Pooning in Playa DelCarmen
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My personal opinion is to not to.
Too many potential problems in a foreign country with a corrupt police force.
And the times I've been (3 to Playa, 2 to Cancun, 1 to Huatulco and 1 to Cozumel) there were no shortage of horny women to play with.
It does depend on the resort and if you are alone or not.
The first couple of times I was there I did not indulge too much because my daughter was younger.
The last 3 times when she was older and we invited a friend, they kept themselves busy enough I was able to hook up quite a bit.
Lots of single ladies and even married ones on "girls vacays" looking for some NSA fun.
Cheers
Too many potential problems in a foreign country with a corrupt police force.
And the times I've been (3 to Playa, 2 to Cancun, 1 to Huatulco and 1 to Cozumel) there were no shortage of horny women to play with.
It does depend on the resort and if you are alone or not.
The first couple of times I was there I did not indulge too much because my daughter was younger.
The last 3 times when she was older and we invited a friend, they kept themselves busy enough I was able to hook up quite a bit.
Lots of single ladies and even married ones on "girls vacays" looking for some NSA fun.
Cheers
We saw Federales in their pickups every day in Huatulco.
One day in the market they came through with two big truckloads of soldiers in full combat gear. Clearly looking for something, but it put any thought of hanky panky right out of my mind.
Dreams or the Barcelo are party places, lots of hot horny civilians. I would definitely not poon off the resort.
FWIW this week a Canadian couple were found dead in the jacuzzi in their hotel room in Playa del Carmen. Supposedly the man had a heart attack and the woman died of asphyxiation. No further details.
One day in the market they came through with two big truckloads of soldiers in full combat gear. Clearly looking for something, but it put any thought of hanky panky right out of my mind.
Dreams or the Barcelo are party places, lots of hot horny civilians. I would definitely not poon off the resort.
FWIW this week a Canadian couple were found dead in the jacuzzi in their hotel room in Playa del Carmen. Supposedly the man had a heart attack and the woman died of asphyxiation. No further details.
Just wanted to add something. Both places in Huatulco had tight security. I stayed at another one this spring, they checked us in and out at the gate. There would be zero chance of sneaking a lady into your room, or even onto the property.
That's what he told her. Meanwhile he was off banging the MILF he met on the beach yesterday.
years ago, while driving north up the baja peninsula on a day when the highway was deserted, i spotted a vehicle in the rear view mirror that was a couple of miles back. my spidey senses immediately kicked in, so i reduced my speed to the speed limit and asked my girlfriend not to light up any more joints, and to dig out our passports, because in my opinion we were soon going to have official visitors
sure enough, about twenty minutes later the vehicle caught up to us, and sure as shit it was an army truck full of soldiers in full combat gear... and sure as shit, they waved me over
the soldiers all jumped out of the back of the truck and surrounded us, then the corporal and the sergeant (who was driving) climbed out and swaggered their way up to the front windows, the sergeant on my side, and the corporal on my girlfriend's side. luckily i speak spanish well enough to (sort of) understand and be understood, and the sergeant told me this long tale about how they were the 'green angels' as they were known at the time, whose job it was to patrol the baja highway and help out any tourists that they found in trouble. this was a considerable relief to me!
he went on to say that their commanding officer (at which point the corporal spat noisily on the ground and muttered something about the co's mother being a puta
) was a clever (son of a puta) who figured out that when the boys went on 'patrol' they instead went to the nearest town and bought beer for the outpost which apparently caused 'problemas' ound: the co's solution was to fill the truck with only enough gasoline to get the soldiers half-way to the town, at which point they would have to turn back in order not to run out of gas before they got back to the baseso he said what they do is go to the town anyway and buy beer, then beg gas from tourists to have enough to make it back to the outpost... and did i have enough gas to spare to give them any?
well i figured that fell into the category of an offer that i couldn't refuse so i said sure. then he said did i have a piece of hose, because the (son of the grand puta) co made sure they didn't have any hoses hidden on the truck before they left
well, like any well prepared dude, i actually did have a piece of hose, and a smallish plastic bucket as well! the sergeant was overjoyed, and clapped me heartily on the shoulder and called me amigo... at this point the soldiers all lowered their rifles and lit up the canadian export 'a' cigarettes that i distributed and started to joke and laugh and cat-call the sergeant as he siphoned some gas out of my tank. of course he had to prove his masculiity by swallowing some of the gas and making a big deal of spitting it out and making a big macho face... to the howls of approval of the troops!
having gotten enough gas to get them back to the outpost, he poured it into the truck's tank, then asked me if i drank beer. my answer was an immediate, 'how not?' (in espanol, 'como no? followed by another howl of laughter from the troops and a good many cat-calls for the sergeant. the sergeant then led me to the truck and threw open the tops to the lockers that doubled as the seats in the back of the truck and lo, there they were, FILLED with ice and cans of tecate (the only beer that a man will drink i was told by the sergeant), and to help myself
at this point, i decided that since i was in the company of some 'real' mexican men, i told my girlfriend (in english) that i was sorry, but would she please get the beers, and to get as many as she could carry in her arms, which was about 8. upon seeing this, the sergeant barked out orders to the troops to help out the woman, so by the end of the day we ended up with about 6 dozen tecates in exchange for about 8 litres of gasoline
with a salute and much shaking of hands, the green angels headed off, all smiles and waves, leaving us to contemplate the vagarities of travel in mexico. my girlfriend magically produced a joint, we cracked a couple of tecates, and she said to me, 'you handled that rather well!'
and THAT is a true story - just as it happened
Cuba was great for me. I managed to hook up with a Trinidadian girl there, and got a female staff member of the resort to come over to my room for a couple of hours after I took her out for the day.
