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How Much The Trip Cost


A question I’m being asked is how much the trip ended up costing me. I’ll let you guess first. Person closest to the actual amount wins a autographed copy of Bang.


1. The total amount does not include airfare to and from South America (~$1500).

2. It includes purchases I made that will be used back at home, like a replacement camera, flash cards, and t-shirts.

3. It includes small gifts I bought for about a dozen or so people.

4. Even though I did stay in hostels, I don’t think I roughed it compared to others. I ate out 90% of the time and never camped.

5. I had only one flight within South America.

Contest ends Thursday at noon. Winner and the answer will be revealed on Friday. You can comment with an anonymous name but leave an email address in case you win.

Good luck!

I Wasn’t Kidding

In my six month update post I told you guys that I’ve been regularly working out at the gym. That’s noticeable in this video I made upon my return. I was just messing around with my new webcam.

Brazilian Girls


Most Brazilian girls look like half-Middle Eastern and half-Western European, darker than Argentine girls but lighter than girls from other South American countries. Since Brazil is similar to the United States with its large immigrant influence, it’s harder to pin down their physical features as easily as the Argentine girl.

If the average girl in a US club ranks a 5, and in an Argentina club she ranks a 7, in Brazil she’d be somewhere between a 6 and 7. This means the average Brazilian girl is bangable, but what separates Brazilian girls from the others is their vibe. If you are a guy and you look at a Brazilian girl, your mind jumps to sexual thoughts much faster than usual. Since it is not because she is more attractive, I think it’s a combination of body and body language. Having a larger than average ass helps. Argentine girls are beautiful dolls you want to show off on your arm, but Brazilian girls you want to get to the bedroom. American girls are a mixture, excelling at neither.

Most Brazilian girls in Rio speak English, and it’s not hard to see why with an English school on every other block. Your approach will be the same as on American girls, and their initial response will be the same as well (sometimes a little aloof), but what’s different in that if the Brazilian girl is feeling your game, things ramp up quickly and within two minutes it will be obvious if things will progress. She will ask you a bunch of questions, ask you to dance, or ask you to come hang out with her friends. You will get the “kiss me” vibe much faster than other girls as well, and the head turn you see in Argentine girls simply doesn’t exist here. Brazilian girls can be extremely aggressive if they like you, which means grabbing you or kissing you outright. To me that is novel and fun, but to some Brazilian guys it is annoying.

Argentina is the biggest conformist culture I’ve seen, more so than the United States. Argentine girls have the exact same hair, shoes, jeans, and even cut-off shirts. And they all smoke. One reason it’s so hard to select an Argentine girl out of a group you approached is being they are carbon copies of each other, but Brazil’s culture is more individualistic where creativity is rewarded (wait until you see pictures from the Carnival parade). Girls in the same group are very different so it will be rare you are debating between two of them.

Some problems that exist in the United States exist in Brazil as well. If you move up the socioeconomic ladder to the Brazilians who are wealthy and hold Western culture as their idol, their attitude will be just as bad or as worse than the yuppie lawyers you may hit on in DC. But there is less of a problem that a girl who ranks a 7 in Brazil will pretend she is an 8 or higher, as is common in some U.S. cities.

The best thing about Brazilian girls is they play far fewer games. I think it’s because they simply don’t know how. Many times I’m dealing with a Brazilian girl and think, “Doesn’t she know she is making it so obvious she likes me?” They show affection fast and often. On the other hand, American girls are professionals at playing games that slow down the interaction. If you show genuine affection to an American girl you are casually dating, you will be punished in some way. The interaction always has to be breezy so no one is showing “too much” interest, whatever too much is. (A person cannot handle affection if they don’t know how to give it.) The Brazilian girl is so unbreezy that you don’t have to think about regulating or keeping track of the affecting you give—in fact you won’t even be able to keep up with her. The way I view and interact with women would be completely different if I was raised dating Brazilian girls; I would put so much less mental energy into girls this blog probably wouldn’t exist.

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I’m Back


Did I miss anything?

The Worst Hostel In South America

I stayed in the worst hostel in South America for ten nights. If you are wondering why I didn’t leave, it’s because I was trapped after pre-paying for Carnival. Constructing this photo montage helped me cope.

Let’s start with my bunk bed.


I had the top bunk, which turned out to be the best bed in my fourteen bed pen. I used the locker behind me as a nightstand. Still sleeping is an Englishman who would sing a song called “Do your balls hang low” when drunk.

Here’s my repaired foam pillow:


I didn’t mind the foam so much but it was not very clean (think traveler drool sponge), and many times I’d wake up with my skin touching it.

Here’s a typical mattress, with diarrhea or urine stain, probably both. It was made of the same foam material as the pillows and compressed to the thickness of a slice of Chicago style pizza when layed upon.


I got lucky with my bunk, and by lucky I mean a robber took everything I owned except my shoes so I could walk home naked, but the others were less fortunate.


Note the six inch space between the bunks. It was almost like they were sleeping in the same bed with each other. This room was still better than the one next door that had a large water leak no one could source, or the room nicknamed “the shed” which was damp and moldy.

There were two bathrooms I could use: one in my pen and one in the hallway which twenty other people shared. Here’s a picture of my bathroom:


As you can see, the sink needs to be repaired. About halfway through my stay, another Englishman decided to wash his feet in the sink after coming home from a night out. As he came crashing down to the floor with the sink at 6 o’clock in the morning, I bet he was both suprised and dissapointed that it was held up by what appears to be bookshelf brackets.

A sign put up my management after the incident was promptly defaced.


The sink was not repaired by the time I left. Here’s the other sink:


This sink had a drainage problem that management never fixed so for several days I used a shower stall as a sink. I could only use it while wearing flip-flops because of the splash-back. After each use I dried my shins along with my hands.

Here is the floor of the shared bathroom:


You see that black “water”? My flip flop would get just stuck enough in it that when the sole released the sewage mix splashed on my ankles. For this hostel I aggressively rearranged my number two schedule until after the maid cleaned up, but I was reluctant to urinate as well. The toilets would not flush properly so many times I was greeted in the bathroom with someone else’s feces in the bowl. There will not be a picture of that.

Here’s the security camera. Notice something wrong?


Speaking of security, there was a little favela within walking distance than the beach.

The accomodations were so bad that it was the main source of bonding with the other travelers. Many of us maintained countdowns to check out. If you find yourself in Rio de Janeiro, whatever you do, do not stay at Che Lagarto Budget hostel in Copacabana.

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Brazilian, Argentine, & American Girls


Brazilian: “Where are you from?”
Argentine: *Crickets*
American: “What do you do?”

Brazilian: Open toe slippers with some design
Argentine: Closed toe
American: Target brand flip flops

Brazilian: Hair length depends on current life stage
Argentine: Has either Argentine Girl Haircut #1 (long, with bangs) or Argentine Girl Haircut #2 (long, without bangs)
American: Short because long hair was “boring” or “too much work”

Brazilian: Makeout within 30 minutes
Argentine: Makeout if you played the game right, if the moon is aligned with Jupiter, and if her friends and little cousins like you
American: Makeout within 90 minutes

brazilian-ass.jpgBrazilian: Takes off your jeans and boxers
Argentine: Takes off her big earrings
American: Takes off her shoes

Brazilian: She feels comfortable after sex
Argentine: She feels like she just carried out an important life decision after sex
American: She feels like a slut after sex

Brazilian: Clingy
Argentine: Distant
American: Low self-esteem

Brazilian: Gives you head
Argentine: Does not give you head
American: Gives you head if you imply / ask, but secretly hates it

Brazilian: Anal region exploration strongly encouraged
Argentine: Anal regions forbidden
American: Depends on level of intoxication

Brazilian: Has two or three caiprinha’s
Argentine: Has only one drink, the free one that came with her cover charge
American: Stops drinking when she can no longer feel her friends judging her

Brazilian: Knows how to shake and jiggle her entire body
Argentine: Knows how to dance to house music without showing any sexuality
American: Knows how to rub her ass on a man’s erection

Brazilian: Five second marathon eye contact
Argentine: No eye contact
American: Multiple one second eye contacts

Brazilian: Treats you so well you wonder why she likes you that much
Argentine: Treats you like you are that guy on the corner selling hot dogs
American: Treats you like her favorite coworker

Brazilian: Asks you if you are on Orkut
Argentine: Asks you if you are on MSN chat
American: Google’s you the second she finds out your last name. Uses results to judge your long-term relationship potential.

Brazilian: Licks your face
Argentine: Kisses like her parents are watching
American: Sucks your neck

Brazilian:Dance With Me” by 112
Argentine:Enjoy The Silence” by Depeche Mode
American:Back That Ass Up” by Juvenile

Brazilian: Most extra fat winds up in ass
Argentine: Borderline anorexic
American: Rolls of meat around waist

Brazilian: “I like you”
Argentine: Pretends she doesn’t like you when she really does
American: “You’re nice”

Brazilian: Likes social drinking with friends
Argentine: Likes people watching with friends
American: Likes watching TV alone at home with tub of ice cream

Brazilian: Ugly tattoos
Argentine: Ugly piercings and ugly sunglasses
American: Ugly sunglasses

Brazilian: “I need to bang that.”
Argentine: “Wow she is really pretty.”
American: “She looks easy.”

Brazilian: Always answers the phone
Argentine: Always responds to text messages
American: Would miss the call from the President of France if he happened to call

Brazilian: If you like emotional girls who want to please you
Argentine: If you like frigid girls who chain smoke and act stupid
American: If you like frigid girls who act stupid

It is possible that my experience with Brazilian girls have been extraordinary, but then I wouldn’t be the only one. Second place is hard to place; if the Argentine girl and American girl are equally attractive, I don’t think it makes a large enough difference, but since Argentines are much cuter, it will depend on how much you value a pretty face.

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Six Months Update

When I was learning how to surf in Uruguay, I met a lot of surfers and they told me that it takes many years to get good, implying that I will suck for quite some time. I didn’t mind because the process of learning how to surf is very fun. I could always stay a beginner and I’d be fine with that, but I’m no longer enjoying the “process” of traveling through South America. As bad as I want to go to Sao Paulo, Salvador, Jericoacoara, and on to Venezuela to Merida, and to Colombia, especially Cartegena and Cali, I simply have no motivation or desire to continue.

At first I thought I was physically beaten. My body has been through a lot, but I’ve been visiting gyms since Argentina and go often here in Rio. Besides my stomach, which is better than two months ago, I’m in the best shape of my life. I think I’m just mentally beaten, homesick and in need of a stable, productive routine. I want to hit the pause button and process the past six months of my life.

Here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to come home and for one month it’s going to be great. I’m going to see my family, hang out with my friends, catch up with my favorite music, go to the bookstore and read once again, relax in coffee shops that don’t mind me sitting around for three hours, and get back to 100% health. Then reality of the boring, stiff, and beachless DC scene will hit and I will ask myself why the fuck did I come back, especially since I love Rio. Even though I know that is what’s going to happen, I still want to come back, and that is how I know I’m ready to come back. I’m disappointed I failed to fulfill my random dream of visiting every country in South American in one go, but I’m not losing sleep over it.

So the adventure ends. I’ll be home soon.

Sugar Loaf
Sugar Loaf

Can’t Have It Both Ways

Let’s take a lawyer who makes six figures. His lifestyle matches his income so he has a nice condo, a nice car, and expensive tastes. The monthly upkeep is hefty. He has a 401k but is overworked and gets at most one month of vacation a year that he takes in one week increments. Since he is tired, he’ll probably pick a nice beach resort or comfortable European city. His girlfriends are also successful and they expect him to stay successful. Taking random several month breaks to travel or relax is unacceptable; you don’t go to law school and work hard to move up in the firm to save money for a few years and then quit.

Let’s take a bartender or some sort of freelancer. He has low upkeep because he has few wants. His main expense is rent. When he’s tired of his job or his city, he takes off for a month or two at a time, picking up work when he can. He’s free and sees more of the world but money is always a problem and he always has to hustle. He hates his shitty apartment, his disrespectful roommates, and public transportation. And there’s always that nagging feeling in the back of his head that he should have higher status or be more successful. When his girlfriends get mad, they tell him he’s a loser bum.

Where’s the middle ground? How about a 30 hour work-week that doesn’t involve working for a restaurant or bar that pays well and lets you comfortably take two months off a year. Why can’t that be the American dream of owning a McShack, drowning in debt, and spending hours commuting to and from a mediocre job you’d quit if you can?

Even for the people who love their jobs, they are still spending a third of their waking life in an office building trading their labor for an income less than it’s making someone else. I’m sure a lot of those hours can be better spent doing something else.

Either be wage monkey defined by your valuable crap or watch every cent and pray you don’t get sick. Some dream.


We are such a pussyfied culture. Here you can drink a can of beer on the street without getting arrested. You can buy a stick of sausage from someone who put their BBQ grill on wheels. Clubs serve alcohol until 5am or later. Pot is smoked openly on the beach and in clubs. Fireworks are legal, even in stadiums (just watch your head.) People can sell hats or electric fly swatters on the street without needing a permit. At night you can urinate against any free wall or fence. The subway doors close with only a beep, not a complicated directive. Sixteen year olds have a drink in the bar and it’s not a big deal. You can talk your way in without ID. You can pay your way out of getting arrested. There is no speed traps or sobriety checkpoints. If you step out of line the cops will give you a beating, not execution by taser.

Culture is the United States is stale and governed by too much authority. We are all treated like little children so we act like little children, needing constant entertainment and distractions. By the time we get into a bar we get drunk because it’s now such a big deal.

There is pleasure in a mix of chaos and freedom, where not everything is predictable and safe.

Introduction To Brazilian Girls

The way some guys talked up Rio it seemed like I’d be getting head within 30 minutes of stepping off the bus. It’s ridiculous that I have to state this, because there was a second or two where I was hoping it was true, but not all Brazilian girls are easy and ready to fuck you within a few minutes.

On one side you have the poor favela chicks. As a carioca (Rio native) put it: “For them it is a dream to go out with a gringo to a dinner that costs more than they make in a month. The sex is not important—they’ve been doing that since they were 14.” Poor favela chicks are very easy, but quality is a serious problem. It’s not uncommon to see a decent looking gringo getting with a girl he should not be touching. It would be a shame if you came to Rio to bang favela chicks.

On the other side is the rich and very beautiful girls that are out of reach to the gringo due to time or social status / circle issues.

Then you have the large middle where the girls are educated and have regular jobs. Some are very pretty with fantastical asses and some are frumpy and average. Some are easy but others are surprisingly conservative. But in general the girls are prettier and easier than American girls—at least 50% easier. They are more friendly, they makeout super quick, and give less resistance to the bedroom. While there is zero guarantee you will get action when you go out, you’re a huge idiot if you go out at night without cheap motel money and a condom or three.

Two things are important:

1. You must know where to go. If you go to the rich and snobby clubs then it may actually be harder. Go to the smaller venues not known for posing. Because it takes time to find good places, a gringo visiting for a short stay may miss out on the “friendlier” girls.

2. Game plays big. Lots of girls speak English so if you have decent game you will see a gigantic jump in the quality you get compared to the gringos who simply have drunk game. I shouldn’t have to say it but approaching is still the number one thing you do to help yourself out here. Just like anywhere else, the girls who approach you outright will be ones you don’t want.

Now it’s my turn to add to the hype. Until Brazil I’ve never in my life had a very pretty girl ask me to spend the night with her a couple hours after meeting. If you are American then you are trained to think that only desperate chicks would do such a thing, but it’s quite common for Brazilian girls to show affection very fast and do much (or all) of the work to take things to the bedroom. Desperate or not, it’s very welcomed. I’m not saying you don’t have to stay on point to make things happen, but you can relax a little. Again, you will have to work just like you would at home, and you will be rejected and flaked on like you would at home, but you are rewarded faster, more often, and with better quality.

This leads to the number one rule of Rio:

Do not date the first girl you have sex with, even if she is just as good or better then what you get at home.

Keep her on the side and go out even more. You’ll understand what I mean when you get down here.

I love Rio, and it will be the my longest stay out of all the cities I’ve visited, but I wish I came before South America beat the shit out of me. It takes a lot of energy to enjoy everything it has to offer. And if you come here with a competent wingman, you can do tremendous damage in a short amount of time.

While not every guy gets laid in Rio, it’s very hard not to if you put in some effort.

Older Women

After interacting with dozens of young girls on this trip from many countries, I’ve come to the realization that I’m not as into them as I thought. The motivation to pursue is very low because they are either annoying / boring or have no clue how to turn on a man, especially girls around the 18-year-old range. Maybe they are great if you want to be a teacher, who knows, but it seems like a girl doesn’t start being sexually aware and interesting until she approaches her mid 20’s. You need to catch them at the sweet spot where she looks good and knows how to please you but is not yet corrupted by many relationship failures. That sweet spot is a window of varying length depending on what country the girl is from (American girls do not have the biggest window).

My beliefs are being challenged here. I have met very cool women in their late 20’s and early 30’s who have taken such good care of themselves (or are blessed with good genetics) that you can’t really say their looks have peaked. What applies to women in the United States does not apply to women in the rest of the world.

Any Guesses?


I Don’t Even Care Anymore

I had a good run without any health problems or scares for about five days.

On Sunday my hands started erupting into an itchy rash. By Tuesday I was covered with at least a hundred red dots throughout my body with debilitating itching. I did some internet self-diagnosis (I chose scabies) before going to an English-speaking dermatologist the next day. He diagnosed me with papular urticaria, an allergic reaction to insect bites such as bed bugs, which the hostel room I just left had tons of. He said it will take about a week to clear. The spots may remain for some time.

Off the top of my head…

-Current unresolved stomach issue
-Many many colds
-Mysterious viral infection (body aches)
-Rabies vaccine side effects (dizziness)

I’ve stepped foot in two doctors offices and four hospitals. There was also that house call where the doctor’s assistant injected a dose of cipro into my ass. I think he hit a nerve because I couldn’t put weight on one leg for half an hour.

I guess my body is not made for travel.