Around the World in 80 Girls: The Epic 3 Year Trip of a Backpacking Casanova

by Neil Skywalker

  We stood in line for the club and Argentinean girls approached him and started conversations. I was like, this guy is the real deal. A born natural who didn’t care about talking to girls in front of his hot girlfriend. I have seen so many guys who show real beta behavior when their girlfriends are around. This guy wasn’t bothered at all and neither was she.

  I made some approaches inside the club but the language barrier hit me hard and the girls who spoke English were kind of looking for free drinks. I was halfway through my 80-girls challenge and was positive that South America would be some sort of South East Asia all over again where I’d rack up the notches quickly. Having no idea how long my money would last I didn’t know the timeframe I had and thought I’d better start quick, I had a lot to making up to do after the bad time I had in Australia and New Zealand. Little did I know that Argentina was considered the hardest country in South America for picking up girls, and a long struggle had begun.

  On Sunday a new guest arrived in the dorm and I didn’t pay much attention to her when she walked in. She looked a bit thick from the other side of the room. My eyesight has been a cock-block to me sometimes because I have minus two on both sides but refuse to wear glasses in public and only tried contacts for a short while back in 2006. Making eye contact is hard when you can barely see someone’s eyes, especially in badly lighted clubs. I probably lost some bangs not noticing that girls were checking me out or trying to make eye contact with me. As I said before, I can be a pretty smart guy but with some things I’m dead stupid.

  Anyway, I was lying on my bed with my laptop when she walked in and I thought she wasn’t that good-looking. She said hi and asked me where I was from, the standard way of saying hello in backpacker land. I said Holland, and then she asked me if I had a pair of scissors – or “seizors” as she said with her exotic accent. “Yeah sure, I have some,” I said. She walked over and said she was from Brazil. She had taken off her jacket and as she turned around I saw she wasn’t a bit thick at all. She just had a big round Brazilian ass, a Bunda as they call it, a flat belly and a big pair of C-cups. I watched her walk away and talk to me and I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. My heart rate nearly doubled and I had instant movement in my pants. I had been with so many girls already that I wasn’t turned on anymore by merely seeing a girl, but not her. I wouldn’t say it was love at first sight, I was too numbed already by my previous experiences on my trip, but this girl brought back the fire in me. Her name was Charlize and she was on a ten-day holiday in Buenos Aires. She worked in a store in Sau Paulo and she was an obvious (hard) rocker type.

  Over the next few days we talked a lot and even did some sightseeing together. At night we sat on the floor in the hallway closely together with our backs against the wall. I showed her some YouTube vids and I put my leg and shoulder against her. This is always a good test to see if and how much a girl is in to you. She didn’t pull back and I felt excited like a teenage boy again. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I the stone cold womanizer banging his way around the world or a guy looking for true love? At that moment it looked like it was the latter, and the approach anxiety and minor depression I suffered in Australia and New Zealand had thrown me back to my old beta self.

  We went to see the movie Suckerpunch in the cinema. We sat closely together and twenty minutes into the movie I grabbed her hand and she immediately starting rubbing her thumb on my fingers. This was the go signal for me. We turned our heads and for the next hour we kissed and barely saw anything of the movie. We had to walk a long way back to the hostel and stopped everywhere to kiss. I used an old trick of mine, the “Look at this move”.

  The “Look at this move”

  When you walk down the street with a girl, act seriously and point at something in a store’s window and say, “Wow, look at this”. It doesn’t have to be anything special, anything will do. She’s curious and goes to look what you are pointing at. At this point you use the spin-move on her, grab her and kiss her. Girls LOVE this and I have used this trick dozens of times. You can also do this when walking around with a girl but you’re not sure if she likes you yet. It’s an excellent way of getting close to her and doing some touching. You can use it whether you’re just dating or have been married for forty years. It doesn’t matter. It makes you unpredictable and more exciting than the average guy who just holds her hand and tries to act interesting with some boring old story or bragging about his accomplishments in life. I’m probably not the inventor of the “Look at this move” but it always works very well.

  Or just say something like this: “O my god, look there” and point at some dark corner or alley. “Come here, I want to show you something” also works, push the girl into the dark where no one can see her or will judge her and make out there.

  Girls are self-conscious, especially in countries that are on the conservative and/or religious side. It’s the element of surprise and her being naughty that excites them. She has to trust you for this, don’t do it with a stranger or someone who is clearly not interested in you. I always make a lot of fun when walking down the street with a girl.

  For example: I ask the girl to tell me something about some boring statue and they start explaining stuff and I just make fun of them. They start hitting me on the shoulder and say that I’m such a mean guy. Once they say that, you are already an attractive guy in their opinion. Do not underestimate the element of surprise when picking up girls.

  When Charlize and I returned to the hostel it was already past midnight and a lot of people were already sleeping. We sat on the couch in the internet room and kept making out. She turned off the lights and sat towards me on my lap and my hands went over her big round bunda. She took her shirt off and was sitting in front of me in only her bra. It was late but people could still walk in. My hands went up to her boobs and massaged them, and she took her bra off too. I couldn’t believe my eyes and hands. Her breasts were absolutely perfect. My first thought was that they were fake, but I was afraid to ask since the last time I did that gave me a funny reaction. We had no place to have sex but talked about going to a motel the next time.

  The next day I met an American girl named Elizabeth, who had traveled South America a bit but had now decided to stay in Buenos Aires for a while. She was a nice-looking girl and was running a nice blog about her travels and her stay in Buenos Aires. We got talking about blogging and I showed her my blog. She was surprised when she saw the title but interested at the same time.

  Girls are ALWAYS intrigued if a man is doing well with the ladies. I was already with Charlize and I’m pretty sure Elizabeth was interested too, especially when Charlize acted a bit jealous around her. Pre-selection is the light saber in the hands of the love-Jedi.

  We went to the La Boca neighborhood the next morning, a very famous part of town where there a lot of small bars, lots of tango dancing, and the home of the Boca Juniors Football stadium. We visited everything and had a nice day.

  At night Charlize and I went to a love motel in the same street as the hostel. We took the room for only three hours because it was quite expensive. It was a room full of mirrors and had some romantic Spanish music playing in the background. After showering I waited for her and she looked magical when coming out of the bathroom. We were both only wearing a towel and started kissing. She was a bit shy at first but once I started using my tongue on all her body parts she became very horny. A funny thing happened when I finished her with my tongue. She nearly exploded in orgasm, coming so hard she was knocked out and for a moment I thought she’d gone to sleep. Now I felt exactly how millions of women must feel after having sex with their lousy boyfriend who finishes and rolls over to sleep. It was no surprise I didn’t like this feeling. I said “Hey, wake up!” to her and she replied “Ow, Neil, wait one minute, it still feels so good”. I asked if she wanted me to do it again but she said no because she would have no energy left afterwards. She took away my towel and was pleasantly surprised. “You… you are so clean,” she said in h
er thick Brazilian accent. Apparently her last boyfriend had never heard of shaving or trimming down there. She ferociously attacked me and I felt her heartbeat through her warm lips. I had already trouble controlling myself after all this built-up pressure over the last months and her slow way of pleasuring me almost got the better of me. She said she never liked giving blowjobs that much but with me she loved it.

  A bigger compliment is hardly possible. Ten minutes later she stopped and mounted me, riding me hard while rotating her hips, her perfect boobs bouncing in my face and her big round ass visible everywhere in the mirrors.

  I couldn’t hold it anymore and busted a nut really quick. I moaned a bit but I did it in such a way she didn’t notice I’d already come. “Let’s change positions,” I said, and she didn’t notice I came after only five minutes. I took her from behind and looked at myself in the mirror while hearing her breathing heavily and softly moaning a bit. “I’m back in business, capturing the Brazilian flag after only four days in South America,” I said to myself. I looked down at her big round butt and felt proud. I lasted a lot longer now and blamed the first quick one on the long dry spell and the very strong feelings I had for her. She never noticed that it was twice, and it was actually very risky to continue fucking with a loaded condom.

  I was crazy about Charlize; she was a true rock chick and always wore tight black pants and a t-shirt with a print of Iron Maiden, Testament or some band I had never heard of. That week we went to several places in and around Buenos Aires. We went to San Telmo, the Hard Rock café, a cemetery for prominent Argentineans where we saw the grave of Eva Peron, the famous first lady. We had a picnic in the park; we went to Tigre, a small town close to Buenos Aires which lies in a sort of river delta.

  Around midnight we would go to a love hotel and make love all night. The early busting was a one-time only thing and we couldn’t get enough of each other. On one night she wanted to stay in the dorm but was very shy about sleeping in my bed while others were around. I slept in a lower bunk bed and used the sheet of the upper bed to cover the side so no one could peek in. She came into my bed and we started kissing, I used my fingers to get her off and afterwards she gave me a blowjob. I was lying very unconformable and asked her to move a bit. The bed was squeaky and made a lot of noise and she wouldn’t move. I asked her again, she said no and we got into an argument and she left the bed without finishing the job. We both went to sleep in our own bed and the next day she left early to do some sightseeing on her own.

  I thought I had fucked everything up and wrote her a private message on Facebook. It was a pretty beta letter where I explained the situation and said I was sorry for being a rude dick to her. I don’t believe in being strictly alpha or beta. Being a strict alpha means being an asshole most of the time and never admitting a mistake. I think it’s better and wiser to act with a mix of both. This trip for me was more about alpha-ing up than totally eliminating the beta in me. It’s better to think smart and keep things going than to be stubborn and miss out on opportunities. I call this being Bepha.

  After she read my letter everything was ok again and we went to a hard rock bar called The Red Bell, and to Luján Zoo the next morning. Normally I don’t like going to a zoo in poor countries but this one was well-kept. A woman with enormous cleavage sold bags of bread and corn to feed the animals and I went to buy some twice just to have a look at those gigantic knockers. She wasn’t much to look at but man, would I enjoy motorboating those babies for a while.

  The last evening we went back to the big metallic flower, a giant flower made of shiny metal in a park. We brought some food and drinks and it was supposed to be romantic picnic, but after a few minutes we were kicked out by the guards who were closing the park for the night.

  We walked around a bit, with me doing the “Look at this move” all the time, and we started making out heavier and heavier. She was wearing a jean skirt and when I felt under it her panties were soaking wet. She said she fantasized about outside sex a lot and we went looking for a quiet spot. It can be just a bit difficult to find a quiet spot to get naked in a big city like Buenos Aires. There’s traffic and people walking around at all hours of the day and we had to look for a good spot. We finally found a place in the bushes next to the train tracks. She pulled my pants down and freed my boner who was gasping for air the last hour. Charlize was so impatient and horny that she almost seemed aggressive. I pulled down her skirt and really gave it to her from behind.

  A long train came past and made lots of noise and she screamed loud. I swear to this day people in the train saw us fucking even though we were kind of standing hidden in the bushes. We came at the same time and it was perfect, Charlize mentioned this moment for ages after we had said goodbye to each other later.

  It was time for me to fly to Santiago in Chile. My plan was to go there, see the Chilean guys I hung out with in Russia and travel south from there, crossing the Argentinean border and going up again from. I kissed Charlize goodbye and promised her I would see her again in Sau Paulo, where she lived. She was about to leave too, on a flight to Foz de Iguazu, a Brazilian city close to Puerto de Iguazu.

  I had to really hurry up in the morning because I was late and the international airport was at least one-and-a-half hour by metro and bus. When I got there I couldn’t find my flight on the boards anywhere. I went to the information counter and showed my E-ticket. They told me I was at the wrong airport! I had to go to the small airport close to where I lived. I couldn’t believe it. It was a flight to a different country; by definition, it was an international flight. So of course I presumed it would leave from the big international airport I had arrived eleven days before. It was too late already and I went back to the hostel. I felt no disappointment, though. This meant that I could spend more time with Charlize and could even go with her to her next destination: Puerto de Iguazu.

  Argentina – Puerto de Iguazu

  The Argentinean bus was luxurious but expensive. Eighty-five dollars is a whole lot of money for a bus ride and I didn’t think it was justified even though it was eighteen hours and you got some food and drinks on the bus. Jeremy, a guy I had met in the hostel who was going in the same direction, and I arrived in Puerto de Iguazu and went looking for the guesthouse where Charlize was staying. On the way there we saw a hot waitress and noted down the place to eat there later. Charlize had booked a dorm room at the hostel but changed that to a normal room as soon as she knew I was coming there too. We shared the costs and for the first time we could enjoy each other company without having to stay in a dorm or going to an overpriced love hotel. Jeremy was a really nice guy and I invited him to come with us to the famous waterfalls of Iguazu.

  The town of Iguazu is built on the triple border of Argentina, Brazil and Paraguay. The Iguazu waterfalls are the biggest in the world and make Niagara look like a small stream – at least, according to a few American tourists there. The waterfalls are gigantic and really amazing.

  We decided to have dinner in that evening and bought groceries. Charlize is a vegetarian and I don’t mind eating a vegetarian meal every once in a while as long as I can eat my manly meat too. But we got into an argument anyway. An argument about onions. Onions, of all things. She wanted to cook pasta but chop up two whole onions in it along with a whole lot of other vegetables. I said one was enough because I didn’t want to stink and we got into a fight over it. We didn’t speak for several hours, we’re both that headstrong. I was so angry that I almost packed up my bags and moved to a dorm room. Later I figured I’d acted childishly and should keep the peace, because I did want to stay with her. I was damn hungry too, and I didn’t want to go out and spend extra money on a restaurant, so I told her that I didn’t want to have a silly argument over food. She must have thought she’d overreacted too, because she only put in one onion and even cooked some meat for me.

  Was I a pussy for giving in to her? I don’t think so; it gave me an excellent view into what the future would be like if I was ever became serious with
her. That doesn’t mean a guy should act like a mangina or listen to the feminist crap you hear on television or see in the movies all day. A man should be a man but a man also needs to eat.

  Charlize and I went to Foz de Iguazu the next day, and it was my first short visit to Brazil. I already liked the country after passing the border. Loads of hot girls with big bundas and I liked the typical rice and beans meals we bought there. The bus didn’t even stop at the Brazil border and I didn’t get a stamp in my passport.

  We went back the next day and passed on through to Ciudad del Este in Paraguay. We had to cross the big bridge to Paraguay by motorbike because according to the Lonely Planet book it was too dangerous to walk across. We did some shopping there and Charlize said that everything was dirt cheap there and that many Brazilians living in the south go there to buy cheap electronics and consumer stuff. She bought so many bottles of lotion and perfume that she needed to buy an extra small backpack to carry it all.

  On the way back we were stopped by border control and they checked our bags. I was sweating because I didn’t stamp my passport at both the Brazilian and the Paraguayan border. Luckily he didn’t check my passport, just the bag.

  We went back once more to Paraguay to hang around and do shopping

  We went over the bridge again by motorbike taxi. When we returned I said to Charlize that I wanted to have the stamps in my passport and I walked across the big bridge back to Paraguay. Got a nice entry stamp in my passport, crossed the road and walked back again to get my exit stamp. Nothing happened at all on the bridge, no robberies or hassles like described in the Lonely Planet. Yet another myth had been busted, although I won’t advise to try it after dark.