Modus Operandi

The night life in Valpo wasn't so bad considering we were there mid-week.  The strange thing is that, just like on weekends, the clubs don't get busy until after 1:00 am, usually closer to 2:00 am.  There was one gay bar and a gay club right next to each other within walking distance from our hostel, so we checked it out both nights.  Neither was anything spectacular, although the bar had an upstairs and downstairs that wasn't even open, so I'm curious to know how much busier it gets on the weekend.  The club was decent enough, with an upstairs bar and dance area, and two more bars and dance area downstairs.  The building was pretty old and had a dungeon like feel to the basement, with stone walls making for an interesting atmosphere.  Sean likened it to the bar in the movie From Dusk Till Dawn. 

 

Unfortunately, I joined the ranks of petty theft victims my first night in Valpo.  I went home with a guy from the bar who seemed nice enough, but the next morning I noticed my wallet was gone, and I'm positive I had it when I walked into his place.  After the experience in Lima, we learned not to carry much on us whenever we go out, so the guy only got the equivalent of about $25 USD, but unfortunately, my CA drivers license was also in the wallet, which was useful to carry as ID since I will not go out with my passport.  As with the guys in Lima, this guy lived in one of those buildings with a private bedroom and shared bathrooms, kitchen, etc.  I guess that should have been a warning sign, but my biggest mistake was that I decided to stay over so I was asleep for a few hours, which is obviously when he stole my wallet.  When I realized the wallet was gone in the morning, I literally went through everything in his room, his bag, dresser, flipped the mattresses, etc, but he could have stashed it anywhere, so it was pointless.  I guess the sex and robbery sceme is just the modus operandi down here in South America.  You meet a guy at the bar, go home with him, have good sex, then realize at some point he ripped you off.  It's almost like a twisted form of prostitution!  I don't know why they don't just work as rent boys. It would be a hell of a lot more honest and respectable of a profession in my eyes. 

 

Nevertheless, we went back to the same bar and club Thursday night and had a decent time.  On our way back, some random young guy on the street asked if we were coming back from the gay bar and asked if we wanted to go back to his place for afterhours.  Sure, why not, he was really cute and we were together.  His friends were actually quite nice and excited to practice their English.  The guy who invited us over seemed to be the only gay one among two of three other guys and two or three girls.  One of the guys actually lived and worked in Tijuana for a while so it was nice talking to them.  To make a long story short, once the young guy pulled me aside and started making out with me, Sean decided to go home, and I stayed and had sex with the guy while his friends continued drinking and partying in the other room.  Then I left and went back to the hostel with all my money.  The only thing I left were my socks, which I did intentionally because I went to the bathroom and didn't notice the dirty standing water on the floor until I stepped in it.  Disguting!