Monger Matt’s Mexican Adventure ……Final Part
Day of Departure
It was quite a bonus that with my flight not leaving until that evening I still had the best part of the day to enjoy Mexico City, extended if you like. Check out of the hotel was not until 1pm but wanting to make the very most of the day I checked out at 11pm leaving my suitcase and bags in left luggage with the concierge.
After having breakfast in Zona Rosa my plan was to go back to Calle San Pablo to see what other pleasures there might take my fancy (also, I couldn’t stop thinking about the good sex session with the nice Indian looking girl the day before) and then if I felt up to it energy wise, I would take a walk to Pino Suarez Plaza San Lucas and maybe have a beer right there in the Plaza and chill out a bit before the long journey home.
But there was more, after all that walking around and hopefully fucking, I had that morning booked an afternoon appointment for an hour’s full body massage at a Spa advertised and highly recommend in another quite pleasant tourist and residential district of Mexico City called Condesa situated to the SW of Zona Rosa and also conveniently located on the Metro. Here I would relax having all my aches and pains soothed away and benefit too by taking a shower in the Spa ready for the long flight home.
Back in Calle San Pablo
Travelling on the Metro to Merced and leaving at the correct street exit was now almost second nature to me.
Every time I walked down this road I wanted to take a good picture of the street scene where it was the busiest, but every time it didn’t feel right, I felt I was being watched and now with it being my very last chance I was more determined now than ever on my last morning in Mexico City to get that good snap shot with my mobile phone.
Sexy black tights, Knee Socks
Walking down San Pablo even at that time in the morning before Midday there was a fair selection of hookers to choose from and I got a few smiles from those girls who recognized me from my last visits. I had not even walked half way down the street when a Mexican chick wearing tight blue denim shorts over sexy black tights standing next to somebody also nice-looking wearing a short revealing skirt with sexy knee socks definitely caught my eye with both of them returning my smile, and what I did next by turning down the next street before returning, I thought, back for a threesome probably had a bearing on, and was relevant to me making it onto the plane that evening.
Starting to get an erection at the same time just thinking about those two bawdy looking girls, out of curiosity I left San Pablo to check out the streets next to the two Short time fuck hotels I had visited previously but seeing nothing of interest, on the way back to where the hookers were standing I noticed two policemen standing near Las Cruses street. Crossing to the other side of the road to where the street pavement stalls were, I walked up and down past the stall holders with my mobile in my hand trying to discreetly (not!) take pictures through the gaps in the traffic of any good examples on the other side.
Claimed to be undercover police officers
The more covert I was trying to be, obviously the more I was drawing attention to myself so it was my own stupidity really when appearing out of nowhere blocking my way and saying ‘Halt Police’ to me were two (claimed to be) undercover police officers. Quite lean and physically fit looking with an air of military about him, showing me first what looked like a police detectives badge, one of them asked me for my ID so wisely or unwisely I pulled out of my pocket a copy of my passport and handed the piece of paper over to one of them who examined it and shaking his head passed it to his colleague who did the same thing telling me ‘Illegal, illegal’ and that I must show them correct ID. For this request, I knew they were right for by law in Mexico any tourist or foreigner must carry with them at all times on their person the Entry Registration card which was originally stamped at immigration for inspection at any time (but at the same time if you lose it or it gets teared or damaged in your trouser pocket you are fucked when you try to leave the country), so now starting to get worried I had no choice but to just play dumb.
And still holding in my other hand my ‘Smoking gun’ mobile phone evidence containing most of the pictures I took in Mexico including most of the women from those Short time fuck hotels sessions I had, I found myself facing a serious conundrum, do I just walk away? But if they are real police officers, risk being arrested for trying to resist arrest and be searched thoroughly and possibly have my phone confiscated right there in the street perhaps, but if I stay, what if they are not real police officers, but criminals trying a scam and if so what might happen to me?
Fear, and fear of the unknown
Surely the longer I stayed where I was the worse the situation would become and the decider there and then for me was fear, when the one who showed me the police id badge started making a call on his mobile phone but to whom, asking for more people, calling for a car perhaps? Fear of the unknown, I took back the copy of my passport the other person was holding and pointing to the other side of the road I said ‘Police, I go now to police’, and started to cross the road making my escape.
And at that point not knowing if I was being pursued, and hoping, when I crossed over the road that the same police I saw before were still down that side road, I was so relieved when I saw the police still there and walking over to them and still playing dumb, I explained that I was lost and showed the taxi hotel address card I still had and obligingly one of the policeman then stepped out into the middle of the road and commandeered a passing taxi to stop just for me and to take me to Zona Rosa.
Lucky escape, and I really do not know what I would have done had there been no police around.
That was it, play it safe and no more mongering if I was going to make it on the plane that evening and feeling more or less satisfied that those people were scammers and I wasn’t being pursued, in the taxi I instructed the driver to continue straight to the Spa address I had in Condesa and rather than feeling disappointed at the thought of not having a repeat now of the San Pablo pleasures of the day before, I felt so relieved that I was now safe and out of danger.
Condesa Spa Massage
More of a nice residential neighbourhood with a few tourist hotels, lots of restaurants and a bit of nightlife, Condesa was originally on my list as a possible place to stay in Mexico City. Therefore, with some time to kill before my massage I took the opportunity to walk around a bit. Leafy, but more spread out than Zona Rosa and although pleasant enough with some nice looking restaurants and a sense of feeling safe about the place, Zona Rosa still had the edge with more going on I thought.
The Massage I booked at Desertika Spa on Avenida Benjamin Franklin at a cost of 599 pesos for one hour was I thought excellent, and though kosher with not even a hint of a happy ending the therapists’ hands did wonders to my back and tired legs. Feeling clean after the shower, totally relaxed and feeling rejuvenated I got on the Metro at Patriotismo station back to Zona Rosa. Then collecting my left luggage and changing into new clothes back at the hotel, I got a private taxi to the airport for a bargain 200 pesos in time for the overnight flight back to London.