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no way!
Girl: Why? You like me yeah, you pretty boy, have fun with me! I give you good time.
Me: Eh, No thanks!
That was the first time I encountered an Asian prostitute. I still had so much to learn. Me and the sleazebag German guy I was hanging out with returned to our table and drank some more beer. I went to the dance floor again to dance with some other girls and the first girl/prostitute got jealous and started grinding her hot little bum on me again. That’s when I realized that probably all the girls in there were prostitutes. We left not much later.
The next day the German guy and I went to hear a sort of rock/folklore band in a big theatre. It was pretty pricy and filled with tourists. I didn’t like the show much because in my opinion the music sucked and it was ridiculously loud. It was so loud that we went to sit in the back of the hall and the German guy even put pieces of paper in his ears to avoid ear damage. It was a mix of opera, Mongolian chanting, loud rock and hip hop. Strangest concert I’ve ever seen.
Later that night we went to Strings club again. This time we were able to meet some “normal” (i.e., non-professional) Mongolian girls and sit down with them. Nothing happened that night but at least we had some fun. The little bum grinder was also there and tried to steal me a few times but I told her to go away after a while.
Although Mongolia is a very poor country, the city center is very nice, with an enormous square and giant statues of Genghis Khan, the father of the country and one of the most successful warlords in history. The Mongolian empire once stretched from Pacific Ocean to Hungary. The Mongols were feared all over the world and famous for their technique of shooting arrows from horses sprinting at full speed – something you can still see them do in some of the more remote parts of the country.
After a while I had to say goodbye to everyone there and take the train back to Russia. I was forced to buy a ticket for the tourist wagon, because I wasn’t allowed into other wagons with Mongols in it. When I entered the small four-person compartment there were two Mongolian guys sitting in there. They looked like decent people and were well-dressed. They helped me to put my heavy backpack on the rack above the beds. It took a while before the train left. I went out of the compartment and smoked a cigarette, then talked to some Scottish guy I met.
When I came back to my compartment the two Mongolian guys were gone. I didn’t think anything of it until I looked at my bag. It looked different than before.
I looked inside and saw that my expensive Ralph Lauren jacket was gone. I was furious and tried to talk to the train lady, but she didn’t speak English. Luckily there was a Mongolian tourist guide on board who did. She explained what happened to the train lady but she didn’t seem to care. I became angrier and told her I was going to search the train for those bastards. I was going to knock their teeth out as soon as I saw them.
I searched the whole train but didn’t see them. When I got back to my compartment there were two train cops and they asked what happened. Again the tourist guide explained things and then the two cops and I went looking for my jacket. We searched the whole train together and every time there were two guys without families, the cops roughly opened their bags and searched through. It was quite a spectacle. In the end we didn’t find the guys or my jacket. I let the train cops write a paper confirming that my stuff had been stolen, and they handwrote a paper in Mongolian. I asked the train lady to put some stamps on it to make it look more official. Months later, this helped me get a bit of insurance money back, but not nearly as much as the jacket was worth.
Russia (Far East) – Chita
After that partly unfortunate week in Mongolia I was back in my beloved Russia. I quickly bought a ticket to Chita and soon fell asleep on the train. When I woke
Girl: Why? You like me yeah, you pretty boy, have fun with me! I give you good time.
Me: Eh, No thanks!
That was the first time I encountered an Asian prostitute. I still had so much to learn. Me and the sleazebag German guy I was hanging out with returned to our table and drank some more beer. I went to the dance floor again to dance with some other girls and the first girl/prostitute got jealous and started grinding her hot little bum on me again. That’s when I realized that probably all the girls in there were prostitutes. We left not much later.
The next day the German guy and I went to hear a sort of rock/folklore band in a big theatre. It was pretty pricy and filled with tourists. I didn’t like the show much because in my opinion the music sucked and it was ridiculously loud. It was so loud that we went to sit in the back of the hall and the German guy even put pieces of paper in his ears to avoid ear damage. It was a mix of opera, Mongolian chanting, loud rock and hip hop. Strangest concert I’ve ever seen.
Later that night we went to Strings club again. This time we were able to meet some “normal” (i.e., non-professional) Mongolian girls and sit down with them. Nothing happened that night but at least we had some fun. The little bum grinder was also there and tried to steal me a few times but I told her to go away after a while.
Although Mongolia is a very poor country, the city center is very nice, with an enormous square and giant statues of Genghis Khan, the father of the country and one of the most successful warlords in history. The Mongolian empire once stretched from Pacific Ocean to Hungary. The Mongols were feared all over the world and famous for their technique of shooting arrows from horses sprinting at full speed – something you can still see them do in some of the more remote parts of the country.
After a while I had to say goodbye to everyone there and take the train back to Russia. I was forced to buy a ticket for the tourist wagon, because I wasn’t allowed into other wagons with Mongols in it. When I entered the small four-person compartment there were two Mongolian guys sitting in there. They looked like decent people and were well-dressed. They helped me to put my heavy backpack on the rack above the beds. It took a while before the train left. I went out of the compartment and smoked a cigarette, then talked to some Scottish guy I met.
When I came back to my compartment the two Mongolian guys were gone. I didn’t think anything of it until I looked at my bag. It looked different than before.
I looked inside and saw that my expensive Ralph Lauren jacket was gone. I was furious and tried to talk to the train lady, but she didn’t speak English. Luckily there was a Mongolian tourist guide on board who did. She explained what happened to the train lady but she didn’t seem to care. I became angrier and told her I was going to search the train for those bastards. I was going to knock their teeth out as soon as I saw them.
I searched the whole train but didn’t see them. When I got back to my compartment there were two train cops and they asked what happened. Again the tourist guide explained things and then the two cops and I went looking for my jacket. We searched the whole train together and every time there were two guys without families, the cops roughly opened their bags and searched through. It was quite a spectacle. In the end we didn’t find the guys or my jacket. I let the train cops write a paper confirming that my stuff had been stolen, and they handwrote a paper in Mongolian. I asked the train lady to put some stamps on it to make it look more official. Months later, this helped me get a bit of insurance money back, but not nearly as much as the jacket was worth.
Russia (Far East) – Chita
After that partly unfortunate week in Mongolia I was back in my beloved Russia. I quickly bought a ticket to Chita and soon fell asleep on the train. When I woke
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