Turkmenbashi. Hotel Turkmenbashi
I was at a workshop recently, September 2012, and I had the honor (or horror?) to stay at the Hotel Turkmenbashi (not even on TripAdvisor). I expected zero action or interest, knowing that the regions of Turkmenistan are not Ashgabat.
Well, the room I had looked out over the Caspian Sea. Not bad. Except at low tide where the garbage is visible and nothing is appealing about the sand at that point. Still, a view is a view.
I arrived on a weekend day, in the morning, and immediately put the do not disturb sign on my door. I was tired! Thus the housekeeping staff was free to look after others. And then on Monday I returned to my room, at the end of the first meeting day. No one had cleaned my room. I went to the front desk and insisted that someone come to my room, at least to bring toilet paper! And I went to my room.
Five minutes later, the hotel housekeeper (cute girl, in hotel uniform) came to my room. She left the door open to hallway while she went about her duties. While she was there she was visited 3 times by "friends" (not in uniform but in street clothes). I assumed they were checking to see when she would be ready to go home. After about 20 minutes she finished, and she said goodbye.
Not 10 minutes after, there was a knock on my door. One of the "friends" was there. And she spoke English! She wanted a light for her cigarette. She wanted a drink, if I had any. I suggested I was interested in something fun in return, and she immediately said, in English. 40 euro for an hour. 100 euro for the whole night. (6 of 10) How could I say no? She told me (I will call her Gulya, but I promised not to give a real name) , that the years had become more difficult for her as expat oilmen have become less frequent guests And so her prices have gone lower and her "marketing" has become distinctly less Turkmen. She gives a little money to housekeping to let her know when foreigners are in house. (Who else do they tell?)
So how was she? Great BJ! The rest was pretty oatmeal. Bland. I finished in Gulya's mouth, paid her 50 and sent her on her way.
In the morning, the front desk told me that cleaning the room was not every day, and I would have to request the service. So at 1700, I reported I needed my bed made. The maid did her job, and shortly after she finished, Albina knocked on door. Younger (maybe 22 v 26?) .8 of 10. Albina told me in broken English that if I kept her all night I only had to pay 50 euros and it would keep her from trouble. And that Gulya sent her to my room. I told her I want her to give me her I'd so I would know how old she really is, because she looks so young. Her I'd says 18 one month before. I gave back her card. I kept her for 3 days. She really was sweet, and a fat old man like me can only hope for a willingness like Albina's. She could not give me a phone number because she did not have a phone (or so she said).
I guess my point is, do not write off as impossible anything you MIGHT encounter! What an absolutely unexpected, low priced, and amazingly open week I had in an armpit (true!) of Central Asia.
This former republic of the USSR is closed to Russian citizens?
Had I mistakenly presumed that T-stan is a member of the CIS?
Or is my new girlfriend yanking my chain, telling me that she was previously madly in love and subsequently engaged to be married to a Turkmen, and even had an entire plan to move her parents to Ashgabat, until she somehow discovered that even if she married the guy, she would not be allowed to enter the country because she has a Russian passport?
Have I been under some misconception thinking that Russian citizens are not restricted from traveling to CIS countries?
Eleana is trying to tell me that because of all the oil wealth in T-stan, they do not allow any Russians to have entrance visas, even if they are married to a Turkmen?