Kiev break '12 Memoirs of an ageing monger. (cont'the from 2011).
Night one.
Enough of the fashion tip stuff here's the real thing, packed with useful tips for middle aged twats like me who just want to eff pretty gals.
Wiz air from Luton 12. 50 pm, £150 return. Parking in nearby compound. Because of airport based hassles, had to run to the plane arriving sweating and upset. Hadn't realised new 'one cabin bag' policy meant my shoulder bag had to be emptied out, then was challenged over size of plastic liquid bag. Usual long security queues. I will buy priority security route in next time. At least extra leg room option on plane made it a slightly less uncomfortable two and a half hours.
I stay at Partner Guest House 19 Baseina St which has been great in the past three years, but this time room a bit pokey. £270 for five nights. Lift temporarily broken a drag having to walk to my appt on floor seven. Stupid key system locked me out of my room more panic as I was awaiting a massage girl from Evita at the time I had used `Dolly 'in the past very nice but only hand job allowed. I got further with these guys (choice of 2 sevens sent) for $100 and was very happy, although much pissing around with excuses for lateness dragging on and on . Which seems typical and makes timing of taking 150mg Viagra for maximum effect a bit tricky. Had shower and a walk round the town bought basic food from nearby supermarket on edge of nearby Kreschatic St (Same thug guys hanging about, same sad alkies all over the place) and went back to sleep.
Day 2.
Woke with raging horn and spent ages attempting to find a girl from erotic massage sites. Dolly not answering phone, Evita only speaking Russian, Euphotia messed me about for two hours and I gave up on them I must have spent a fortune on calls as couldn't get local SIM card to work. Eventually found the number for 'Best' on this site posted by ClimaxNow in early Sept) , popped 100mg, to be on the safe side and waited 'till they sent a pretty long legged girl for $125. Took an hour and numerous chasing calls to the agency 100 yards away. These girls give true GFE where do they learn that to cuddle and look after you so passionately and lovingly, smile at you. If only my ex wife etc. Anyway, thoroughly sorted now. After the morning of passion I am completely despunked and totally relaxed. A pleasant walk about the Arena Amusement place opposite and a salad over the road girl watching. There is no understanding of customer care long waits for things and defensiveness. The waitresses are better but there seems to be a culture of downright ignorance and aggressiveness from guys here. Back to listen to the news quiz on the computer and a nice milky coffee.
The divisions here are huge and obvious with matt black land rover Brabus and big new bmw x5s on the road versus the have not and never will haves. This is exactly what is happening in the uk with city workers and grubbing politicians
Memoirs of an ageing monger (cont'd.)
Friday, night 3 of 5.
A nice start to the day at the cafe opposite. Food not so cheap here. Omelette bread and 2 coffees £12. Spent the day dozing, bathing and listening to radio 4 on the computer. I don't really want to wander about this time, it's so humid and hilly and what's to see apart from huge traffic and endless shops and offices.
In the evening, rang salon Evita who promised two girls with possible lesbi action and strap on. Something I have never tried since a near miss in the school library when the bigger boys cornered me fifty years ago. However, I couldn't wait, so opted for a 'kissing massage' from salon Dolly. I asked for a slim busty girl. Roslana turned up after twenty minutes before the 50mg had started to work-not really my type-nicely solid pictures accurate. No mouth kissing, no pussy eating and no fingering unfortunately-lots of artificial moaning as the elderly gentleman downstairs grew respectably engorged under her ministrations, with a hasty massage to follow the blessed relief-and all for the best part of £43 including a 50gn tip. I can get this in the uk from Bubbles or Vixens without the expense of the fare and so in, but there isn't the feeling of freedom.
One of these days I must have a proper holiday rather than these escorted European excursions for my penis.