names

      Billy Bob,

      Very interesting report so far on the Montego Bay scene. I however advise you that you should resist the temptation to use people's names on the forum. As you said, Mobay is a pretty small town where everyone knows each other. If word gets out that people's names are being used in a forum such as cityxguide.com there can be a lot of trouble for them including violence. Believe me, I know the place very well and you should leave such details for private messaging with interested world mongers.

      Alan
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • PogoStick
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      Originally Posted by Alan
      Billy Bob,

      Very interesting report so far on the Montego Bay scene. I however advise you that you should resist the temptation to use people's names on the forum. As you said, Mobay is a pretty small town where everyone knows each other. If word gets out that people's names are being used in a forum such as cityxguide.com there can be a lot of trouble for them including violence. Believe me, I know the place very well and you should leave such details for private messaging with interested world mongers.

      Alan
      I agree on this one. I've been to Jamaica well over 100 times and indeed Mobay is a small town, especially along the strip. Either of these guys could lose their jobs at the hotel and a good job is often a once in a lifetime opportunity for them. If they get fired they will NEVER get another good job due to their work permit being pulled. (you must have a work permit to be employed in any tourist-contact job, even bellman or busboy)

      Other than that. I look forward to the next installment! I'm heading to Jamaica myself later this week. Couple of MAJOR swingers groups at both Hedos this month. Should be fun!
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Billy_Bob
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      The Five Sources of What You Seek:

      1. Street Walkers
      2. Massage Parlors
      3. Clubs
      4. Barry, Claude and trustworthy cab drivers
      5. Everyplace Else.

      By far the most interesting of these sources is number five. I found it easy to strike up a conversation with every female I found appealing whether she was a waitress, a clerk in a store, or with a group of friends in the mall. Not only was it easy to start a conversation but in almost every instance their was also a possibility for more - maybe much more. For me, this is what made Jamaica different from some of the alternative mongering destinations.

      In order to make this manageable I will do a separate report on each of the sources, saving the best and most interesting (#5) for last.

      Street Walkers:

      Street Walkers have never appealed to me, but if they’re your thing you won’t be disappointed. A veritable parade of hookers march up and down “the strip” beginning around 8:00PM and continue into the wee hours. Some of these women are not native Jamaicans, though you should not expect much in the way of variety.

      All of them have that unmistakable good taste in fashion, make-up, and haut couture that one expects from street walkers the world over.

      I believe there are a number of daytime street professionals, but lacking the distinctive apparel of the trade they are more difficult to identify. Feel free to say, “Hi” to anyone of interest and you’ll learn quickly enough what they do for a living.

      Since I’m not into SW’s I did not establish a price with any of these working women. My sense, however, is that you should be able to find something in this market at anywhere from $1000 to $1500 Jamaican, between $20 and $25 US. The asking price will be significantly more.

      And a word to Alan. With all due respect, the names of the guys at the hotel have been previoulsy mentioned on this very thread. They were pleased when I informed them of the high praise they had been given and asked if I would also speak of them kindly. I will undoubtedly do and say things you disagree with, but in this case I don't admit to a WSG sin.
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Wet_Nose
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      Really looking forward to #2, 3, 4 and 5. Let us know!

      I'm curious though - where are the SW's from, if not Jamaica?
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Billy_Bob
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      Whoops!

      Wet Nose caught me in a presumption. I presumed that all native Jamaicans are black and, of course, that is not true. According to the CIA (and we can rely on them, right?) the population is 90.9% black. This means the remaining 9.1% is something else, and the two or three light skinned Hispanic looking hookers I cast my orbs upon could well have been native Jamaicans. They could also have been on vacation from the Dominican Republic, Cuba, or Puerto Rico for all I know. Mia culpa. I’m working hard on installments two through five and I promise to be more careful about jumping to conclusions.

      I also have some fine photographs that match upcoming chapters but I need to figure out how to get them loaded on the post. In view of Alan’s legitimate concerns I’ll crop out the faces.
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Ford
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      Billy Bob,
      Your reports are not only great, but you have a very organized, detail oriented way of reporting- great job!

      These are the kind of informative reports that make Hunter's board such a great resource!

      Great work!
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Billy_Bob
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      Massage Parlors

      Primero. Thanks Ford. That compliment coming from you is like having Ted Williams compliment the way you swing a baseball bat. But I digress.

      Massage Parlors in Mo-Bay operate pretty much the same as those in Costa Rica and the Dominican Republic. The girls introduce themselves then you get a chance to chat, choose, and decide what kind of “massage” you want from a printed menu. The printed menu includes taking the girl off premises. Always keep in mind that the printed menu includes a “hand job” at best. You’ll need to negotiate with the girl for anything more,.

      All cab drivers will take you to a massage parlor if you ask. The cab driver will not only take you there, but also come right inside with you. That’s because he gets Jamaican $500 for bringing them a customer. This is the same amount the girl gets for spending time with you, which is why you’ll need to negotiate with her separately. You’ll experience more double dealing in a single Jamaican day than you will in a Milwaukee year.

      I learned this because I had the good fortune to spend a day of my stay with an absolutely gorgeous and quite talented young woman I met at a massage parlor. I had arrived at about noon and had spent the afternoon and early evening getting my bearings and planting some seeds. You will learn later if they bore fruit. By 8:00PM, however, I had nothing lined up for the night and decided on the MP route.

      The cab driver took me to one of the best known massage parlors which I believe is called “The Relaxation and Rejuvenation Center.” I could be slightly off with the name but it doesn’t matter. You enter on the second floor. Immediately you are on a balcony overlooking the first floor and you’re facing a curtain. Someone yells “client” and the girls begin appearing from behind the curtain one-at-a-time. Each says “Hi” and gives her name.

      Once all of the girls have introduced themselves you can walk downstairs and chat with them. In one way this is a good thing because there were at least 20 women and all were well above 7. There were a couple of true 10s. If you like black women (and why else would you be in Jamaica?) this was a spectacular offering.

      The downside is that until you make your choice all of the 20 girls hover around you trying to arouse your attention in various ways. While this is happening you feel like Prince Charming but you know that once you choose you’ll be less popular (with all except one) than a turd in a punch bowl.

      My advice would be to take the girl who appeals to you most aside. Ask her if she has any “Won’ts”. In Spanish I call these “Nuncas”. If you want a BBBJ and the girl won’t do BBBJs you’re going to be disappointed. Likewise, if you like anal and she won’t do anal, its better that you select someone else. Ask all twenty if you have to.

      Once the parameters have been established you choose the girl and now we come to my second piece of advice. Negotiate a fair price and get on with it. If you and the lady hit it off and you’ve been fair in your dealings you’ll quickly find she has a cell phone number she would be more than happy to share with you. You’ll also learn that she would be delighted to make your company when she is not working. That’s how I ended up spending a whole day with the kind of woman you dream about having in bed. The total cost of the day was $70.00 US and a meal from room service. She brought her own “weed” and shared nicely.

      My guess is there are fifty massage parlors operating in various places. One of them is called "Wet & Wild". It’s out near the airport and much smaller than “The Relaxation and Rejuvenation Center”. During the daytime you’ll find three, maybe four girls. The girls are by no means in the same league as the larger place, but the menu prices are less and those of you who like to negotiate rock bottom prices will have a field day.
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Wet_Nose
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      FYI for those reading Billy Bob's report...

      Exchange rate: 1 USD buys 65 Jamaican dollars.
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Billy_Bob
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      Clubs

      Thanks to Wet Nose for the monetary update. It is important because the price you are quoted for anything will always be in the currency most advantageous to the vendor. But I digress.

      The definitive treatise on Jamaican strip clubs/bordellos has already been written. Ford’s description of The Goldfinger Club at 51 Market St was sufficient all by itself to lure this monger to Jamaica. I had vowed to visit regardless of what else happened.

      For three nights I was otherwise occupied. Now on my next-to-last evening I carved out time to make the scene. The time selected was altogether too early (about 8:30-9:00). The number of ladies on site were many fewer than Ford reported and I have a feeling things were just getting started. It was also a Wednesday night.

      The joint is exactly as Ford describes except that’s it’s more seedy and much darker. At first I wondered if they had electric lighting. The bar has about fourteen seats. Ten feet away is a door that leads either upstairs or behind a wall. The wall is comprised of 14-inch speakers that appear to be of a vintage somewhere around 1959 and sound like it as they pound out a throbbing combination of Reggae and Hip-Hop.

      Once you sit at the bar it will be no more than ten seconds before you have company. Before a minute has passed the company will be touching your “privates” and inviting you to join her in one of the suites. Somehow the vision of what these accommodations would be like did not coincide with my idea of posh or even clean. As Snake 27 said in an earlier post. It was not somewhere I'd want my dick exposed.

      Management wants a ransom for taking any girl away from the premises, and I had plans for later in the evening anyway. This visit was mostly to see if Ford’s description could possibly be accurate. It was in all respects except that on this particular night the "hostesses" were nowhere near the best Jamaica has to offer. By my standards the most attractive would have been a 6. But you can’t say they weren’t willing. Upon departure I had three little slips of paper containing a name and cell phone number.

      Ford, of course, is a much bigger and braver dude than me. I took Dean (the taxi driver) inside with me, and in fact insisted that he join me for a Red Stripe. Now that I think of it he probably collected from management as well, but hey, it’s the Jamaican way.

      There is also action down the street at Club Las Vegas. Unfortunately I did not get a chance to see what this place was like inside. We were planning to pay a visit but as we approached what might be called a "domestic dispute" was taking place across the street. A rather large woman and her "Main Man" were engaged in a lively and loud debate. He was waving a gun around like Barney Fife did when Otis acted up. The scene in general had provoked every dog for three square blocks into similar disputes and incessant barking.

      Dean thought it best not to hang around. I was in agreement.
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Wet_Nose
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      Originally Posted by Billy Bob

      The joint is exactly as Ford describes except that’s it’s more seedy and much darker. At first I wondered if they had electric lighting. The bar has about fourteen seats. Ten feet away is a door that leads either upstairs or behind a wall. The wall is comprised of 14-inch speakers that appear to be of a vintage somewhere around 1959 and sound like it as they pound out a throbbing combination of Reggae and Hip-Hop.
      Hahahaha, brilliant reporting!!!! Billy makes it sound like the jamaican version of the "Titty Twister" - the bar from that Tarantino horror-vampire movie "From Dawn to Dusk". Perhaps they should rename it, hee hee...

      There's always a reason to read cityxguide.com and now I can add Billy Bob to my list of favorite reporters! Keep em coming, Billy!!!!
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Wet_Nose
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      Renting scooters in Mo Bay?

      Hi guys, would you recommend renting a scooter and exploring on your own? What are drivers in Jamaica like? Are there good road maps available?

      Reason being...Jamaica is actually quite small and mountainous in certain portions too- which makes it really scenic and perfect for exploring. I'd also save on the commission to the driver for massage venues too...
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Billy_Bob
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      Bellmen/Taxi Drivers: Bellmen/Taxi Drivers:

      There is little to say on this subject except to confirm Ford’s suggestion that you keep Barry and Claude (or the bellmen at whatever Montego Bay hotel you have chosen) happy by crossing their palms with a couple of bucks when you happen to see them. It took me a while to hook up with these guys but they were more than sensitive to my needs and requirements once we made contact.

      A trustworthy taxi driver can also be a source of what you are looking for. Some of them actually have a list of women they can call. It is important, however, to be on the alert for the “Jamaican Double Shuffle” at all times.

      Let’s say you are coming back from dinner around 9:00PM. When the taxi driver lets you off you make it known that you would not be opposed to having a comely companion for the evening. Chances are at least 50-50 that he will be back in ten minutes with a street walker he has picked up from “The Strip. You could have accomplished this yourself by taking a short walk.

      How will you know such a subterfuge has taken place? There are two tell-tale signs that make it easy. First, he was back in ten minutes. If this is someone he had to go pick up, and she had to get ready it would have taken longer than ten minutes. Second, and most important, she will be adorned in the unmistakable garb of a streetwalker. In other words, if it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck…..

      My sense is that, as much as I like these guys, Barry and Claude are not above this very maneuver if you are in a hurry. After all, they need only walk a few steps on your behalf. If you are picky in your desires you should provide them plenty of notice and all of the requirements.

      In my opinion the most important thing you can do in Mo-Bay is eliminate the middle man. That will not be entirely possible so you need to choose the ones you can trust the most. Avoid like the plague “hustlers” (and there are a lot of them) who approach you on the street and offer at no cost whatsoever to help you find anything you might be wanting in Mo-Bay from sun tan lotion to an Amazon Princess. They just want to be your friend. Right, and I just want to be a Bishop. That’s what to tell them too. Tell them you are a Baptist minister visiting Jamaica in the service of the Lord. Watch how quickly they disappear.

      PS: To Wet Nose

      If I were going up into the mountains I'd plan on being in an SUV or at least a sedan. The mountain roads are pretty steep and not well suited to scooters. Keep in mind that this "little" island has at least one fatal traffic accident a day. This doesn't count the ones where people are maimed.

      All that said, you can rent any or all of the above at a booth located in the parking lot at The Wexford. Thanks for kudos!
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • PogoStick
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      Originally Posted by Wet Nose
      Hi guys, would you recommend renting a scooter and exploring on your own? What are drivers in Jamaica like? Are there good road maps available?

      Reason being...Jamaica is actually quite small and mountainous in certain portions too- which makes it really scenic and perfect for exploring. I'd also save on the commission to the driver for massage venues too...
      Personally, I would just hire a driver. Jamaican driving takes a set of reflexes that requires a lifetime to develop. A scooter is fine for buzzing around Negril or Ocho Rios or even Mobay (maybe). But in the mountains I would much rather have a couple tons of steel around me with a good Jamaica driver at the wheel. Besides the safety factor there is also the point that while he is driving, you can enjoy the view while sucking down a Redstripe and a spliff.

      Jamaica may be small by US standards but it can easily take a couple days to drive all the way around it. It's not like St Maarten where you can circumnavigate the island in an hour. To go from Ocho Rios to Negril on the main road can easily take 4-5 hours. In the mountains it is an all day drive.

      Besides, the difference between the cost of renting a car and hiring a driver is minimal...maybe 20-30 a day more for a driver. Plus a good driver will know all the cool places to go.

      Be sure to check out the South Coast around Black River. It's beautiful and still the old Jamaica with genuine friendly people an no hustlers. Peter Tosh's grave is around there and worth the visit. Also, anyone going to Jamaica should make a pilgrimage to Nine Mile to visit Bob Marleys home and final resting place. Beautiful drive and a very moving experience while you are there.

      Pogo
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Billy_Bob
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      #5 Everywhere Else

      We come now to the final chapter, the fifth source of what you are looking for in Jamaica. To me it is the most interesting because it centers on an aspect of the mating process that is lost when the prelude to sex goes something like this:

      “Want a date?”

      “How much?”

      “A hundred.”

      “Are you loco? How about forty?”

      And on and on until either an agreement or a stalemate is reached.

      To me negotiations are a poor substitute for “the chase”. I define “the chase” as the process of inducing a woman to have sex with you for no other reason than her desire to do so. Until I was no longer able to achieve that on a consistent basis I never gave mongering a thought.

      When I began this series of reports I expressed surprise, amazement and delight at the ease of initiating a “chase” and bringing it to a successful conclusion in Mo-Bay. Perhaps my “solo un poco” Spanish is the reason, but I never found “the chase” possible in the Dominican Republic or Costa Rica.

      I initiated several “chases” while I was in Mo-Bay. Four of them are worthy of a report unto themselves and those stories will be forthcoming. Two of the four “chases” resulted in success at some level, one spectacularly so. I’m quite sure the average would have been raised if I had a few more days on the island, but hitting 500 is not bad in any league.

      Before telling you how this was accomplished it is necessary to reveal more personal information than I normally would. I don’t want you saying to yourself, “Sure, it’s easy for Billy Bob. He’s in his early thirties and looks like Brad Pitt.”

      Au contraire! My days as a dashing rake with hair capable of being “styled” are long gone. I am on the north side of fifty and headed into the home stretch. Years ago some people said I looked a little like Steve McQueen. Now I’m sometimes confused with Jimmy Carter.

      On the plus side I still have piercing blue eyes, and (thanks to running) a killer body for a man of my advanced years.

      I reveal these details so you can read the forthcoming stories from your own perspective. Specifically, if you are anything less than fifty, moderately good looking, and in above average shape you ought to score more in Mo-Bay than Wilt Chamberlain on a good night.

      And Wilt could score in more ways than one!
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Mattrick
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      Billy Bob,

      Great series of reports! Makes me want to jump on a plane tomorrow!
      I nominate Ford and you for inclusion into reports of distinction.

      Excelsior,

      Mattrick
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Ford
      Inactive

      Billy Bob,

      I am writing this from an internet cafe on Maximo Gomez in downtown Santo Domingo but I wanted to take the time to give you a great big shout-out for your fine work!

      I want to thank you for being so generous with your kind words re: my advice. But, my friend your work has put me to shame!

      You writing is informative, entertaining and humorous. All round great work!

      Don´t forget Hunter´s board is an amazingly power resource. With its 150,000 members a positive report (or series of positive reports) can really "put a place on the map". Let´s hope we did this for MoBay and that the people we mentioned and the places we talked about can profit from it.

      I can´t wait to see where you surface next, because I´m certain you will do just as a good a job in directing future travelers here as well!

      You´re a real asset to this forum even if you look do like Jimmy Carter. (lol)

      cheers all.............
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Billy_Bob
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      Prospects - Day One

      Thanks for the nice compliment Mattrick. Even being mentioned in the same sentence with Ford is an honor. I’m sure both of us would appreciate your nomination. And Ford, I'm not quite done with Jamaica but next week I head off for Nicaragua and Guanacaste, Costa Rica. But I digress!

      The best way to keep the four “chases” organized is to recount what happened on a day-to-day basis. Telling the story this way will give you a sense of the intrigue and juggling more or less as it happened.

      I was in Jamaica from Tuesday around noon until Saturday at about the same time. That gave me four days and nights of mongering to my heart’s content.

      Once checked in and unpacked I always go for a walk to scout the terrain and acquire provisions. For me provisions include wine and booze and a few munchies.

      My first “chase” began at the store where I bought the snacks. Two women were working, and both were quite attractive. When I paid for my snacks I said to the woman who was checking me out, “Wow, what a great smile. You must have the best smile in Mo-Bay.”

      At this point she turned her eyes away and giggled like a school girl. She obviously liked the compliment but was a bit embarrassed. I asked her name, and for purposes of this report she told me it was Anne. We conversed for a few moments and then I said, “Why don’t we have dinner tonight? I need someone to show me around Mo-Bay.”

      At this point her co-worker perked up and began taking an intense interest in the conversation. “I can’t tonight”, said Anne. “I’ve got plans already”.

      “Tomorrow night then.”

      “Well, we’ll see. You come in tomorrow”.

      “I will do that very thing”, says me.

      You will note that at no time did she say:

      “Are you daffy? Why the hell would I want to have dinner with some pushy honkie, especially one as old and ugly as you?”

      She didn’t come close to saying anything like that. In fact, she said “We’ll see”. I took that to be pretty good work for my first hour in town.

      After unloading all my goodies it was time for a walk in the opposite direction. Their is a big park right in front of the Wexford. You can start the walk to downtown Mo-Bay by taking a left and walking along a trail in that park.

      When I began walking I noticed a woman ahead of me by maybe fifty yards. I was walking more quickly than she and eventually we were side-by-side, a coincidence at least worthy of, “Hi, how ya do’ in?” It turned out she was fine and wondered the same about my health. A conversation was thus initiated and we proceeded apace toward downtown.

      We’ll call number two Brenda. On the scale of any respectable mongerer she was no more than a five but she did possess a very impressive pair of boobs. It was also clear that she was not a daytime SW. She was wearing a chino skirt, a very conservative cotton blouse and a baseball cap. In our conversation she revealed that she and her aunt had a booth at the crafts market which is between the hotel and downtown. Brenda, like Anne, was between 25 and 30.

      It took about fifteen minutes before we reached the edge of downtown. I wanted to go into the mall to find a store where I could get my cell phone working. Brenda followed along and was right with me as we entered. The entrance to the mall was like Times Square on New Year’s Eve. Once inside I realized Brenda had vanished into this sea of black faces. In retrospect I think I know why, but at the time I just figured she had somewhere else to go. It didn’t really matter because I had no interest in pursuing the possibilities of having sex with Brenda.

      Across from the store where I got the my phone fixed, or rather where I was educated on how to make it work in Jamaica, there is a beauty salon. As I left the phone store one of the hair dressers was leaning against the rail that looks down on the first floor.

      Now this was a really stunning young woman that I could get real interested in knowing intimately. What did I have to lose if I tried to make her acquaintance? Nothing, that’s what! So I walked over and said.

      “Hi, if you don’t mind I have a question.”

      “Okay”, she said.

      “Could you tell me why in the world I am the only white guy in this whole place?”

      She laughed and said, “No I can’t.

      I asked her name and we’ll call her Carol. We talked for a few minutes but she was obviously uncomfortable and kept saying she had to get back to work. I inquired when her lunch hour was and asked if I could buy her lunch the next day. She told me that she only had a half hour. No problem, I said, we’ll eat at the KFC across the street. She agreed with this idea and we set a date for 1:00 the next day at the KFC. Normally I avoid KFCs like I avoid gangrene, but this was business.

      Feeling fairly satisfied with my day’s work, I caught a cab back to the hotel where a nap seemed like a great idea.

      Careful readers will know that later on that first evening I ended up at The Relaxation and Rejuvenation Center where I had a perfectly wonderful time.

      And I also had two "investments" on the line.
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply
    • Billy_Bob
      Inactive

      Prospects - Day Two Prospects - Day Two:

      Moments after arising I was rummaging around the room trying to find the phone number that Kendra from the massage parlor had written on a little slip of paper. The plan was for her to come over in the afternoon, but I said I would call to confirm. Unfortunately I was not locating her number.

      To ease my frustration I threw on some shorts and went out in search of coffee. Within a few minutes I was sitting in a place that would become my breakfast spot throughout the trip. The coffee might not have been as good as at the Wexford, but the waitress was an incredible feast for the orbs. This was a girl somewhere between eighteen and twenty who, depending upon the talent score, could have been Miss Jamaica. We exchanged no more than pleasantries. She was much too young for me.

      After breakfast I returned to the hotel to continue my search for Kendra’s number and had no luck whatever. This was not good. The prospect of spending the afternoon with Kendra was becoming an obsession that I might not be able to fulfill.

      Then I remembered the need to keep my other fire burning, and decided to pay a call on Anne. I walked down to the store and was greeted warmly by both of the ladies.

      “So Anne” I said. “Are we going to have dinner together tonight?”

      Anne replies with a series of “hems” and “haws” adding up to a negative response. Meanwhile her co worker has become thoroughly engaged in the drama.

      “Go on Anne, go. You know you want to. She wants to. Ask her again.”

      “She’s right Anne, you want to,” I chime in.

      Anne is chuckling and averting her eyes.

      “Okay, a drink then. How about a drink at the Bobsled after work?” says me.

      “Oh, no I couldn’t do that. Maybe lunch”, says Anne.

      Now this presented a problem. I already had a lunch date with Carol at the Kentucky Fried Chicken next to the mall. Carol was not only more alluring but I also believed a better prospect that Anne so the choice was a no brainer.

      I did, however, assume that Anne’s suggesting lunch was an expression of some interest and thought it appropriate to make the nature of my interest expressly clear.

      “If we went to lunch you would have to be back here in an half hour or an hour at most”, I said. “That wouldn’t leave us much time for the fun stuff. Let’s aim for dinner tomorrow night. Then we’ll have plenty of time for whatever happens.”

      Having made my intention perfectly clear I waited for Anne’s response which was: “Okay, maybe tomorrow.”

      As I left the store she and the coworker were arguing about why Anne had used the word maybe.

      After catching some rays by the pool I headed back to the room and dressed for lunch. Then I headed out for my lunch date. As I was crossing the driveway toward the park I spied a familiar face. It was Beverly.

      My immediate thought was that this was no coincidence. Beverly had been waiting for me to leave the hotel. If the situation were reversed I would have been accused of stalking.

      She stood still until I was within a few feet and then said,
      “I’ve been waiting for you.” I asked her why and her response was something to the effect that she was sorry we had gotten separated. I explained that I was headed downtown to meet a friend for lunch. She walked along beside me. As we approached the area where she works she asked if we could get together again.

      I’m way too vain to refuse a woman who is pursuing me, and it has been many a moon since this phenomena has occurred. I was compelled to say, “Sure, I’ll meet you at Margaritaville at 5:00”. She agreed and headed to her crafts booth.

      Carol was waiting for me at KFC. We had greasy special #3 and she wolfed it down like it was the last plate of vittles on the planet. I learned that she was new to Mo-Bay having been in town only three weeks. Her home was some backwater village that I have been unable to find on fairly detailed maps of the country.

      By the time we were returning our trays I was completely intrigued with this woman. When answering questions she was shy and naïve but she was also confident and assertive in talking about what she wanted to achieve in life. Most important I learned that she did not have a current boyfriend or husband. We agreed to meet for lunch again on Thursday, two days away.

      Beverly was waiting for me outside Margaritaville when I arrived. We had two outrageously expensive Margaritas and as they were being consumed I learned that Beverly was the mother of two young children and lived in the same house as the father of those offspring.

      I immediately concluded that daddy would probably expect his dinner in the next couple of hours, and that the prospect of bedding Beverly for the evening was dim.

      I did make bold to suggest that Beverly might want to come knocking on my door in the morning before work. She certainly knew where I was staying. She needed only the room number. I supplied same and an invitation but did not expect anything further would transpire.

      When I got back to the hotel Kendra had called and left her number. I returned the call and we made arrangements for her to come see me at 11:00AM on the morrow.

      That evening I met a lovely professional who came highly recommended by one of the boys. It was a fulfilling, but not especially memorable encounter.

      In fact, during the whole time I was somewhat preoccupied with my future prospects.

      Their will be a brief interruption before the next episode. I am headed for Central America tomorrow and unlike Ford I cannot compose while sitting at an Internet Café. The story will continue when I return in one week.
      Posted 8 years ago | #Reply

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