Update: All night sex feud in Vyborg 

 

Dear all,

 

Ok now I will tell you about what happened in Vyborg. This is something

that drastically lowered my opinion of Russian people and their morals

in general.

 

As you remember, I left Novgorod and arrived in St. Petersburg and

spent the night in an internet cafe, writing updates and answering email.

In the morning, I took the metro to Finlandsky station to head for

Vyborg, a historic town . While I bought the ticket and boarded the train, I

was soaked wet from the rain. I thought that I had picked a bad day to

go there, but true to St. Petersburg's reputation of sporadic showers

that never last long, the rain was soon gone as the train headed north.

Or perhaps it just wasn't raining up north. The 3 hour ride to Vyborg

was uneventful, with the hardwood seats being painful to sit on for

long, and peddlers constantly entering the wagon making their automized

pitches.

 

When I finally arrived in Vyborg, I beheld the sight of a plain looking

unimpressionable town. At that point, I was wondering what I was doing

here. "I came all the way out for this?" I thought. I first set out

looking for the boat hotel I had reservations at. After getting

directions, I found it quickly as it was just around the corner, docked at

seaside. It was next to a nice fancier hotel as well. From the outside, the

boat hotel looked like a dump and I found myself entering the fancy

hotel next to it instead. But after getting a price quote of 2000 roubles

from them, I quickly stepped out. I headed toward the boat hotel

expecting it would look crappy on the inside as well. But boy was I wrong. It

was totally different on the inside. The inside was fancy and cozy

looking. The wooden hallways were shiny and luxurious looking. It was

almost like being on the titanic. Although the ship was small, it had the

feel of a large ship. The reception office was right at the entrance

door, and the ship had two floors. After checking in, and paying 500

roubles, the lady escorted me to my cabin room on the upper floor. Upon

entering it, I was further delighted. It was totally likable and exceeded my

expectation of what a cabin would look like. It was small, but it

didn't look small. The bed looked comfortable. There was also a table, sink,

coat rack pole, and a window with a gorgeous view of the bay. Across

the bay you could see the historic town of Vyborg, which was actually

quite pretty and colorful. The cabin was very cozy and comfortable. And

since it was all on a boat, a novel experience as well.

 

After napping for a few hours, I went down to get the key for the

shower room. The shower room near my room was spacious and pretty adequate

considering I expected much less. When I was done, I got dressed and

ready to head out and explore the town. It was already 5pm by that time,

so I only had a few hours. Outside, I made my way around the bayside

along a park path. It was very nice and peaceful. A great getaway. From

there, you realized that the pretty part of Vyborg is on the other side

of the bay, not on the first side you arrived at from the train. When I

got to the historic part of town, I noticed the things my guidebook

described, including the cobblestone streets and the Round Tower

Restaurant.

 

After strolling around, visiting shops, churches, and whatever else was

there, I headed toward the Round Tower Restaurant. I have to say

though, that the site of Vyborg Castle standing out into the bay was gorgeous

and looked like a scene from the past. (Even like a scene from Lord of

the Rings) However, the castle and its exhibits were closed by the time

 

I got to it. Inside on the third floor of the Round Tower Restaurant

was a very elegant looking spacious hall designed with a medieval scene.

I would say it's a must see if you're there. I had a salad and

omelette, which wasn't too expensive compared to the rest of the menu. After

dinner, I headed out looking for something to do, but couldn't find

anything to do at all. The few bars and restaurants there were sparsely

populated. And it didn't look like anything was going on. Besides that, I

noticed that the people there were not like Russian people at all. They

didn't behave like Russians and didn't have their mannerisms as well.

 

They did not seem very sociable to strangers, and the people I

approached did not seem warm or inviting at all. They didn't even seem to have a

sense of humour. They seemed quiet and polite, but not very warm or

enthusiastic. I wasn't sure if it was because they were cliqueish or not.

There was definitely something different about them. And it was like

they were in their own world too, detached from the rest of society. I

think you'd have to be in your own world to live there though, as it

would be boring as hell after only a few days, and one would have to be "in

their own world" to tolerate such, I think.

 

I figured that since they were on the border to Finland, that perhaps

they were more like Finnish people than Russian people. And they looked

somewhat different too, their faces and skin seemed a bit Finnish too,

even though they all spoke Russian. But anyway, since no one in that

town seemed to want to meet me, and with nothing else going on in the

dead quiet town at night, I simply did my own thing, looked around, took

photos, and started to head back to the boat hotel. I figured that this

was going to be a very uneventful dull night, and I would just end up

reading a book in my cabin bed. (But boy would I be wrong!)

 

 

Along the way, I bought some snacks, tried to meet some girls waiting

at the bus stops, and even called Elena, the perfect looking blonde I

met in Novgorod at the disco who came over later, to tell her how much I

missed her.

 

Then I headed back to the boat, giving in and succumbing to an

unavoidably dull uneventful night. It was one of those towns where the air,

vibe, and energy were so still at night that you felt that to try to make

anything happen would simply be futile, like trying to move mountains.

 

When I returned to the boat hotel, I asked the reception lady where the

boat bar and cafe were, and she told me to go upstairs and down to the

end of the hall. I figured I'd check it out to see if anything was

going on there. But what are the odds that anything interesting would be

happening on this quiet little boat parked in this quiet still bay, I

thought. Upstairs, I found a TV lounge room at one end where some older

men were sitting and watching some war documentaries of the Cold War. The

 

TV lounge looked neat and cozy, and I never expected to find that on a

boat like this. It was very well done. I had thought that having a

hotel on a boat would be a disadvantage, but all this proved that to be

wrong. At the other end of the ship was the cafe/bar where I heard many

voices and laughter emanating from. I headed toward it. When I arrived, I

found a pleasant looking friendly cafe. Again, I was pleasantly

surprised. Around a large table were a group of people chatting and drinking.

 

Among them were two young cute innocent looking girls.

One of them, a cute sweet looking petite blonde girl in a green

sweater, stared at me with a friendly smile. I waved and said "Privet" (hi in

Russian). She waved back and then pointed to an adjacent table and said

"sadit?" (sit down in Russian) Wow, I thought. I can't believe a girl

 

in this town is this friendly! After sitting at that table, she got up

and joined me. She introduced herself as Tanya. We did the usual

greetings and getting-to-know you questions. She was quite charming in her

voice and demeanor, and I found her very likable in addition to being cute

and attractive. I couldn't believe I had met someone like this now

after all the apathetic conservative people I had met here today. It

completely erased the dullness of the day. I bought us some good beer and two

glasses.

 

Soon she leaned forward and asked me what my room number was. "Oh no,"

I thought. "She's a working girl! No wonder she was so friendly and

forward, though charming I must say." Then I said to myself, "Oh well.

She's very likable, charming, cute, attractive, and thin, and at least now

I know that I can get her tonight if I pay the price." I told her my

room number and then said "Why? You want to come in?" Then she asked me

if I understood that money would have to be involved in this. I said ok,

and asked how much. She said 500 roubles, and I was like "Yeah! For

that low of a price, and for someone this cute and attractive, hell yeah!"

Then I asked her what the price would be for all night. She said

usually it was about 80 Euros, and wrote that down on paper for me. When I

asked the equivalent amount in dollars or roubles, she didn't know so she

said she would go down and ask for me (either her pimp or the security

guard). Then when I asked what the hours of an all night rate were, she

grabbed my wrist with the watch on it, and showed me with her fingers

the hours from now til 8 or 9 in the morning, even saying the times in

Russian.

 

I knew that 80 Euros was about 100 dollars, and I started thinking "I

can have her all night and cuddle with her romantically on this romantic

boat, for that price? Hell yeah. Especially since she had a charming

pleasant personality and we seemed to have great personal chemistry." It

was set then, I would be having the perfect time on this lovely boat

tonight with a girl I liked a lot! (or so I thought)

 

When she returned, she said that 100 dollars would be enough for what I

wanted, so I was right about the equivalent.  I said ok and we finished

up our beer. During the times she left, a married lady from the crowded

table next to us would sit in Tanya's chair and try to approach me for

some reason. It was obvious she was drunk though. But when Tanya came

back, she gently beckoned her to give her place back. I liked how Tanya

treated me. I was so turned on for her by now! She was amazing in every

way, looks, personality and attitude! I was stoked!  When we were

flirting, I even moved in to kiss her a lot, and she let me.  Mmmmmmm her

lips tasted like cherry.

 

After finishing our beer, she asked if I was ready.  I said yes and got

up and went to my room.  Along the way, I told her of how my friend in

Moscow got cheated when the girl took his money and disappeared.  She

guaranteed me she wouldn't disappear by introducing me to the security

guard, who spoke decent English, and telling me that he would make sure

she wouldn't disappear.  Inside my room, I gave her the equivalent of

100 dollars, which was 3000 roubles.  She took it and said she would be

back in 10 minutes after she went to give the security guard his

"percentage" and then get some cigarettes.  I told her to hurry.  I ended up

waiting for what seemed like forever, so I walked to the TV lounge and

watched the war documentaries a bit, looking down the hallway for her

return.  I even went down and asked the security guard what was taking

her so long.  He said she went outside to go buy cigarettes and walked a

bit, but not to worry because he's worked here a long time and such is

usual.

 

Finally, she came back, but went on a toilet break first.  After the

long toilet break, she returned and we went into my room.  Inside, I was

a bit shocked by what I saw.  She had removed her makeup and looked

somewhat different.  She was a bit less attractive without her makeup, but

that wasn't the only thing that changed.  Her expression and demeanor

had changed too.  And her voice as well.  She was no longer as sweet and

charming, and her voice actually sounded much more coarse and rough. 

"Oh great," I thought.  "So after I give her the money, she no longer

needs to put on her sweet charming face for me anymore?  Instead, she

removes that seductive mask and reveals her true self?  Thanks a lot."  It

was a bit chilling that even her voice changed as well.  When I met her

in the bar, her voice was more sweet, feminine, and friendly.  Now it

was coarse, rough, kind of gangster-like, and beastly.  I didn't know

why.

 

So the action began.  However, it was not like I had hoped.  First, I

wanted to spend a lot of warm-up time kissing with her, but she wanted

to get beyond that right away.  Then she kept wanting us to undress

right away so she could give me a blow job.  I told her I hated blow jobs

and not to give me one (I don't know why I'm the only guy who doesn't

like them) because it makes me uncomfortable and I can't perform that

way.  But she didn't listen and insisted on it.  (I don't know why I

always have this dispute with working girls, and why they always want to

give me one anyway)  When she started, it was hard to get her to stop, as

it was making me feel tortured and uncomfortable.  Then the problems

got worse.  I was not comfortable with the sexual position she wanted,

and she was not comfortable with the positions I wanted as well.  We were

obviously sexually incompatible.  And she wasn't moving the way I

wanted either.  When she was on top, she kept moving fast up and down, which

doesn't work for me.  Instead, I wanted her to press down and make slow

circular movements, but she didn't get it when I tried to explain that

to her.  She was so unaccomodating.

 

When I couldn't perform under her techniques, she kept taking smoke

breaks, which sort of upset the rhythm.  It was also inconsiderate of our

time too.  They were supposed to be done afterward.  This was all a lot

less fun than I had hoped, based on our initial chemistry.  After a few

hours of frustration, I got on top of her to try one more time.  The

condom I was wearing had lost its lubrication by then, so the roughness

of its skin helped me this time.  That last went great.  I finally

finished in her with a dramatic climax.  During the act, I pretended she was

the girl from high school I always wanted and fantasied about, which

helped for some reason.

 

Then, while we were resting, she suddenly told me that she was leaving

in an hour unless I paid more money.  Thinking that she's gotta be

joking, I reminded her of the simple terms of our deal, which were that she

stay until 8 or 9am, like she said.  But for some reason, she had

conveniently lost her memory of that deal.  And she said her time with me

was up at 3 or 4am.  I told her she was wrong, but she wasn't going to

budge on her newly manufactured view of our deal.  I started getting

pissed.  It was so wrong to make a deal, exchange money for it, and then

change the deal altogether afterward.  Yet some Russians think they can

do that for some reason (like I said, they have a lack of basic morals

and honor).  I tried to straighten her out by stating the facts, the

terms of our deal, and basic commitment to it.  But it just went into one

ear and out the other.  She had no interest in the facts at all. 

 

Instead, she told me that the price per hour with her was 1500 roubles (or

$50) and that my $100 had only paid for two hours, and she had been

generous by going beyond that.  Yeah right, nice try, but no cigar, I

thought.  When I told her that she told me it was 500 rouble per hour, she

said I must have not heard the Russian word for "one thousand" before

the 500 roubles, and that she had told me 1500 originally.  I told her

that whether that was true or not didn't matter, because our final deal

was 100 dollars for all night until 8 or 9am, like we agreed upon. 

That's what we exchanged money on, and that was the bottom line.  Then she

tried to fudge by claiming that she never said it was for until 8 or

9am.  When I reminded her that she used her fingers and pointed to the

time of 8 or 9am on my watch, she claimed to have no memory of that.  When I pressed

her that she did, and that she knew it, she then said that she was

referring to 80 or 90 Euros.  I laughed and said "No one refers to 80 or 90

Euros by pointing to the 8 or 9 hand on a watch!"  What a moron!  Then

she changed her story and said that she never even said 80 or 90 Euros

at all.  I reminded her that she wrote down 80 Euros on a piece of

paper and that I could retrieve it from the bar garbage can if I had to. 

 

But it didn't matter, because what she wanted now was another 100

dollars to stay until 8 or 9am, if that's what I wanted her to do.  She then

said I gave her 100 dollars but that the security guard needed the same

price for his share.  Yeah right, no can do, I told her.  A deal is a

deal.  Then she claimed that she was new here and that those prices were

the system in this hotel, and that I could ask the security guard if I

wanted to.  Fine, I said.  At 4am, I would do that.  I figured that

since the guard spoke good English and seemed like a reasonable man, that

he would listen to reason and common sense. 

 

During this argument, I noticed that she was looking at me with very

different eyes than what I saw in her before.  There was a look of gloom

depravity in them, and at times looked demonic as well, like the eyes

of that girl in the movie "The Exorcist".  It was a bit scary.  I was

surprised at how changeable her face and expressions were from when I

first saw her in the bar.  Her inner ugliness was showing in her eyes,

which was a total contrast from her sweet angelic look that she gave me

when we were in the bar.  And she was talking in a gangster-like voice

too.  It was very saddening to see that.

 

So Tanya and I cuddled for another hour until 4am, when the security

guard knocked and woke her up.  She got up and said our time was up.  I

told her to wait a second, then I got dressed and opened the door to

invite the security guard in to negotiate.  I greeted him, told him we had

a problem, and asked if he could come in.  I hoped he would straighten

her out.  I knew that I couldn't lose this argument because all the

facts were on my side, as well as universal standards of fairness, obligation, and contract terms.  There was nothing controversial or complicated about it.  And no misunderstanding was possible, as some of the details were even written down.  He agreed and came in to sit down. 

 

Tanya immediately tried to cut in and explain what her new terms were.  He told her to be quiet so he could listen to me.  I slowly and articulately explained to him what the problem was, what our original deal was, and how now she was trying to completely change it and jip me so she could get more money.  I told him that she was outright wrong and lying, and violating the basic universal rule of keeping deals, especially if money has been exchanged.  I eloquently told him that this had nothing to do with any cultural differences, as this universal rule applied to all countries.  No one likes having a deal broken against them, and you simply can't work that way with people.  The issue here was clear cut and dry, I told him. 

 

Then suddenly, I realized that since he got a cut of Tanya’s deals, that he would have a vested interest in her side rather than mine, which dampened my hopes of him listening to reason.  When I asked if he understood the problem, he said he did, but since all universal standards of fairness and ethics were on my side, he  started looking up in the air, wondering what to do about it, as if asking God. 

 

Unfortunately, he translated very little of what I said to Tanya.  Instead, he was much more willing to translate what Tanya was saying to me.  And he was trying to look for loopholes to defend her with.  He even attempted to

convince me that I misunderstood her when we made the deal, or maybe that she misunderstood me or the hotel prices.  I told him that there was no misunderstanding, that I understood numbers well in Russian, that Tanya

even wrote down 80 Euros and pointed to the 8 and 9 o'clock hands on my watch, etc.  I sternly declared to him that there was NO MISUNDERSTANDING HERE, and that Tanya was obviously lying, especially since these type of girls are prone to lying, and that I have no reason to lie about this and that I would not be arguing this if it weren't true.  Again, he kept looking up in the air for a way to clear Tanya's breaking of our deal.  It was obvious that he was not neutral, fair, or objective, and that he was working with a bias here.  He had a working relation with her in which he profited, so of course, it was in his interest to have

me give her more money as well. 

 

However, I had him cornered on every point.  There was no loophole he could use, no excuse which could justify Tanya's lies, erase our deal, etc.  I firmly planted this in his head.  I felt like I was lecturing a kid in basic morality and common sense.  But he continued to play dumb.  Nevertheless, I didn't want this to go on forever, so I told him that the bottom line was that we had a deal of 100 dollars for all night until 8 or 9am.  If Tanya was going to leave early and break that deal, she should give me some of my money back, or else she should stay and complete that deal.  He was still reluctant to translate what I said to her, and when he finally did, I wasn't even sure if he did it correctly. 

 

They acted like it was a preposterous suggestion though, for them to give

me some money back, since after all, with foreigners, Russians can only

take money from them, and never give money to them.  This is because

with foreigners, Russians are 100 percent takers and foreigners are 100

percent givers, according to their basic mentality.  Yeah right, dream

on.  Instead, he was more willing to translate Tanya's bottom line

proposal to me, which is that if I want her to stay til morning, I have to

give her at least another 40 dollars.  It was apparent she didn't care

about the facts of our original deal, and that all she wanted now was

MORE MONEY, MORE MONEY, MORE MONEY!  I wished I had made her sign a

contract (and if you ever get a working girl for all night, perhaps you

should too!) but it probably wouldn't have helped much because she would

still look for loopholes in it.  She kept repeating her new terms over

and over to me.  Eventually I told her to stop and that I understood her

point, but that it was unacceptable.  She in turn, would not accept my

claim either.  I was hoping the security guard would intercede and

settle this, but he looked as if he were at a loss.  Instead, we just kept

repeating the same arguments, while he sat there clueless.

 

He even claimed that the 3000 roubles I gave them was gone and handed

over to their boss who was far away now, so there was no money that

Tanya could give back to me.  Yeah right, that sounded so fishy, it stunk!

However, I thought that Tanya said the guard got a "percentage"?  So

these two get no cut of it at all?  Yeah right.  Suddenly, I realized

that this guard was willing to lie to protect her.  This made me sick and

disgusted, as I realized that this man, a nice looking calm man whom I

would trust in normal circumstances, WAS ACTUALLY LYING TO PROTECT

ANOTHER LIAR, FOR HIS OWN PROFIT INTERESTS!  If that's how nice normal

looking Russians were, then I'm sorry to say that I just don't respect

their lack of basic morals.  It was a sickening realization about what kind

of people these were.  I had been wrong to assume that they had the

same morals and conscience we did.  They obviously didn't.  No conscience,

shame, or respect.

 

The guard even tried to make me focus on my misunderstanding of 500 and

1500 because I didn't hear the "one thousand" in her words.  But like a

parent or teacher to him, I reminded him again of the simple fact that

it didn't matter whether I heard 500 or 1500 because the BOTTOM LINE

here, which I told him for the hundredth time, was the deal we made when

money was exchanged, which was all night til 8 or 9am for 80 Euros or

100 dollars.  I paid a set price for set hours!  And this price was

written down on paper too!  That was the crux of the issue here, yet he

preferred to focus on an irrelevant issue of whether I heard the "one

thousand" in 1500 or not.  What a lame retarded dipshit.

 

In righteous indignation, I told him that if he wasn't going to resolve this, that

maybe we should get the hotel administrator in the reception office

below.  He quickly shook his head and said "Oh no!"  Looking helpless, he

finally got up, said something in Russian to Tanya, and left.  I thought

he was going to call his "secret boss" or pimp to ask what to do about

this situation, and if I could get a refund, since Tanya implied that's

what he was doing.  But he didn't return.  Tanya sighed and reluctantly

climbed back into my bed.  It seemed that I had won this argument after

all.  The security guard had given in, and didn't want me to go to the

hotel administrator about this problem, so he gave up and left.  Tanya

reluctantly stayed to complete the deal we made.  So I had won, but I

had a grumpy girl next to me who wouldn't give me any affection or sex

the rest of the night.  She turned her body away from me and was cold to

the touch.  All I could do was cuddle with her and get out of it what I

could, which was to savor this as much as possible cause I rarely get

to do this.

 

While we cuddled a few hours, I kept trying to flirt and ignite some

passion between us, whispering sweet things in her ears, but all she did

was bitterly murmur "Please give me at least 500 roubles.  Please.  I

have no money."  When I asked "Why?" she replied "Just because".  I kept

reminding her that I already gave her 100 dollars, and that she needed

no more money, but she had no response to that.  But she kept murmuring “500 roubles… 500 roubles” even while half asleep.  That's how the rest of the night went until morning.  And needless to say, I could barely sleep either, for Tanya had this uncomfortable vibe and aura about her, that made it impossible to fall asleep around, in addition to our bed being small too.

 

At 8am, she got up and got dressed.  Then she made one more attempt at asking me for 500 roubles, giving me a sad look to try to make me feel sorry for her, to tell me that she was broke and needed it.  After all her lies, bargain breaking, and sick attempt to con me, I didn't feel any pity for her no matter how poor she was.  Instead, I only felt pity for her complete lack of self-dignity.

 

Before she left, I told her that to give her more money now would be

"injustice" which I showed her in the dictionary.  She looked at the word

and walked away.  Thank God all that's over, I thought.  I wasn't sure

if the "romantic cuddling" all night was really worth all that though. 

I tried to sleep a few more hours, but I had a big headache for some reason. 

 

After showering and getting dressed, I checked out of the boat hotel. 

As I did, I told the administrator, who was new on shift, that the

security guard last night was a very immoral person who lies to protect

other liars in the interest of money.  I just wanted to fire some parting

shots.  She simply shrugged and said it wasn't her business, and that

these working girls come from the street and aren't working for the

hotel.  I said yeah but this is about the security guard you guys employ

here.  I'm telling you he is a very bad man.  He lies and protects other

liars.  And for a security guard who represents law enforcement here,

that is very very bad and hypocritical.  A total joke.  With that, I

left to explore the rest of Vyborg.

 

After getting something to eat, I went to the Vyborg castle and visited

its museums, interior, and high tower.  The view from the top of the

tower was too high for me though, so I snapped some photos and quickly

left.  My attempts at mingling with people there were again not very

successful.  They just weren't easy to socialize with, and seemed into

their own world.  Like I said, you gotta be in your own world to live in a

place like this.  I visited the big outdoor market bazaar too, and

almost bought a new jacket, but decided to keep my options open instead.  I

also walked through a few parks, monuments, and an old fortress.

 

In the late afternoon, I headed for the train station to go back to St.

Petersburg.  The next departure was at the bus station though, so I

went there but the bus filled up so I was forced to take the 7:40pm train. 

Inside the train station, I was stopped by this guy in army uniform who

said he was part of security there.  He wanted to see my documents. 

 

What the ?, I thought.  This isn't Moscow!  I sure hoped this wasn't

Tanya's doing or revenge. lol  After I showed him my documents, he asked me

why I was alone, why I was going to St. Petersburg and why I wasn't on

an excursion.  I gave him simple answers, but he said I was a

suspicious character.  Then he bullied me and said he was going to have me

arrested and deported.  I could tell he wasn't serious, but got a high out

of scaring people.  He seemed a bit immature and like he was playing

games with me.  He led me around the station and asked any of the other

staff if they spoke English.  None of them did.  But I told the other

guards there to tell him to leave me alone and that I had a valid visa and

there were no problems here.  They just told me not to worry about it. 

 

Eventually I told this prick that I was going to call my lawyer in St.

Petersburg.  He said fine, let's do that then, as if it were a game to

him.  I showed him my address book and when he asked who I knew in St.

Petersburg, I showed him my address book.  He wanted to call someone to

check me.  I gave him a friend named Katya's number.  He used another

guy's mobile to call her, then talked to her like he was pulling a

prank, and then hung up and said that she told me to "f*** off".  What the? 

That's not like her to say that.  Using a tactic from my own travel

guide, I tried joking with him, telling him about how much sexier Russian

girls are than American girls.  That got him more lighthearted, as the

conversation turned to sex.  I was glad things were less serious after

that.  Eventually, he talked to another guard who told him that my

situation was normal.  Then this bully finally said to me "all is good" and

let me go.  He asked me later if I had a souvenir of one USD for him. 

I told him I exchanged all my dollars but that I would look for a

postcard for him, though I didn't want to give him anything after his

bullying of me earlier.  Eventually, he showed me to where my train was.  I

boarded and was glad to be rid of that bastard.

 

After a few hours, I arrived in St. Petersburg again.  I met some

attractive girls on the metro and street who gave me their numbers, but they

flaked out later.  Then I economized by staying in the internet cafe

all night and writing the full update of what happened in Novgorod.  The

next day, I stayed at St. Petersburg International Hostel.  It was my

first time there.  I was surprised by the level of security there. 

Every door, even the staircase one, had coded locks and you needed the

access code sheet to open them.  But the place was very clean and modern,

though it lacked the character of the Hostel Holiday I usually stayed at

here in the past.  The breakfast was very generous though, as it was a

buffet where you could refill your portions, and the atmosphere with

the other tourists was pleasant.

 

I told some of the other tourists about the robbery and assault in

Novgorod by my own friends.  They were surprised and intrigued about it. 

When I told the German, Australian, and Finnish girls the other day

during breakfast about how Russian women have a 100 percent taker mentality

 

and expect us to be 100 percent givers, they said that that was so sad

and pathetic, and that they were glad that women in their country

weren't like that at all.  It was great to be around Westerners who

understood my mentality.

 

Anyway, to conclude this update, I wanted to say that it's been

uneventful here in St. Petersburg the last few days.  No one I know here has

been home or reachable.  And this new girl here that I am going to see

can't seem to get a hold of me or be there when I call.  I don't know

why, but I hope to see her tomorrow.  Oh and in regard to that doctor

lady I told you about yesterday, she didn't call me at noon today like she

said she would, so I called her at 12:30 but she said that she had some

problems at work and couldn't go to Peterhoff like we planned.  I was

disappointed, but oh well.  It might be hard to meet her since she's so

busy with her job, but she did seem very interested in me.  But again,

with Russian women, you never know and you can't rely on being able to

read their intentions.  From here, I'm not sure where I'll go, back to

Moscow, to Moscow's golden ring, to Cherepovets, to Volgograd, or maybe

back to Novgorod (just kidding) so I can live with and be surrounded by

Vadim and his scammers like a sitting duck, a great strategic position

to be in. hehehe  Or maybe I will stay here a few more days, if my

friend Alina returns here from Turkey and I can visit her.

 

Ok well, I hope you all enjoyed this update, despite how tasteless some

of it was.  I hope it doesn't bring down my reputation further.  But oh

well.  I'm sure most of you approve of how I handled the Vyborg

situation.  Bye all.

 

Wondering what's next for me,

Winston