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Authors: Neil Skywalker
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The food tasted very good but the next day I was sick as fuck. That evening we went to an Internet cafe/bar/casino where we almost had a fight with an annoying drunk army captain. He was fun at first but got more annoying and aggressive as the evening went on.
That night I said goodbye to two of the three English guys. Too bad, because those guys were the most fun in our group. The other English guy, James and an American guy also named James and I went on the train to the Mongolian border and spent the night in the train station’s dorm. We watched some TV series on a laptop and drank a bottle of vodka.
Mongolia – Ulan Bataar
My trip to Mongolia wasn’t without trouble. When I woke up in the dorm at the Russian train station in Naushki I was quite hungover and had to run for the toilet. My stomach was fucked up, either from the Mongolian food and/or the bottle of vodka we drank the night before. The two Jameses and I got into a taxi that took us to the border. There we found a family with a minivan who would take us across for a few dollars each. We cramped ourselves into the van with the whole Mongolian family and lots of bags and went across the border. There we found a guy/taxi to drive us to Ulan Bataar. I think we paid around sixty dollars for it, which in my opinion was way too much for a five-hour drive, but the others wanted to go and I had to tag along.
On the way there we drove through the countryside, which was quite spectacular. The country has lot of mountains and grassy fields everywhere; we saw cows, wild horses and sheep all the time. There were lots of gers, the traditional Mongolian tents that a lot of people mistakenly think are called yurts. I was not in the mood to take pictures because of my fucked-up stomach. I assumed I would take pictures another day, something I didn’t do because I was sick for days over there and didn’t want to repeat my near-death disaster in India and Nepal the year before. I will do whatever it takes to avoid making the same mistakes I made there that basically ruined my holiday.
We arrived in Ulan Bataar, the capital of Mongolia, and went to the famous golden Gobi hostel only to find out it was fully booked. They sent us to the Golden Gobi 2 hostel, which was not as good but fun anyway. By now, along with my stomach troubles I had also developed a cold, so my misery was complete. The two Jameses went on a three-day tour but I didn’t join them. The tour consisted of one day of sightseeing, one day of horse riding and staying with a nomadic family in a tent, and then some more sightseeing. The idea of horse riding and the eating of sheep intestates/guts didn’t appeal to me and my stomach. I just stayed in the hostel and watched some movies. There was a nice Mongolian girl named Deeggi working as a maid there and I tried to get with her, she showed interest but the language barrier and the family watching all the time wouldn’t make it a successful pick-up. Deeggi was a young girl but also a single mom and I didn’t want her to lose her job over it.
Anyway, later that week when I was feeling a bit better I went out with some people from the hostel. We went to a bar called Strings, which had a good live band and reasonably-priced beer. After I ate a meal there I hit the dance floor. There were plenty of good-looking Mongolian girls dancing around. Within a minute I was dancing with a slutty-looking chick in an ultra-short skirt. She started grinding her ass up to my dick like crazy. I thought to myself, Wow, they must really like white foreigners . How naïve of me in a city visited by hundreds of thousands of tourists every year. She pulled me off the dance floor and took me by the hand to the side. The conversation went like this.
Girl: You like me?
Me: Sure I like you!
Girl: Want to have fun with me? Let’s go have sex!
Me: (thinking) Damn, that’s easy, I already like it here.
Me: Yeah sure, let’s go!
Girl: Ok, fifty dollars!
Me: Eh what? Hmmm,
That night I said goodbye to two of the three English guys. Too bad, because those guys were the most fun in our group. The other English guy, James and an American guy also named James and I went on the train to the Mongolian border and spent the night in the train station’s dorm. We watched some TV series on a laptop and drank a bottle of vodka.
Mongolia – Ulan Bataar
My trip to Mongolia wasn’t without trouble. When I woke up in the dorm at the Russian train station in Naushki I was quite hungover and had to run for the toilet. My stomach was fucked up, either from the Mongolian food and/or the bottle of vodka we drank the night before. The two Jameses and I got into a taxi that took us to the border. There we found a family with a minivan who would take us across for a few dollars each. We cramped ourselves into the van with the whole Mongolian family and lots of bags and went across the border. There we found a guy/taxi to drive us to Ulan Bataar. I think we paid around sixty dollars for it, which in my opinion was way too much for a five-hour drive, but the others wanted to go and I had to tag along.
On the way there we drove through the countryside, which was quite spectacular. The country has lot of mountains and grassy fields everywhere; we saw cows, wild horses and sheep all the time. There were lots of gers, the traditional Mongolian tents that a lot of people mistakenly think are called yurts. I was not in the mood to take pictures because of my fucked-up stomach. I assumed I would take pictures another day, something I didn’t do because I was sick for days over there and didn’t want to repeat my near-death disaster in India and Nepal the year before. I will do whatever it takes to avoid making the same mistakes I made there that basically ruined my holiday.
We arrived in Ulan Bataar, the capital of Mongolia, and went to the famous golden Gobi hostel only to find out it was fully booked. They sent us to the Golden Gobi 2 hostel, which was not as good but fun anyway. By now, along with my stomach troubles I had also developed a cold, so my misery was complete. The two Jameses went on a three-day tour but I didn’t join them. The tour consisted of one day of sightseeing, one day of horse riding and staying with a nomadic family in a tent, and then some more sightseeing. The idea of horse riding and the eating of sheep intestates/guts didn’t appeal to me and my stomach. I just stayed in the hostel and watched some movies. There was a nice Mongolian girl named Deeggi working as a maid there and I tried to get with her, she showed interest but the language barrier and the family watching all the time wouldn’t make it a successful pick-up. Deeggi was a young girl but also a single mom and I didn’t want her to lose her job over it.
Anyway, later that week when I was feeling a bit better I went out with some people from the hostel. We went to a bar called Strings, which had a good live band and reasonably-priced beer. After I ate a meal there I hit the dance floor. There were plenty of good-looking Mongolian girls dancing around. Within a minute I was dancing with a slutty-looking chick in an ultra-short skirt. She started grinding her ass up to my dick like crazy. I thought to myself, Wow, they must really like white foreigners . How naïve of me in a city visited by hundreds of thousands of tourists every year. She pulled me off the dance floor and took me by the hand to the side. The conversation went like this.
Girl: You like me?
Me: Sure I like you!
Girl: Want to have fun with me? Let’s go have sex!
Me: (thinking) Damn, that’s easy, I already like it here.
Me: Yeah sure, let’s go!
Girl: Ok, fifty dollars!
Me: Eh what? Hmmm,
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