Free Around the World in 80 Girls: The Epic 3 Year Trip of a Backpacking Casanova by Neil Skywalker Page A

of 10. It was at least thirty degrees in the sun and they were all dressed in short skirts and high heels. For some reason they were all big-breasted. I don't know what they eat there but they should introduce that diet to other parts of the world. I decided then and there that I would live in Khabarovsk after returning from my word trip.
    Later that day I returned to the train station, since there are no hostels or cheap hotels in Khabarovsk. My plan was to stay in the train station’s dorms, but as soon as she found out I was a foreigner the fat old lady behind the counter just said “Nyet”. There were people just walking around behind me and I could see all the empty dorm beds. That fat old pig of a woman, who came straight from Stalinist times, just kept saying “Nyet” and I didn’t really know what to do. I went to the information desk and asked what was going on, but that didn’t help much. But a security guard overheard my story and walked with me to the hostel’s desk and tried to get me in. He didn’t succeed. He started calling around for me and I was hopeful I might get a nice apartment the way I had in Chita. Unfortunately he couldn’t find me anything, but he said I could sleep in the VIP waiting room for free. I offered him a beer in thanks, but he (Andrei) said: “I don't drink, I’m a sportsman, I run marathon”. Although he looked like a low life with teeth missing I believed him.
    Andrei worked a twelve-hour night shift and the next morning when I woke up he offered me a place in his house with his family.  Obviously I accepted and we went there on an old, clunky bus to drop off my bag. After getting off the bus to the suburbs we walked over to his house. Although “house” is a bit of an overstatement. All of the two-story buildings were made of wood and looked like barracks from a WWII concentration camp. I finally understood what Moscow-Julia meant by a “really” bad look.  But I hadn’t had a shower in three days, so I was fine with it. The only problem was that there was no shower, only a sink. Still, I made the best of it with a bar of soap.
    Andrei’s wife was a lot younger than him; I think she was in her late twenties, but she was quite ugly for a Russian girl. I guess Andrei was already in his mid-forties. Anyway, after cleaning up I dropped my bag and Andrei and I went back to the city for a “tour”. Since Andrei didn’t have any money I bought him some food and he asked if he could get a beer with that. Communication was difficult because he didn’t speak much English and I needed my pocket translation book a lot as we walked around the city and visited all the sites. Andrei was drinking more and more. In the afternoon we went to visit a childhood friend of him.
    We went to an office where he introduced me to Vitaly. Vitaly had a business getting visas for Russians who wanted to work abroad, and had two girls working there. One of them, Tanya, was very good-looking and her dress showed maximum cleavage. She didn’t speak much English. Natasha, the other one, was average-looking but spoke very good English. Both were in their early twenties. Vitaly was very interested in my travel story and invited me, the girls and Andrei to go to a Japanese restaurant. He had a thing for Japan and Buddhism.
    He asked me if I’d be going to countries like Cambodia and Laos, and when I said yes he asked me to get him some information about meditation once I was there. I didn’t have to pay for the food that night. Later that night Andrei and I took another walk and we bought some vodka. He was getting drunk and annoying when I tried to speak with some girls, and I got the idea he was not exactly translating what I told him, so I suggested we went back to his house and sleep. And so we did. His wife put a mattress on the floor and gave me an old blanket. When I woke up their dirty dog was sleeping next to me on my pillow.  At a guess I’d stolen its blanket.
    The next morning,