Tashkent

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[b][color=green][size=4]Timing[/size][/color][/b]

I was in Tashkent:

July 19 - August 12 (25 nights)

[b][color=green][size=4]Statistics[/size][/color][/b]

During my 25-day stay in Tashkent, I had:

ST: 6
LT: 8
Girls: 14

- I only got laid 13 out of my 25 nights in Tashkent (52%).
- 2 of the STs were meant to be LTs.
- 4 of the 8 LT girls left early morning, so there were only 4 true LTs.

The most telling statistic of any trip is the LT percentage. In Tashkent, it was an abysmal 32%. The true LT percentage was an even worse 16%.

[b][color=green][size=4]Discos[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]Diplomat[/size][/color][/b]

Officially called [b]Club Diplomat-S[/b], Tashkent’s most publicized hooker disco is located on Navoiy Avenue, close to the Dedeman Silk Road. As the club is not visible from the street, some people may have trouble finding the place. Coming out of the Dedeman, turn right and walk until you spot a side street on the left (with ads on both corners). Diplomat is across from this street. You have to walk through the parking lot (full of taxis) to reach the club.

There are security guards by the entrance. I always whizzed past them, but Indians/Pakis were often stopped and had to show they had money to spend. There is no cover charge at Diplomat.

Walking up the stairs, you’ll reach the lounge area, with comfortable sofas and a few pool tables. Straight ahead (through the small corridor) is the restaurant. The club is to the right.

The small dance floor is surrounded by tables, which have a minimum consumption, and are only an option if you come with a group of friends. The club is pretty small, and can get crowded, especially on weekends.

The girls start trickling in after 11 PM. Diplomat is usually in full swing by 1 AM. It closes as early as 4 AM on slow nights, and as late as 5.30 AM on weekends.

Most of the girls in Diplomat are hoes, with a sprinkling of non-pros. A table with nothing but girls is a sign they’re not hoes... and most likely out of your league. The non-pros also tend to be babes, in shrill contrast to the decidedly average-looking hoes.

Last but no least, you should be aware that the Diplomat punters are the most obnoxious bunch of assholes on this planet. I had an altercation with a Paki blob trying to steal my girl. Regular visitors DirkDingy & Prosal got into fights with Indian/Paki monkeys. Also noteworthy is the fact that most of these turds are not foreign businessmen, but locals. Diplomat is also very popular with the Arab crowd. Westerners are a tiny minority.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Juliano[/size][/color][/b]

Tashkent’s second hooker disco, whose full name is [b]Ramses & Juliano[/b], is located in Bobur Park. It can be reached from either the Bobur St or the Bratislava St entrance.

The cover charge is 6.000 UZS. In front of the bar, you’ll find an area with small tables surrounded by bar stools. These “cheap seats” have no minimum consumption. The comfy sofas around the large dance floor do.

As in Diplomat, most of the girls are for hire. My research indicated that the quality in Juliano was lower than in Diplomat. I would strongly disagree! There were plenty of pretty damsels I would have loved to take for a spin. Alas, after offending Bonu on my very 1st night out in Tashkent, I wasn’t exactly popular in Juliano.

The punters in Juliano are mostly young Uzbeks, often with limited spending power. Juliano is also popular with local Turks. Westerners are a rare sight, little English is spoken and Juliano is definitely less Westerner-friendly than Diplomat.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Niagara[/size][/color][/b]

Niagara is close to the Oloy Bazaar, on the corner of Amir Temur St & Abdulla Qodiriy St. There is no cover charge.

With orange & green fluorescent rock walls, this nice club is very bright. It has 2 connecting dance floors, fronted by mirrors. As usual, the tables have a minimum consumption. The bar is all the way at the back.

Unlike Diplomat & Juliano, Niagara is [u]not[/u] a hooker disco. On my 1st visit, the dance floor was full of young boys watching themselves in the mirror while practicing their dance moves. None of the pretty girls would return my smile. I was probably the oldest man in the club, and simply felt out of place.

Near the end of my trip, Juliano was closed in anticipation of Ramadan. The Juliano girls migrated to Niagara. Unfortunately, my bad rep continued to haunt me.

Niagara is the hunting ground for ethnic Russians. They don’t (have to) pay for pussy.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Sky Club[/size][/color][/b]

My research revealed that Sky Club, at the Grande Plaza Hotel, was another hooker disco. It was closed by the time I made it to Tashkent.

[b][color=green][size=4]Strip Clubs[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]FM Bar[/size][/color][/b]

FM Bar is part of the Zarafshan Complex, next to Kafe Broadway, on a small street connecting Sayilgoh St & Matbuotchilar St.

After the girls perform on stage, they tour the small bar, soliciting for lap dances. Being the perfect gentleman, I gracefully accepted each and every invitation.

- Alona was tall, with long blonde hair. Reports indicated groping was not allowed, so I kept my hands to myself. I loved it when Alona caressed her face against mine and moved her lips tantalizingly close to mine.
- Yola was a curly haired blonde. After observing the locals, I let my hands roam all over her body.
- Big titted brunette Leila wasn’t wearing a bra, so I could squeeze her soft tits.
- Curly brunette Emma had the prettiest face, and spoke good English.
- Finally, brunette Crystal was the skinniest girl to dance in my lap.

The hottest chick in the bar had short, curly, platinum blonde hair. I witnessed her perform on stage twice. Unlike the other girls, she kept hiding in the back, never doing a lap dance for anyone.

The FM Bar girls had athletic bodies, but from up close, their faces showed signs of age. Maybe I should have gone back to try & meet the angel who escaped me. I never got round to it.

The cover charge is 10.000 UZS. Beers are 9.000 UZS, plus 20% service charge. Lap dances are just 5.000 UZS.

The strippers cannot be barfined, but reports suggest you can arrange to meet them outside office hours.

[b][color=green][size=4]Tashkent Girls[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]Service[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=purple][size=2]Statistics[/size][/color][/b]

[u][b]Kissing[/b][/u]

DFK: 12 (86%)
Lips Only: 1 (7%)
No Kissing: 1 (7%)

[u][b]Blowjobs[/b][/u]

BBBJ: 7 (50%)
CBJ: 0 (0%)
No BJ: 7 (50%)

[u][b]Overall[/b][/u]

Great Service: 8 (57%)
Decent Service: 4 (29%)
Bad Service: 2 (14%)

[b][color=purple][size=2]Observations[/size][/color][/b]

The service in Tashkent ran the full gamut, from scam artist Anna to sex pot Diora.

Some girls refused to suck my dick, on account of being Muslim.

The girls often expected me to come quickly. Those insufferable Indians/Pakis probably spontaneously combust at the sight of a white girl opening her legs. I prefer to get my money’s worth.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Looks[/size][/color][/b]

I spotted plenty of truly hot chicks around town, even though Tashkent can not at all compete with St. Petersburg or Odessa in terms of eye candy. Of course, what really matters is: What do the hoes look like?

My main grievance with the Diplomat hoes is that so many girls were... overweight. There were plenty of pretty faces that were potentially very attractive... if only they lost a few pounds. While the lack of skinny girls severely limited my options, the selection no doubt reflects the preferences of the Indian/Paki/Arab vermin Diplomat attracts.

The Juliano girls were younger, prettier & skinnier. Unfortunately, many of the pretty birds preferred local boys their age to an older Westerner they could barely communicate with. My bad rep was another stumbling block.

Truly hot Uzbek chicks... go to Dubai, where they can make considerably more money.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Money[/size][/color][/b]

Just about every Tashkent hoe will ask for... 100 dollarrrr. I love the way Russian speakers roll their R’s, especially at the end of words. So what does a crisp 100 USD bill buy you in Tashkent?

Instead of trying to negotiate a lower price, I strived to make sure the girls would stay the night. The problem was that many girls would receive a phone call early morning, either from their pimp/boyfriend or a worried family member. I hate morning wake-up calls when on holiday!

Another problem was that many girls insisted on being paid in advance. I hate that shit! But it actually stands to reason, considering the vermin these girls have to deal with.

To counter both of the aforementioned issues, I switched to offering the girls 50 USD per pop. If the girl insisted on being paid in advance, I’d put 50 USD in the nightstand drawer... just as I was about to jump her bones.
Since the girls are generally ready to leave the club as soon as a deal has been struck, another strategy would be:

- Strike an “all night” deal early.
- Take the girl to your room straight away.
- Get as many pops as you can.
- While partying in your room all night.
- Release the girl when the sun comes up.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Registration[/size][/color][/b]

When a girl joins you in your hotel room, she has to be registered. All Tashkent hotels will charge you for registering your guest. Judging from reports, the charge varies between 10 and 50 USD.

I didn’t want to deal with this hassle & extra cost, and stayed in an apartment, where girls could come & go without any need for registration.

When I visited Juliano with a fellow punter, one girl he talked to wouldn’t join him in his hotel... but he was welcome to fuck her at her place. Non-pros may also object to being officially registered... as hoes.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Venues[/size][/color][/b]

Diplomat: 21 visits - 6 ST - 6 LT
Juliano: 5 visits - 2 LT
Niagara: 3 visits - No score

[b][color=blue][size=3]Origins[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=purple][size=2]Stani[/size][/color][/b]

Girls from Central Asian countries of the former USSR (Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, Kazakhstan) are collectively called Stani’s.

[b][color=purple][size=2]Russian[/size][/color][/b]

Ethnic Russians only make up 5,5% of the population (Wikipedia), but are very well represented in Diplomat. For my taste, Russian girls are more beautiful. They definitely have more diverse looks. You can even find yourself a blue eyed blonde.

Unfortunately, the tendency to be overweight is even more pronounced among Russian pros.
[b][color=purple][size=2]Korean[/size][/color][/b]

The main ethnic groups in Tashkent are Uzbek, Tajik, Russian and... Korean! For your enlightenment, the Koreans were forcibly relocated to the region by Stalin in the 1930s.

There were many Korean families in the neighborhood where I stayed. Their daughters were often cute as hell. Since it was an upscale neighborhood, they were also stuck up as hell.
On a few occasions, I spotted some Korean chicks in Diplomat. They turned out to be unapproachable non-pros. I badly wanted to nail a piece of Korean ass, but never encountered the elusive Korean hoe.

[b][color=purple][size=2]Rough Split-up[/size][/color][/b]

Stani: 9
Russian: 3
Exotic: 2

[b][color=purple][size=2]Detailed Split-up[/size][/color][/b]

For girls of mixed parentage, half a point or a quarter point was attributed to each country/ethnic group:

Uzbek: 5
Tajik: 3
Russian: 2,5
Western: 1
Iranian: 0,5
Turkish: 0,5
Turkmen: 0,5
Ukrainian: 0,5
Azerbaijani: 0,25
Tatar: 0,25

Quite an exotic mix!

[b][color=blue][size=3]Kids[/size][/color][/b]

14 girls - 5 mothers (36%)

Considering “kids” were not a selection criteria, the MILF factor was rather low.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Language[/size][/color][/b]

While many of the pros speak sufficient English to negotiate a deal, few speak English well enough to have an actual conversation.

Girls who speak no English whatsoever will (rudely) turn down non-Russian speakers.

The level of English is decidedly lower in Juliano than in Diplomat.

There are a few girls who speak good English, and who specifically target Westerners. They tend to be older & less attractive.

[b][color=green][size=4]Tashkent P4P Scene[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]Hooker Discos[/size][/color][/b]

The Tashkent P4P scene is concentrated in a few hookers discos. Being a night owl, I love to party all night & sleep all day. Contrary to reports, Tashkent pros are generally not party animals. Uzbekistan being a Muslim country, the girls also tend to be rather reserved in public. They dress conservatively. Dirty dancing & French kissing are frowned upon.

The pros are ready to leave as soon as a deal has been struck, which is not a bad idea in Tashkent. Getting naughty in the disco is a no-no, but things can get wild in the private after-party in your room. Make sure you have music & plenty of booze.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Local Punters[/size][/color][/b]

The vast majority of punters in Tashkent are locals, and their venue of choice is mainly determined by their ethnicity.

The repugnant Indians/Pakis flocking to Diplomat couldn’t possible get laid unless they paid for it. You’ll also see plenty of Arab types.

Juliano is mainly a playground for young Uzbeks, and is also popular among local Turks.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Westerners[/size][/color][/b]

Westerners are a rare sight in Tashkent, and most are on business trips. I only met 1 bona fide sex tourist in Tashkent – an Aussie!

From hookers to taxi drivers to security guards, I was asked if I was Pakistani or Turkish! How anyone could confuse me for a Paki is dumbfounding! Not to mention downright insulting.

So are Westerners popular in Tashkent? Well, unknown is often unloved. Not speaking Russian is a further handicap. In short, the simple answer is: “No!”

Having said that, there are girls who specialize in the Westerner market. Alas, they’re not exactly the youngest or prettiest girls!

[b][color=blue][size=3]Uzbek Mafia[/size][/color][/b]

Every night, there were a couple of Uzbek kids in Diplomat, who generally kept to themselves. But on a number of occasions, I spotted them dancing with a girl near closing time. The kid then accompanied the girl outside, ushered her into a fancy car, and walked off into the sunset...

One night, I witnessed the following scene in Diplomat. A girl is crying in the lounge area. A suspected mafia kid & a security guard are listening to her sob story. I don’t understand what she’s saying, but a bell rings when I hear these 2 key phrases: “[i]Chekia[/i]” & “[i]Nyet rabochi[/i]”. So the girl was Czech and she wasn’t a working girl. When the girl finishes her story, the security guard bi*ch slaps the mafia kid.

My interpretation: the Uzbek kids in Diplomat are low level representatives of the Uzbek mafia. When the kid spotted an unfamiliar face, he tried to shake her down for contributions. When the girl turned out to be a Czech tourist, he got slapped by the security guard.

The Tashkent hoes may be freelancers, but I’m convinced the Uzbek mafia gets their share of the spoils.

[b][color=green][size=4]Final Words[/size][/color][/b]

If only Diplomat weren't crawling with Indian/Paki/Arab cockroaches. If only the Diplomat hoes didn’t have such fat asses. While Tashkent was a big disappointment, it actually does have great potential.

Uzbekistan is surrounded by countries harboring the most obnoxious people on the planet, who also happen to have a fetish for white meat. As long as they dominate the scene, Uzbekistan will never catch on as a Westerner’s P4P destination. And that’s a damn shame, as Tashkent is the most delightful of cities.

Loso

[b][color=green][size=4]getting there & away[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]lufthansa flight[/size][/color][/b]

i flew to tashkent with lufthansa, booking my ticket directly through the lufthansa site.

ticket: 191 eur
taxes & fees: 307,67 eur
service charge: 10 eur
[b]total: 508,67 eur[/b]

the flights between munich and tashkent were operated by privatair, which specializes in private charters, but also operates scheduled flights for regular airlines.

the business class section took up way more space than the economy section. with such a set-up, you have a decent chance of an upgrade. i got the bubbly!

i had a business class seat next to the emergency exit, with a fully reclining seat. after enjoying several glasses of champagne, we were shown the selection of entrées and main courses. no, not a description or a picture, but the actual meal.

to cut a long story short, i’ve never been so comfy or happy on a plane.

[b][color=blue][size=3]airport taxi[/size][/color][/b]

as i was staying at an apartment, the apartment owner picked me up at the airport. since his car had an accident, his friend was driving. i was charged a ridiculous 20 usd for the airport pick-up.

flagging down a taxi for the ride back to the airport, i paid just 6.000 uzs (less than 3 usd).

[b][color=green][size=4]visa & registration[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]visa[/size][/color][/b]

i applied for my uzbek visa at the embassy in brussels. the visa fees depend upon the length of stay. i paid 80 eur for a 1 month tourist visa, by transferring the money into the bank account mentioned at the bottom of the page. i picked up my visa a week later.

to avoid problems with registration when staying in an apartment, you should apply for a business visa. for citizens of belgium (and 9 other countries), it seems as if a business visa does not have additional requirements or higher fees, compared to a tourist visa.

[b][color=blue][size=3]registration[/size][/color][/b]

your passport needs to be registered within 72 hours of your arrival in uzbekistan. if you’re staying at a hotel, you will be registered automatically. if you’re staying at an apartment, you must register in person at the local police department of registration.

staying at an apartment, and holding the wrong type of visa (tourist visa), getting the required registration turned out to be a nightmare!

contrary to expectations, my registration was not checked when leaving the country.

[b][color=green][size=4]accommodation[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]hotel vs. apartment[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=purple][size=2]hotel[/size][/color][/b]

when a girl joins you in your hotel room, she has to be registered. all tashkent hotels will charge you for registering your guest. judging from reports, the charge varies between 10 and 50 usd.

i didn’t want to deal with this registration hassle. i wouldn’t even have traveled to tashkent if hotels were my only option. i only applied for my visa and bought my plane ticket [u]after[/u] having secured an apartment reservation!

[b][color=purple][size=2]apartment[/size][/color][/b]

especially for longer stays, apartments are [u]much[/u] cheaper than hotels. you get a much larger living space, with a separate living room and kitchen. you’ll have a big fridge, which you can stock full of food & booze. you can party with the girls in your apartment. you can invite as many girls as you can handle. no registration. no hassle. no extra charge.

staying in an apartment does have one drawback, though. the girls will often think you can’t afford a hotel. since most westerners in tashkent are business travelers staying in plush hotels, a sex tourist staying in an average apartment will look... poor! to impress the girls, you’ll need a fancy apartment.

[b][color=blue][size=3]apartments[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=purple][size=2]my apartment[/size][/color][/b]

the rent was 50 usd/day or 600 usd/month. i rented the apartment for a month, and stayed for 25 days, so my daily rent was just 24 usd. taking into account the cost of my registration at the hotel hadra (180 usd) and my utilities bill (10 usd), my total accommodation cost was 790 usd or 31,6 usd/day. even though the registration was an expensive nuisance, that’s still pretty cheap.

as you can judge from the pictures, the apartment is adequate, but far from luxurious. when i asked the girls how much my apartment would fetch on the local market, the replies ranged from 200 to 300 usd. the girls were definitely [u]not[/u] impressed with my accommodation! shakhina even warned other girls that my apartment was a dump. maybe i just fucked her too hard.

during summer, the main problem with the apartment is the heat. technically, the apartment is air-conditioned. there is an ac unit by the window. if you switch it on, it blows coldish air. but it’s simply not powerful enough to have any effect on the room temperature.

the main bedroom is in the middle of the apartment, has no ac and is impossible to cool down. it gets sweltering hot, so fucking tends to be a sweaty affair.

the apartment is located on mustaqillik avenue in the upscale darhan neighborhood. the korzinka supermarket across the street sells anything but alcohol. next door, you’ll find a liquor store & pharmacy. an internet shop is also nearby.

[b][color=purple][size=2]rental apartment sites[/size][/color][/b]

the market for rental apartments in tashkent is tiny. with demand often surpassing supply, securing an apartment reservation may prove difficult!

- http://www.apartment.sk.uz/
- http://www.makler.uz/en/

if you have local contacts, they may be able to assist you with renting an apartment. having access to the local market should yield many more options and much lower prices.

[b][color=blue][size=3]hotels[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=purple][size=2]hotel hadra[/size][/color][/b]

i never even considered staying at a hotel in tashkent, and only mention the hotel hadra because that’s where i was officially registered. i wouldn’t recommend anybody stay there, as the place is a total & utter dump. what else can you expect for 18.000 uzs/day?

the lp site describes it as “[i]the darkest hole in all of central asia[/i]”. they also mention it “[i]doubles as a decidedly low-class brothel[/i]”. i wish i’d known that!

considering how awful the place was, i was surprised that smartly dressed local businessman stayed there. one westerner documented his stay on youtube.

[b][color=green][size=4]food[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]kafe restaurant agat[/size][/color][/b]

agat is located on sayilgoh st, and is part of the zarafshan complex. it has a lovely outdoor setting by a fountain.

the [i]tshurin[/i] meat (whatever that means) is absolutely yummy! it was so good i often ordered a double portion. the uzbek national dish is [i]shashlik[/i] – delicately flavored meat-on-a-stick. since the service is damn slow, i recommend ordering soup as a starter, to cut down on the waiting time.

a great meal should only set you back around 5 usd.

[b][color=blue][size=3]yolki-palki[/size][/color][/b]

yolki-palki is a russian restaurant chain with a barnyard theme. st. petersburg is littered with them. in tashkent, you’ll find a yolki-palki on the corner of mustaqillik avenue & shahrisabz st.

they have an extensive menu. the service is lightning fast. you can order & devour a 3 course meal within 45 minutes! they also serve specialty beers, courtesy of the brauhaus next door.

how does [i]pancakes with salmon[/i], followed by [i]beef with blueberry sauce[/i] and topped off by a [i]tiramisu[/i] or [i]black forest gateau[/i] sound? all that for around 10 usd. and yolki-palki is actually an expensive restaurant for tashkent standards!

contrary to most tashkent restaurants, prices do not include a service charge.

[b][color=blue][size=3]cafe opera[/size][/color][/b]

one day, while walking past, i decided to have a bite to eat at cafe opera outside the plush dedeman silk road. when i saw the menu, i realized i’d made a major blunder. the prices were ridiculous!

i ordered a coke (5 usd) and a club sandwich (12 usd). i got a pleasant surprise when i asked if i could pay in local currency, though. my bill was converted according to the official exchange rate of 1.600 uzs/usd, while the black market rate was 2.200 uzs/usd.

could you get the same 27% discount by paying your hotel bill in local currency, at the dedeman and other hotels?

[b][color=green][size=4]transportation[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]taxi[/size][/color][/b]

any car is tashkent is potentially a taxi. having said that, most drivers that’ll stop & pick you up are professional taxi drivers, even if there’s no taxi sign on top. you’ll often see drivers stop to clean their car – taxis are generally kept immaculately clean.

the fares range from 1.000 uzs for short rides (apartment to yolki-palki) to 3.000 uzs for long rides (apartment to juliano). for most rides, i paid 2.000 uzs.

i refused to deal with the taxi mafia outside diplomat. they wouldn’t go anywhere for less than 3.000 uzs! i just walked to the main street to catch a taxi.

the taxi drivers outside juliano are much more reasonable. even though juliano was 3 times as far as diplomat, i had no trouble getting a ride home for 3.000 uzs.

[b][color=blue][size=3]metro[/size][/color][/b]

tashkent also has a metro system, with a fare of 600 uzs for any single journey. since police checks are reputedly frequent on the metro, i thought it wise to avoid the metro.

[b][color=green][size=4]tashkent map[/size][/color][/b]

if you need a map of tashkent, check out the roadside book stalls on navoiy avenue. they sell large, detailed maps of tashkent, either with cyrillic or roman script. i paid 2.000 uzs for the english version.

btw, the official language of uzbekistan is uzbek, which is now written in the roman script. while some locals may have difficulty reading the street sings, it’s great for tourists. fyi, i consistently use the uzbek spelling for street names in my report.

[b][color=green][size=4]currency[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]money changers[/size][/color][/b]

the currency of uzbekistan is the som (uzs). throughout my trip, i exchanged money at turkuaz mall in chorsu. the exchange rate was 2.200 uzs to the usd, and 2.700 uzs to the eur.

the money changer was in a fake travel agency called aviakassa (big sign, cyrillic script) or atlas travel (small sign; roman script), displaying a picture of an air uzbekistan plane.

the largest denomination is 1.000 uzs! a huge stack of cash containing 100.000 uzs, is only worth 45 usd.

according to prosal, counting the bills after making an exchange may offend money changers. i always checked when i returned to my apartment, and never found any discrepancy. uzbek money changers are honest.

[b][color=blue][size=3]atm machines[/size][/color][/b]

there are supposed to be atm machines at the intercontinental hotel & uzbekistan hotel.

i discovered an atm machine at the kapitalbank on sayilgoh st, which accepted maestro & mastercard. according to the security guard, it was open from 8 am to 5 pm.

understandably, atm machines only dispense usd. i was carrying plenty of cash and didn’t require atm machines.

[b][color=blue][size=3]customs[/size][/color][/b]

when you enter the country, you have to declare every single currency you’re carrying on the customs form (in duplicate). when leaving, you have to declare how much you have left. they do check the before & after figures, and will confirep001e any undeclared currencies.

[b][color=green][size=4]sim card[/size][/color][/b]

since it’s less hassle to buy a sim card for a local, the apartment owner bought my sim card on his passport. the mts sim card cost 13.500 uzs, including 9,25 usd credit. the sim card does not work straight away. you need to wait until you receive an sms, which takes about an hour.

[b][color=green][size=4]laundry[/size][/color][/b]

i had a washing machine and an ironing board in my apartment, so i was able to do my own laundry.

[b][color=green][size=4]climate[/size][/color][/b]

tashkent has a mediterranean climate, with long, hot summers and short, but cold winters.

during my summertime visit, daytime temperatures rose as high as 35°c (95°f), but since it was a dry heat, it didn’t feel that hot. even during long daytime walks, i barely perspired. at night, temperatures dropped to a pleasant 20°c (68°f). the perfect summertime climate!

[b][color=green][size=4]safety[/size][/color][/b]

the men in green ([i]militzia[/i]) are omnipresent in tashkent. during the daytime, there seemed to be a couple of cops every hundred yards or so along mustaqillik avenue. their raison d’être seemed to be stopping the traffic when a vip had to drive past. nobody was allowed to cross the street and you couldn’t see a car for miles. totally weird!

the police tend to leave foreigners alone. i was never stopped or checked.

the huge police presence means there is virtually no street crime, making tashkent one of the safest cities in the world. you can safely walk around any time, day or night.

[b][color=green][size=4]tashkent city[/size][/color][/b]

tashkent is a city of wide tree-lined avenues, where the traffic never seems to get stuck. it’s a green city with plenty of parks & fountains. the climate is perfect to walk around and discover the diverse architecture. tashkent is well & truly a delightful place to be!

loso

[b][color=green][size=4]Passport Registration[/size][/color][/b]

When you travel to Uzbekistan, your passport needs to be registered within 3 days of your arrival. If you’re staying at a hotel, you will be registered automatically and free of charge. If you’re staying at an apartment, you must register in person at the Local Police Department of Registration (OVIR in Russian).

[b][color=green][size=4]Rental Contract[/size][/color][/b]

The owner of my apartment was an elderly Russian man called Ernest, who spoke little English. He came to my apartment early morning, with 2 copies of the apartment rental contract for me to sign (1 in English; 1 in Russian).

The rent I actually paid was 600 USD for a month. The contract mentioned a rent of just 245.000 UZS (111 USD at the time). The next paragraph read: “[i]The agreement of the price is an important condition of this contract and a concealment of the real price of the rent is fraught with consequences.[/i]”

[b][color=green][size=4]Police Department[/size][/color][/b]

After walking up a few flights of stairs, Ernest joined the queue. I took a seat at the back, and watched the proceedings. It took Ernest about half an hour to take care of business, after which we went down one floor to the director’s office. He still needed to approve my registration.

It took about 15 minutes before it was our turn. After a quick glance at Ernest’s paperwork, the director’s response was: “[i]Tourists should stay at a hotel![/i]” Ernest tried to argue. To no avail. Passport registration refused!

When I applied for my Uzbek visa at the embassy in Brussels, I clearly stated I would be staying in an apartment. If I wasn’t allowed to stay in an apartment on a tourist visa, they shouldn’t have granted me a tourist visa. But they did!

I didn’t have the opportunity to argue my case. The director didn’t speak a word of English. A total buffoon holding an exalted position! Typical for a military dictatorship.

The passport registration was supposed to cost around 40 USD. Of course, we never made it to the cashier. If successful, you come back to pick up your passport 2-3 days later.

[b][color=green][size=4]Business Visa[/size][/color][/b]

I figured the passport registration would be a formality. I figured Ernest would have experience with passport registrations. I couldn’t have been more wrong!

Ernest’s son used to take care of passport registrations. He’d now emigrated to Russia. Ernest should have known and told me I required a business visa to stay at an apartment. He was totally clueless!

[b][color=green][size=4]Hotel Hadra[/size][/color][/b]

Ernest talked to the manager of the Hotel Hadra, a high-rise apartment block opposite the Sirk (Circus). They would have been happy to handle my registration, had we come straight to them. But after Ernest explained that my registration had been refused, they got scared.

Hotel owners face a fine of 2.000 USD for registering a person who isn’t actually staying there. Since the police knew about my denied registration, they could check the place where I registered, suspecting I wouldn’t actually be staying there. That would be especially true for such a cheap hotel, where few foreigners ever stay.

[b][color=green][size=4]Chez Ernest[/size][/color][/b]

We walked to Ernest’s nearby house, so he could confer with his friends to try and find a solution. While Ernest was off to visit another nearby hotel, his wife kept talking to me in Russian. I didn’t understand a word, until a bell rang when I heard a familiar word: Cauchemar is both French and Russian for nightmare!

[b][color=green][size=4]Hotel Sayokhat[/size][/color][/b]

I’d told Ernest we needed to find a cheap tourist hotel. As soon as I saw the Hotel Sayokhat, I knew it was totally the wrong kind of place – an upscale business hotel.

The manager wanted to charge me 16 USD/day to handle my registration, reduced to 14 USD/day when they found out I was staying for 25 days. When Ernest was stupid enough to explain my situation in more detail, they got scared as well, and insisted I actually stay at the hotel. No fucking way!

I simply stormed out! Ernest’s utter stupidity was a liability. I was livid!

[b][color=green][size=4]Backpacker Hotel[/size][/color][/b]

I figured I needed to go to a backpacker hotel – on my own. I could simply explain that I was staying in an apartment, and needed a hotel to handle my registration. Of course, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to divulge my passport registration had been turned down.

I had to find an Internet shop. The Lonely Planet site would surely have information about backpacker accommodation in Tashkent.

[b][color=green][size=4]Sex Tourist[/size][/color][/b]

When Ernest joined me outside, he offered to refund the rent, if I was willing to check into a hotel.

I came clean with Ernest. I was a sex tourist! I was in Tashkent for one reason only: to party & fuck. There was no bloody way I would stay at a hotel, where the girls had to be registered. I’d rather change my plane ticket and simply go home! After fucking one local beauty, of course!

[b][color=green][size=4]Danger Money[/size][/color][/b]

Ernest called Hotel Hadra again, and asked if I would be willing to pay for a room there – about 6 USD. When we got there, the room charge was actually 18.000 UZS (over 8 USD). For 22 days, the fake registration would cost me 396.000 UZS (180 USD) in danger money. Bloody expensive, but at least it was a way out of the impasse.

[b][color=green][size=4]Registration Slips[/size][/color][/b]

I returned to the Hotel Hadra the next day, and left behind some toiletries & clothes to make my room look inhabited.

Paying for the full 22 days, I expected to receive my registration for the full 22 days. But they would only give me a registration slip for the next 2 days. WTF?

I called Ernest and ordered him to come over. The idiot didn’t understand, so I had to call him again. When Ernest finally showed, he explained that the hotel would only register me for a couple of days at a time!

I wasn’t about to waste time & money travelling to and from the Hotel Hadra every other day! As it was walking distance from his house, I told Ernest he should pick up my registration slips.

Throughout my trip, I changed money at the nearby Turkuaz mall. While I was in the neighborhood, I picked up the latest registration slips from Ernest. I wasn’t always carrying a current registration slip. I really didn’t care. I’d had enough of this registration bullshit!

[b][color=green][size=4]Don’t Worry, Be Happy[/size][/color][/b]

Ernest was still worried. He too faced a fine of 2.000 USD, if they ever found out I was staying at his apartment without being registered there. Ernest told me never, under any circumstances, to open the door if anyone knocked. Of course, nobody ever knocked on my door.

Besides, I was actually allowed to be in the apartment during the daytime. When the sun was up, I could be anywhere I pleased. If they’d caught me in the apartment at night, I’d have been in trouble. Spending every night in the disco, I was above the law!

The police are omnipresent in Tashkent. During the daytime, there seem to be a couple of cops every hundred yards. Walking home from Diplomat, along deserted streets late at night or early morning, I walked past the men in green many a time. I was never stopped. The Tashkent cops tend to leave foreigners alone.

[b][color=green][size=4]Airport Check[/size][/color][/b]

I’d neatly stacked and ordered all my registration slips for the airport check. When I tried to show them to the officer, he just waved ‘em away. The only thing they cared about at the airport is the currency I spent!

[b][color=green][size=4]Registration Farce[/size][/color][/b]

After spending all this time & money to get registered, nobody ever checked my registration! Is it really worth the hassle?

Loso

[b][color=green][size=4]Faux Pas[/size][/color][/b]

On my 1st night out in Tashkent, I went to Juliano. I had to get up early morning to deal with my registration, so I had no real intention of taking a girl home. I just wanted to check the talent and test the waters.

A girl at a nearby table was smiling at me. Bonu looked cute as a button with brown hair & bangs – a perfect little Russian doll. Bonu wanted 100 USD – perfectly in line with my research.

Bonu was in a hurry to go to my apartment. I viewed that as a bad sign. Reports suggested the Tashkent girls were party girls. In fact, while semi-pros & non-pros may like to party, the Tashkent pros generally like to leave as soon as the deal has been struck. A newbie misjudgment!

I walked around, purveying the scene, checking the competition & talent. After completing my rounds, I went back to interview Bonu - the prettiest girl in the house. Kissing? Not in the disco, but OK in the room. BBBJ? ([i]miniet bez preservatif[/i]) Nyet!

Bonu wandered off, but agreed to give me a BBBJ when she returned. When I took it a step further and inquired about anal sex, Bonu’s mouth fell open and her eyes seemed to be held open by matchsticks!

Anal sex is pretty common in Russia. Not all girls may be open to it, but no one will be shocked if you ask about it. But this was Tashkent! And Bonu was totally & utterly shocked.

Bonu seemed to be a sweetie. In retrospect, I believe she would have shown me a great time. She definitely would have been a trophy fuck! But no matter how hard I tried to make amends, Bonu wouldn’t get with me.

It was only my 1st night out in Tashkent, and I’d already committed a major faux pas. Not only was Bonu avoiding me, so were all of her friends. And Bonu’s circle of friends included most of the pretty birds in Juliano!

My lack of cultural awareness cost me dearly. How different things may have turned out if I hadn’t asked that fatal question?

[b][color=green][size=4]You Not Normal![/size][/color][/b]

I start chatting with a sexy petite Russian girl with black & blonde hair. When she returns from a rather long toilet break, I ask if she’s been fingering herself. Tanya was not amused!

While she looked like an ethnic Russian girl, Tanya was actually a Muslim girl from Kazakhstan. She expressed what many a Diplomat girl secretly thought about this crazy foreigner: “[i]You not normal![/i]”
Tanya wouldn’t talk to me for the rest of my trip.

[b][color=green][size=4]Emigrating[/size][/color][/b]

I get talking to a 5’10” platinum blonde standing by the bar. Mila is on her last night out in Tashkent. She’ll be emigrating to St. Petersburg in 2 days.

My hands are roaming all over Mila’s body. I’m kissing her everywhere. Mila holds me tight as we’re slow dancing, while running her fingers through my hair. Mila was like a volcano ready to erupt, and I was sure I’d be swimming in a sea of lava.

But Mila’s older friend pulled her away from me. The gist of her argument seemed to be: “[i]Why are you wasting your time with a guy you’ll never see again? You have to go home and pack your bags![/i]”

Mila was not a pro. She genuinely liked me. She would have totally fucked my brains out. But her friend literally dragged her out!

BTW, many ethnic Russians in Uzbekistan (want to) emigrate to the Russian motherland. The oppressive Uzbek-dominated military regime is a thorn in their eye.

[b][color=green][size=4]The Pauper[/size][/color][/b]

Near closing time in Diplomat, I start dancing with a cute Tajik-Uzbek semi-pro. Karola is really clinging to me. Her lips are tantalizingly close to mine. She really seems to have the hots for me!

Karola wants the customary 100 USD. I’m willing to pay, sufficing she sleeps with me and give me 2 rounds. Karola agrees, but doubts whether I actually have the money. I had to buy myself a beer to prove I wasn’t a pauper!

I refused to deal with the taxi mafia outside Diplomat, and walked straight to the main street. When the taxi drops us off outside my apartment, I hand the driver the regular 2.000 UZS. Karola gives the driver an extra 1.000 UZS. I frown, and pay Karola back the 1.000 UZS.

Karola is now convinced I’m a pauper, and walks away. In just about any poor country in the world, a white Westerner is automatically considered to be rich. Not in Uzbekistan!

[b][color=green][size=4]Chez Loso[/size][/color][/b]

As I’m having breakfast with Lidia, we’re joined by a friend of hers and her customer. The girl is fat & unattractive. The guy is a Russian truck driver. As he can’t afford a hotel room, his girl asks Lidia whether they can do the deed in my apartment. I had a spare bedroom I never used, and he seemed to be a nice guy, so I decided to help them out.

We share a taxi to my apartment, and buy some cheap beers. The guy takes a quick shower. The girl won’t shower – Russian men don’t eat pussy anyway. As the guy is standing around wearing a towel, an argument ensues. I don’t understand a word of the conversation, but in the end, the guy shakes my hand and leaves disappointed.

What happened? The girl insisted he pay in advance. He wouldn’t, and that’s where the deal went sour. And how much do locals pay to fuck an ugly chick? 20 USD!

While finishing her beer, the girl kept complaining how the guy had wasted her time. Since he wouldn’t give her taxi fare, I eventually handed her 2.000 UZS so she could get home. It was worth it, to witness this wonderfully enlightening cultural experience!

[b][color=green][size=4]The Chaperone[/size][/color][/b]

A cute Korean girl on the dance floor attracts my interest. We exchange smiles, and start dancing together. As Nadia returns to her table, she offers me a napkin and invites me to sit down.

Nadia turned out to be a Korean-Russian mix. She was chaperoning her 60 yo (!) aunt, who was visiting from Russia. Notwithstanding her advanced years, the old fox had her share of admirers in Diplomat!

Unlike any of the hoes, Nadia spoke perfect English. She was educated, sweet & funny. Nadia was the perfect companion. There was only one tiny little problem... she was married!

I knew there was no way I’d get into Nadia’s pants, but she was simply great fun to be with. By dancing with me, Nadia kept the riff raff away. I had a blast chaperoning my Korean cutie. One of my better nights in Diplomat.

Loso

[b][color=green][size=4]Diplomat[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]The Window[/size][/color][/b]

It was my final night in Tashkent. The apartment owner would be coming over at 3.30 AM to settle my utilities bill. After packing my bags, I would be on my way to the airport.

The plan was to approach the 1st hot chick who made her entrance, interview her, and offer her 100 USD ST if I liked her attitude. Ideally, I needed to get a girl in my apartment by 1 AM. Once the clock struck 2 AM, the window had passed!

[b][color=blue][size=3]Regrets[/size][/color][/b]

On a couple of occasions, I’d spotted the most exquisite face in Diplomat... always accompanied by the same young African guy.

When I spotted her alone one night, I was quick to approach the beauty queen. Viktoria hardly spoke any English, but was a total sweetie. She soon grabbed my hand and dragged me onto the dance floor. As I gazed into Viktoria’s green eyes, I thought it was my lucky night.

When I mentioned the magic word (Sex!), Viktoria pointed to her friend Maria, who negotiated for her. I offered 100 USD LT. Maria wouldn’t budge from 100 USD ST or 200 USD LT.

I decided to pass, and checked out the action in Niagara. But I ended up alone, reminiscing about what could have been, drowning in vodka while listening to Frankie Boy’s immortal words: “[i]Regrets, I’ve had a few...[/i]”

[b][color=blue][size=3] A Dream Come True[/size][/color][/b]

On my farewell visit to Diplomat, my eyes lit up as Viktoria made her entrance. My dream scenario! Viktoria soon wrapped her arms around me. Her tender kisses made my heart melt. And this time, I would not let Viktoria escape me!

Viktoria wanted her friend Maria to accompany us. I had no objections. Viktoria & Maria have a symbiotic relationship. Gorgeous Viktoria wraps the guys around her finger and makes the big bucks. Unattractive Maria acts as her interpreter & negotiator. In return, Viktoria financially takes care of Maria’s baby.

Viktoria got hot & sweaty on the dance floor, and was in a hurry to hit the shower. When she revealed her naked body, my eyes popped. Her exquisite face had been the main attraction, but my living Barbie doll was also blessed with a great pair of hooters. Wow!

Conjuring up the image of Viktoria bumping up & down on my dick still puts a big grin on my face. She showed great stamina as she worked herself into a sweat. As I pulled her close and started drilling her horny snatch like a machine gun, I could feel the valves opening up. Viktoria got her second wind, and slammed my dick hard until she reached nirvana. I gently kissed her as she was recovering. As Viktoria kissed me back with ever increasing passion, my mojo rose until it reached its boiling point.

[b][color=blue][size=3]The Make-up Kit[/size][/color][/b]

When I borrowed Viktoria my make-up kit, she wanted to take it home. Even though I made it clear she couldn’t have it, Viktoria put it in her purse anyway. But before she could claim a crisp 100 USD bill as her reward, I made her give it back.

As I was packing my bags, my make-up kit was suddenly very light. Viktoria had been smart enough to leave the packaging, while stealing the contents.

Even though theft can never be condoned, I still have the fondest memories of Viktoria. This Russian babe with German ancestry was sheer perfection!

Loso

[b][color=green][size=4]diplomat[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]big spenders[/size][/color][/b]

a group of girls was sitting at a table, enjoying plenty of food and a big bottle of vodka. these girls obviously had money!

when she returned my smile, i grabbed a girl with long hair to her ass on the dance floor. as we sat down, laylo was rubbing her face against mine, and giving me the sweetest of kisses.

a friend of hers had been sitting at a table full of indians. when she returned, laylo excused herself. as she really seemed to like me, i figured laylo would be back soon... but she disappeared on me.

[b][color=blue][size=3]married![/size][/color][/b]

the next night, i ran into laylo in the hallway. she explained that she went to sleep when her best friend left. as we sat down in the lounge, laylo said she was married to an indian doctor, and living in singapore. she was in town to visit her mother, and tonight was her final night in tashkent.

as laylo returned to her girlfriends, i gave up all hope of ever fucking this sweetie.

[b][color=blue][size=3]threesome[/size][/color][/b]

when i spotted laylo & her best friend kamilla relaxing in the lounge, i joined them. totally out of the blue, kamilla asked if i wanted “group sex”. after recovering from the initial shock, i escorted my 2 girls out.

in my apartment, laylo told me that shakhina had warned her against me! my apartment was a dump. i took pictures of every girl i fucked. and i had a collection of sexy outfits hanging to dry in my bathroom. laylo & shakhina had met in india, but weren’t really friends. and my apartment, though far from luxurious, was still better than the dump shakhina called home.

i had 2 pussies to devour tonight. laylo got super wet as my tongue was doing its magic, but stopped me before she’d spill her juices. kamilla was in heaven and urged me to continue until she was “[i]happy[/i]”.

kamilla told me to fuck laylo. my pleasure! even though my tongue just made her friend cum, laylo loved to kiss and was burning with desire. my dick was soon throbbing inside her hungry snatch. our moves were in perfect sync as we strived to bring each other to ecstasy. laylo reached the gates of heaven first.

kamilla wouldn’t kiss me, and was soon complaining my dick was too big. laylo’s eyes invited me back in her arms and between her loins. as we were once again in perfect harmony, laylo’s fiery kisses ignited a violent eruption.

i was a little surprised when the girls asked for money. i didn’t figure laylo was in it for the money, but semi-pro kamilla could probably do with extra cash. the girls were understandably picture-shy before, so this was my cue to ask for pictures.

after slumming it in my apartment, the girls were off to the plush intercontinental hotel to sample the complimentary breakfast.

[b][color=blue][size=3]free lunch[/size][/color][/b]

laylo had promised to take me out to lunch. i didn’t really expect her to call, and was still asleep when my phone rang. laylo & kamilla showed up an hour later.

the taxi drove us to an uzbek restaurant called labhouse, where we had lunch in a private air-conditioned cabin. the girls ordered all kinds of local delicacies. as the girls were chatting, laylo opened her purse and pulled out wads of cash. apart from the worthless local currency, she had big stacks of american dollars, indian rupees and singapore dollars!

after lunch, laylo’s private taxi drove me back to my apartment. laylo paid for everything. i was her guest!

i didn’t get what i really wanted, though. laylo didn’t have time for a final fling. she had to go to the beauty salon to look pretty before flying home to her husband...

loso

[b][color=green][size=4]Diplomat[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]Kamilla & Zarina[/size][/color][/b]

A skinny cutie I approached in the lounge area didn’t speak a word of English. Kamilla seemed terrified of me. We were soon joined by a girl who’d blown me a kiss earlier that night. Zarina was Kamilla’s sister, and explained that Kamilla had only had sex once in her life.

Zarina asked if I wanted her instead. She was a little chubby, but her exotic looks made up for that. The novelty of Zarina’s Turkish roots was another incentive to take her home. When she agreed to 50 USD a pop, we had a deal.

Kamilla was welcome to join us. The 3 of us could have a party in my apartment, and Kamilla could sleep in my spare bedroom. I still hadn’t given up hope of fucking the near-virgin.

After I cranked up the music, the girls cracked open the beers, and I got my camera out. Zarina didn’t like to model – Kamilla was the model in the family. Zarina claimed she didn’t look good in pictures, but a single photo was enough to convince her of the contrary.

After breakfast, Kamilla retired to the spare bedroom, while Zarina & I hit the shower. The decibel meter was on overdrive as I buried my head between her legs. My effort was rewarded with plenty of licking & teasing before Zarina sucked my dick like a lollipop.

Zarina got in the driver’s seat, and pumped my dick alternately slow & fast, while kissing me with a passion. The harder I drilled her, the more Zarina seemed to enjoy it. Banging the crap out of this super-horny exotic beauty felt amazing.

Zarina set her alarm for 10 AM. Her mother would be worried about her younger sister. I dangled my dick before her eyes as I paraded into the spare bedroom. Unfortunately, Kamilla saw more of me than I saw of her.

Missing out on the near-virgin was a damn shame. Luckily, Zarina was horny again.

Loso

[b][color=green][size=4]Diplomat[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]Terrified[/size][/color][/b]

After spending the previous night chaperoning a married girl, I needed a fuck doll tonight. But on a slow Sunday night, the selection was horrible.

I spotted an adorable girl with bangs sitting on the sofa. Her friends were giggling when they noticed I was checking her out. I grabbed her hand and invited her to slow dance with me. She agreed, but seemed terrified! My cutie didn’t speak a word of English. Her friend did the negotiating and insisted on 200 USD... probably just to scare me away.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Shakhina[/size][/color][/b]

Shakhina was after me again. Another night when she’d been hunting me, I ended up taking her friend Karina home. I claimed Shakhina didn’t like me, as she would only stay until early morning. If she really liked me, she’d stay loooong time. Tonight, Shakhina liked me!

Shakhina claimed she’d been to India, and would be going back to make big bucks as an exotic dancer. I figured she was bragging, but Laylo later confirmed she’d met Shakhina in India.

After washing down breakfast with a few bottles of beer, it was action time. Shakhina kissed me with a passion. She got into the 69 position when I suggested she suck my dick... so we could pleasure each other.

Shakhina had told me: “[i]I like sex![/i]” That theory was about to be severely tested. Shakhina planted her wet snatch on my dick, and slammed it hard. I grabbed her tiny ass as I was drilling her machine-gun style. Switching positions, Shakhina stuck her knees up, exactly like her friend Karina had done. Shakhina’s horny snatch took another battering as I was pounding her doggy style. After having her 2nd orgasm, she started urging me to finish...

I was simply enjoying banging the crap out of this tiny fuck doll. Even though I was sweating like a pig in my sweltering hot bedroom, I was Duracell-powered tonight. In the end, Shakhina couldn’t take any more punishment, and collapsed face down.

After giving Shakhina time to recover, I stuck my dick back inside her gaping hole, and drilled her until her back got splattered with cum.

Don’t get me wrong... Shakhina does like sex! Just not as much as I do.

Loso

[b][color=green][size=4]Juliano[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]Turkish Night[/size][/color][/b]

After yet another strike-out in Diplomat the night before, I tried to make it 3 in a row from Juliano. But it was Turkish night!

I was dancing close to a table with 4 cute girls. They were soon eyeing me up, but their interest waned once they found out I couldn’t speak a word of Russian.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Tatar Babe[/size][/color][/b]

When I spotted a totally hot blonde sitting by the bar, my pants were bulging. Alas! The Tatar babe didn’t speak a word of English either. Though I couldn’t communicate with the ice queen, I badly wanted to add this trophy fuck to my collection. When I uttered the one English word every Russian girl understands (Sex!), she replied by typing 100 on her phone. When a Chinese (!) guy working in Tashkent volunteered to translate, she immediately agreed to 2 rounds of sex. But my bomb shell wouldn’t accompany me unless I paid her in advance... in the club!

[b][color=blue][size=3]Ciao, Juliano![/size][/color][/b]

It was after 2 AM by now. The male/female ratio was horrible. The pretty birds were taken. I decided to bail. Since Juliano closed a few days before Ramadan, it turned out to my farewell visit.

[b][color=green][size=4]Diplomat[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]Slim Pickings[/size][/color][/b]

Late on a busy Friday night, the pickings were slim in Diplomat. The result seemed inevitable...

[b][color=blue][size=3]Diora & Jasmin[/size][/color][/b]

Diora spent the night in the company of a heavy drinker. The guy was so drunk he fell asleep at the bar. At closing time, he eventually managed to stagger out. After Diora helped him into a taxi, he drove off... and left Diora stranded.

As I was observing the scene, a Tajik girl started chatting with me. Jasmin wasn’t really my type, but she seemed enthusiastic and promised to stay as long as I wanted her to. Jasmin & I got into a taxi just as Diora had been jilted by a guy who was too pissed to fuck. Diora was quick to jump into our taxi! We had to change taxis to get rid off her.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Jasmin[/size][/color][/b]

Licking her pussy got Jasmin all hot and bothered. She briefly mentioned a condom, but was too horny to resist my throbbing member. I was squeezing her tits & ass as Jasmin was pumping & grinding my dick with a passion. She got vocal as I was slamming her doggy style. After we both got a great work-out, Jasmin got creampied.

When we woke up in the middle of the afternoon, we were soon at it again. Another great fuck culminated in a cum shower. Jasmin didn’t disappoint. The girl simply loves to fuck!

Loso

[b][color=green][size=4]Juliano[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]Encore[/size][/color][/b]

After poor judgment caused me to strike out in Diplomat the night before, I decided to give Juliano another shot. Besides, my 1st experience with a Juliano girl left me begging for an encore.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Shahnoza[/size][/color][/b]

As I was making my rounds, I spotted a cutie giving me the eye, and went over to talk to her. Shahnoza asked if I wanted a “[i]sexy girl[/i]” tonight. The proposed menu included ST & LT options. Shahnoza asked for 150 USD LT, but accepted my offer of 50 USD per fuck.

When I wanted to slow dance with Shahnoza, she claimed she didn’t know how to. While she went dancing with her girlfriends, she wanted me to stay at the table. I wasn’t sure about Shahnoza, and made my escape when the ballet show started.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Mr. Popularity[/size][/color][/b]

I spotted 4 hot chicks at a table with some Paki stump. When I grabbed the prettiest girl’s hand on the dance floor, she pulled her hand away in disgust, as if to say: “[i]Get away from me, you perv![/i]”

I noticed a cutie wearing a sexy blue dress. Every time I tried to get near her, she was quick to make her escape. I was Mr. Popularity in Juliano!

[b][color=blue][size=3]Shahnoza[/size][/color][/b]

Running out of options, I went back to Shahnoza. She still wouldn’t kiss me in the club, but promised she would in my apartment. Her attitude was still suspect, but I took her home anyway.

Shahnoza was giving me long & tender kisses on the sofa. There were oohs & ahs as I was nibbling her neck & sucking on her small titties. The decibel meter went into overdrive as I was licking her pussy – Shahnoza stuck her ass high up in the air as her snatch got soaking wet.

After a promising start, things went downhill fast. Shahnoza wouldn’t suck my dick. She insisted on a condom. Most importantly, she would no longer kiss me after I’d eaten her pussy.

Shahnoza tried to get back in my good books, and exhausted herself by pumping my dick really hard. I drilled her with the same intensity until my energy levels dropped. I needed a breather before spurring myself back into action. Without the intimacy of French kissing, it proved damn difficult to come.

I couldn’t get to sleep, so the 8.30 AM wake up call was a particularly rude awakening. Shahnoza wanted to make another 50 bucks. I was game! But as hard as I tried, the cum shot remained elusive. I went back to sleep!

Loso

[b][color=green][size=4]Diplomat[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]Indian Stampede[/size][/color][/b]

Arriving at Diplomat at 11.20 PM, every seat at every table was already taken. The dance floor was heaving. Nothing but bloody Indians.

I found an empty stool at the bar. One guy tried to muscle in on my seat as I stood up to get my phone out of my pocket. Another prick tried to usurp my seat while I was bloody well sitting on it. Obnoxious vermin!

The few girls who’d already shown up for work were being pulled by all sides. Every girl who made her entrance was simply mobbed. The scene was totally surreal!

I started chatting with the only other foreigner in the house – a gray-haired Australian gentlemen. After finishing our beer, we escaped the madhouse...

[b][color=green][size=4]Juliano[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]Gulnoza[/size][/color][/b]

In Juliano, I soon spotted a pretty face at a table with another girl & her boyfriend. Gulnoza’s sexy eyes were driving me crazy. At first, I wasn’t sure whether she was a pro. When she put her arm around my waist, I knew she’d be mine tonight. When Gulnoza gave me the sweetest of kisses, I knew I was on to a winner. When our tongues intertwined as we were smooching on the dance floor, I was in heaven.

My Australian wingman got talking to Gulnoza’s girlfriend. Her “boyfriend” turned out to be a young local punter... without much spending power. As his date got whisked away by my friend, he went looking for another girl.

We took our time to scrub each other clean as we hit the shower together. When we retired to the bedroom, Gulnoza’s passionate kisses made me horny as hell. She was in ecstasy as my tongue headed south, spread her legs wide to provide easy access to her yummy pussy, then directed my finger into her ass. I kept stimulating both holes until Gulnoza could no longer hold her juices and cried: “[i]Fuck me![/i]”

Slipping bareback into her soaking wet snatch felt amazing. When she got into the driver’s seat, Gulnoza went totally wild as she was slamming my dick. As she dismounted, she turned around and tasted her own juices on my dick.

Gulnoza stuck her sexy ass up in the air. As I was pounding her hard, she once again encouraged me to stick my finger up her ass. As Gulnoza loved anal stimulation, I tried to prep her for anal sex. Alas, my butt plug & dick were too big.

Gulnoza opened her legs wide, and urged me to slam her hard. After a relentless drilling, she gracefully accepted the cum shower, then cried: “[i]Good sex![/i]”

When Gulnoza received a phone call in the morning, I expected her to go home. But she got back into bed and stayed with me until afternoon. This fuck doll was beauty & passion, all wrapped into one, with a ribbon around it.

Loso

[b][color=green][size=4]Almost[/size][/color][/b]

After the debacle with Anna, a pattern emerged over the weekend:

- Boy meets girl.
- Boy loses girl.
- Boy has a wank.

For 3 nights in a row, I [u]almost[/u] got the girl. I was despondent.

[b][color=green][size=4]Diplomat[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]Crazy Girl[/size][/color][/b]

Over the weekend, a totally plastered chick calls me over, asks me if I want “[i]problema[/i]”, then tells me to get lost. Another girl asks whether I like the “[i]crazy girl[/i]”. Well, she was kinda cute. But she seemed weird. And she was always hanging out with the same local guy.

Tonight, “[i]crazy girl[/i]” Lilia bought a carafe of vodka, shared it with her girlfriends and... proposed a toast to me.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Lilia & Diora[/size][/color][/b]

As Lilia kept flirting with me, Diora showed up. Now I had 2 girls vying for my attention. As the heated arguments between the “half sisters” provided entertainment, the sibling rivalry made my ego skyrocket.

Determined to win the grand prize, Lilia French kisses me with a passion, then drags me on to the dance floor. When Lilia keeps a lip-lock on me, Diora admits defeat and settles for a guy wearing a Puerto Galera T-shirt.

[b][color=blue][size=3]Lilia[/size][/color][/b]

Lilia kept ordering vodka... without ever asking me to foot the bill. Unlike the true pros, she was in no hurry to go home. Lilia just wanted to party all night. My kinda girl!

When Diplomat closed, Lilia wanted to continue the party at Niagara. By the time we got there, they were closing as well. We settled for breakfast at a nearby burger joint.

In the shower, Lilia’s tall & slender body looked good enough to eat... so I dug in. Lilia loved the attention my lips & tongue awarded her, and applied enough suction power to my dick to make my whole body tingle.

Lilia initiated our intimate lovemaking session by slowly pumping my dick. Progressively, we picked up the pace until I felt the water gushing as I was drilling the bejesus out of her horny snatch.

After a porn star performance, Lilia wanted to go home. I lectured her about the Tashkent girls’ nasty habit of leaving before they were invited to. My sermon had the effect of a lullaby. Or maybe the alcohol kicked in. Lilia dozed off...

When I opened my eyes early afternoon, Lilia was still fast asleep. I cuddled up to her, and woke up close to 5 PM. My sleeping beauty was still in dreamland. Lilia never received a single phone call. She’d dropped and broken her phone in Diplomat last night. Such a blessing!

I was in the kitchen when Lilia finally rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. When I heard the water running, I was quick to join her in the shower. After splashing around, we hurried back to bed for another round of steamy hot sex.

Lilia never asked for money, but gladly accepted my parting gift of 100 USD. She made me promise not to tell the other girls she’d stayed with me until 8 PM. Doing all the things a Diplomat pro is not supposed to do earned her the nickname “[i]crazy girl[/i]”. For this crazy guy, she was the perfect companion.

BTW, in Diplomat, Lilia showed me pictures of a young girl she claimed to be her daughter. When she wanted to go home in the morning, she claimed having a newborn baby. Another girl told me Lilia doesn’t have any offspring. She has a husband, though!

Loso

[b][color=green][size=4]diplomat[/size][/color][/b]

[b][color=blue][size=3]anna[/size][/color][/b]

when i spotted a russian chick sexily dancing, i showed her some of my moves. anna was soon all over me. her green eyes were mesmerizing. the way she draped her body around mine, she seemed horny as hell.

back at the bar, anna revealed: “[i]i work[/i]”. no surprise there! like most diplomat pros, she wanted 100 usd. anna’s opening offer was to stay until 9 am, and she readily agreed to stay until noon. as soon as we’d struck a deal, anna was ready to go.

when we got to my apartment, anna immediately said: “[i]i go home 12 o’clock. give me money 100 dollar.[/i]” first, she was in a hurry to leave. now, she was in a hurry to get paid. i didn’t trust it, and told anna she was welcome to leave. we could share a cab back to diplomat...

just outside the apartment, anna had a change of heart. back inside, she cracked open a couple of beers, while i put some music on. anna was crazy about madonna, and loved tossing her hair and shaking her tits, as she expressively danced to her idol’s tunes.

tanna seemed to be a wild child, and i figured she’d be a tigress in bed. but around 4 am, anna announced she was tired and wanted to sleep... at the kitchen table. she then moved on to my guest bedroom and lay down... on my single bed.

i made it crystal clear to anna that no sex meant no money! after showering, i removed a sleeping anna’s panty, revealing her landing strip. when i licked her sweet pussy, anna finally agreed to move the action to the master bedroom. but she was suddenly reluctant to french kiss. she played dead as i was eating her pussy and nibbling on her pink nipples. my party girl had been transformed into an ice sculpture.

anna wouldn’t give me a bj. a russian chick who won’t suck dick? how preposterous! when anna feigned going to sleep, my dick went limp. i managed to get hard again, and ordered anna to get in the saddle. her fake moans were another turn-off. i opened her legs wide, and started fucking her hard. i grabbed her buns of steel and drilled her from behind. when i got back on top, the sweltering hot room claimed its toll. of course, the sweat drops bothered my ice princess.

when i kept pounding her relentlessly, anna started complaining. her back hurt. her tummy hurt. her menstruation was starting. blah blah! the more anna complained, the harder she got fucked!

when i had to take a breather, anna escaped to the bathroom. after receiving a phone call, she came back saying: “[i]my sister. i go home.[/i]” i reminded anna that she promised to stay until noon, and that she owed me 2 cum shots! anna just sat there, crying, while clamoring: “[i]my sister. i go home.[/i]” as her phone kept ringing, i claimed it was her pimp/boyfriend, impatient for his vodka money.

anna tried to escape. she could open the apartment door, but the hallway door was locked. as she crouched down, i told her she was welcome to sleep on the hallway floor.

when anna came back, i simply ignored her. i let her sweat for over an hour, until i started feeling sleepy. i grabbed anna’s phone, opened the doors, and threw her pimp mobile down the stairs – she had to reassemble it. just before i kicked her out, i told anna i’d let the whole world know what a lying bi*ch she was. here’s me making good on that promise!

a local punter in diplomat shook his finger in disapproval as i was talking to anna. other girls later told me that all of anna’s customers complain about her. this razzie award winning actress is a total scam artist!

loso