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With much humbleness, I submit this partial report of time spent thus far in Kiev. I have been making a swath through Eastern Europe and have been in Kiev for three disastrous days. My flat, obtained through Alpha Agency, is right off Bessarabska Square and really nice for $50/night. No air conditioning though and it has been very hot and humid here, which just about kills a Vegas boy likeme. Don't know if I've ever sweated so much in my life.
Thursday
Arrived from Kharkov by train. I cannot express how much I hated that city. No center, none of the legendary Ukrainian beauties I hear about. I ate something there that made me sick for days and maybe I'll just attribute my poor showing here in Kiev to that.
Went to Club Tchaikovsky, which was very packed and pretty fun. The cover was 50 hrv, though. The deejays participate just a little bit too excessively for my tastes, making themselves the center of attention. As my intestines were doing cartwheels I really didn't have my best game face on, but I did enjoy some of the sights. I approached one Anna Kournikova lookalike, tried to engage her with my horrible Russian, had a little success, but she was really there just to dance. Nothing else really caught my eye but I'm really just a picky asshole. Went home alone.
Friday
After sleeping twelve hours, still not feeling 100%, did some touristy things during the day, chatted with some locals. No phone numbers, though, as I was still off my game.
Forced myself to the Irish Bar around 10:30pm and ran into the dreaded expatella, cute enough I suppose, from the USA. It took me a good thirty minutes to shake her off, just in time for a group of Aussies/Norwegians to lasso her in. They asked me where to go for fun, and from info from this board I suggested Cocktail 111. They goaded me into going, we lost the American chick and piled into a private car for 10 hrv. They were amazed that I just flagged down a car and they rewarded me with drinks all night long. Funny.
At 111, some beautiful girls mixed in with mostly average ones. I hate to mention stereotypes, but it was no surprise to me that the Norwegians got so intoxicated they got snubbed by every babe in the place and eventually got thrown out. Being the sensitive American male, instead of jettisoning them I babysat, pushed them into a cab and sent them on their way. Went back in for another look, but nothing caught my eye. It was about 4am, and I realized I was also very drunk, but my poor judgement, horniness and high Kiev expectations sent me to the River Palace, just for a looksee. Five minutes inside I realized (a) this place is pretty empty and (b) not my scene. Went home alone.
Saturday
More touristy things during the day. Met a stunning girl at the perfume store during the day ("I'm looking for a nice perfume for my little sister's birthday") and got her number, but have yet to use it. Later at the Irish Bar I met a college professor from California who seems to be on a parallel trip through Europe. We went again to 111 and again it was packed and again the same unappealing ratio of 8-9 to 6-8. We did, however, zero on two unbelievably beautiful girls, both named Natasha, one blond and one brunette (who might have been Georgian, not sure). We danced for about an hour, talked in broken English and Russian, bought them drinks and then heard the dreaded words "Miy jenat" = "We are married." I didn't believe them but the wedding ring tanlines were unmistakable. They laughed and ran out the door. Heartbreaking. Went home alone.
Three strikes and you're out.
I will be here until Wednesday so I hope this terrible dry spell will end. I had lots of free action in St. Petersburg and Moscow so I'm hoping that all the great things I've read about Kiev will eventually bear fruit. I submit this humble report for your amusement and as a reality check to those who expect everything to be automatic.
Zizz
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Uke Boy and Beansed: thanks guys!
Using the ATM is much easier and safer to carry less cash in so I'll do that.
For those of you planning a trip (at least from U.S.) getting a visa is simple. I applied by mail to the San Francisco Ukrainian consulate by printing off the online application. Just read all the instructions carefully and follow them. I figured if I was going to get stuck paying the $100 "application" fee (which is really just a "back atcha" from the Ukrainian government for the U.S's new application fee for foreign visitors) I'd apply for a 5 year multiple entry visa. The cost was $165 total. I received the 5 year tourist visa in about two weeks.
So if you're going to apply and think you might go back, get the 5 year multiple entry visa as the cost isn't that much higher than a single entry.
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Congratulations for doing all the miracles together like going to River Palace at 4a.m and hoping to find any girls in the already-deserted-August-Kiev.
You might try to go to Mandarin Bar at 6a.m for a change.
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Venereal Dizziness VD.
Oo!
So touchy!!
Can't you see, anybody can tell ya, I'm just jealous, that's all.
I wanna work in Ukraine too, you know, but they don't seem to need anymore lazy horndogs.
Feeling quite homesick for the motherland.
Must hang on for a while longer until next opportunity.
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Mangus,
How come you never give the gift of of pictures in my neck of the woods???
By the way...we are looking for someone to run to biggest South Florida escort service now that our leader is on vacation.
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Vegamars,
When are you going to contribute something that will be useful to this forum or even to any other forum where you have a presence. For example, I see that in the Istanbul forum today your "useful" telephone numbers were a complete waste of time. For a lot of us, that is no surprise.
Fizz Bang,
I am not sure just what "type" you are looking for but your ailments may have an impact on your attempts. River Palace, and most any other venue, are best from about midnight to 2 or 3 AM. After that, most places are the truly desperate looking for the even more desperate.
By the way, if the two stunners at 111 on Saturday said they were "zenat" they may have been lesbians. The proper term is "zamuzhem" if they are married to a guy. And I hope you understand that here the marriage band is on the right hand not the left as in the USA.
Why don't you call the perfume store girl? If all else fails, pick up the phone and start calling the agencies.
Good luck
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I've never had the aim of contributing as giving tons of phone numbers will not help anyone, especially if he's wise enough to tell he got it via internet.
Maybe you have no idea, but the phone numbers of the girls in Istanbul are temporary throughout the year and even throughout the day.
I don't need to prove anything by posting pictures and so on. Besides, they're definitely not like the kind of ordinary photos of ordinary quality on the forum and I wouldn't wanna turn everything upside down all of a sudden.
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Vegamars,
Let me get this clear in my mind. In the Istanbul forum you deliberately gave out phone numbers that you now admit were useless when you gave them out. It does place in doubt the truth or accuracy of all of your other contributions.
No one is asking you for pictures or phone numbers here, although I do recall the one picture you posted in this forum was a murky long distance shot of some girl in front of a church. It definitely was not an ordinary picture since we would need a microscope to see the lady's face.
You don't have to prove anything to anyone but it would be nice if you would post something useful sometimes.
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Yeah, I admit now, I've made it all up!!
I've been talking about a different Kiev anyway, one totally in my dreams.
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Ho hum.
Basta perrogi!
Oh Smegma, the only thing more boring than your dreary monger's philosophy is your contrived huffiness.
Yookie, leave him alone. That awesome church girl photo is his life's greatest accomplishment, his ultimate peak and all time personal best. Its a virtual
masterpiece of ignominity, a genuine reflection of the artist himself. Pure unadulterated steaming hot sexy peddled flesh of the worst kind!
Yes, yes, your secret's finally revealed,........FATHER Vega!!
Gasp!!!!!!
Or should I say, your holiness Monsigneur Juan Carlo de la Puta Vega, our patron saint of marzipan!
Hail Mary Halleh-fucking-lueja!!
So I'm afraid you've twisted your last alter boy, and now its time to confess.
MAY THE POWER OF MICE COMPEL YOU!!
DIMI!! OH DIMI!! WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME?? DIMI!!!!
Really though, just teasing you, you know its not anything personal.
Ukes, don't provoke the bear! After all, what in the world would we ever do, if he made good on his threat to suddenly turn everything upside down on us all with extraordinary quality of extraordinary photos. Ukes, do not attempt to clear your mind, do not adjust your TV screen. He who has nothing to prove proves nothing.
Rollo Pollo, este es una aci para ti, mang!
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Kiev, stage 2
In my previous post, I reported on my disastrous first three days in Kiev. I was beginning to believe that a pox had been put on me for the terrible things I did to the nice girls of Russia and Latvia. I am pleased to report that my fortunes have reversed.
Sunday
Met some nice guys at the Irish Bar and the three of us decided, against all odds, to see if we could scare up some trouble on a rainy Sunday night in August at 11 pm. Flying blind, we first went to Moda Bar and sent one us down to check it out. Twelve people, five of them guys. We asked the driver to take us someplace happening and he shrugged and tore off to Opium. Closed. Then to Carribean Club and this time I went in to check the scene. Not packed but sixty to seventy people, mostly girls, so in like flint.
Carribean Club has salsa dancing until midnight when it turns into generic pop. Nice place, I highly recommend it for something different than the normal eurodiskoclub. I had been watching this Elisabeth Shue lookalike twirl around in her little white miniskirt for about ten minutes when, remembering cues from this board about being direct, I brazenly walked up and starting dancing about two feet in front of her. Positive response as she turned around and starting grinding her ass into my crotch. My buddies were in shock. Danced and chatted with her for about thirty minutes and got her number before her trollish friends angrily whisked her away in a taxi. Went to River Palace at about 3am and saw nothing I liked and went home.
Monday
I woke up, SMS-ed ''Elisabeth" and asked her to lunch, just a block away from my apartment. By 2pm she was in my bed but no intercourse. This will be a hard nut to crack but she may be the best looking woman I've seen so far in Kiev so I'm willing to wait it out.
SMS-ed "Tania" from the perfume store and we met at Zodiak cafe/bar and shared a drink. By 6pm she was in my bed but no intercourse. Different girl, same story. But let me tell you I'm having the time of my life as these girls are ridiculously hot.
Walked up to Irish Bar and was ready to settle with a Monday beer and a ride back to the apartment. Some expats were headed to, you guessed it, River Palace, midnight. Shit I had been there twice already and didn't like anything I saw, but what the hell. I have read that every girl at RP is working but I don't think that's totally true. Regardless, a room full of very beautiful girls. I think the two near misses I had before in the day had gotten to me and I decided, though I normally only do amateur, to take one of these girls home. I zeroed in on a hot blonde, dressed all in white, face 7 and body 9.5. She wanted $250 and I iced her until she came around to $150, so off we went to my flat.
We both showered and hopped in bed. Smooth and muscular ass and legs that only strippers and dancers seem to possess. She said she only did this once a month, yeah right, to pay cell phone bills. Screwed off and on until 7am and she screamed so much that I thought I was going to get evicted. BBBJ, CIM, DATY. As she left, she gave me back my $50 and said she had "finished" twelve times, which I think means climaxed. Wow, this is a rebate policy I can get behind.
Monday
Saw "Tania" for lunch again and I told her that I had a business meeting at 4pm, not true but I wanted to put the ice on her a little bit. She promptly suggested we go back to my place and, by 3pm, she was riding me like a bronco. 5'5, face 8, body 9, girlfriend material. Booted her out, took a nap and headed to this internet cafe.
I have a date with "Elisabeth" tonight. God give me strength to keep up with this 19-year old wildcat as I'm an old man of 31!
Zizz
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Mangus,
I did want to take your advice and ignore our friend Veggie. However, it seems he now has taken things one big step too far. This is his post in today's Istanbul forum:
"If you're experienced enough to select, you can find pretty young girls.
It's true that there are a lot of girls of age 24 and above, but it's also quite possible to find very young first-timers like 16 and 17 years old.
More important of all is how the girl looks and performs rather than the real age."
I may not be reading this right but he seems to endorse child prostitution. Maybe Vegarmars can explain this statement of his much more clearly than he usually does?
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No need and no will to explain anything.
No difference between a 16 and a 24 year older, all can be treated as children.
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That comment should get him banned!
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Just as expected, support the idea in mind and do it secretly, but never have the guts to reveal on the double-faced and even the triple-faced forum.