Tashkent

Many kudos to you if you were able to shag the bartender from Irish Pub. Every potbellied expat in Uzbek has waknked off to her a few evening.

Many of the party girls that made such good company a few days ago are no longer returning my calls:(

Girls like, L#### , whose pic I posted, did not directly ask for money from me even though picked her up in a hooker bar. I took her and others like her out , spent 100s of dollars on parties and restaurants with them, fucked them intensely, but apparently it's not enough.

They all expected, because I am driving around in a *rented* Benz (A GREAT MAGNATE FOR LADIES HERE BTW) and living in a deluxe apartment that I will give them money in addition to spoiling them around town I suppose.
The girls think that just because (they think) I have money that I will give it to them.

Perhaps they should have told me this before.

The line here between prostitution, sponsorship, and regular girlfriend is truly confusing. In fact, I don't think it even exists. None of these "party" girls have jobs either. Not one of them.

From what I gather, every girl thinks that she is worth a certain amount and will try and take whatever she can from you. She will not be with you unless she thinks that you can provide this amount. She may like you, may even fuck you for free from time to time, but will not be in a serious relationship with you unless you are giving her money.

And this isn't just with foreigners, I saw a young Russian Uzbek give his girlfriend a new IPHONE (about a $1000 in Moscow I hear) and an expensive looking handbag last night at the Fashion Bar terrace.

I guess if you want to play with the big boys then you have pay for it.

Once again though, there are LOTS of tall and good looking women around of all hues

[QUOTE=DirkDingy]Many kudos to you if you were able to shag the bartender from Irish Pub. Every potbellied expat in Uzbek has waknked off to her a few evening.[/QUOTE]
Yeah, she's extremely hot. In Irish Pub (I've been there only once) all expats drool all over their shirts and try desperately to woo her.

I had the chance to meet her for the first time not in Irish Pub but at Radisson pool (where she subscribed for one month in August), a very favorable environment, and I spent literally entire afternoons there face-to-face with her alone conversing, joking and flirting. I must admit that she didn't let her guard down easily though.

Pool has been my most fruitful hunting-ground in Tashkent BTW, yet what worked for me could not work for some other guys (notally potbellied expats) ... and vice-versa.

[QUOTE=Prosal]Yeah, she's extremely hot. In Irish Pub (I've been there only once) all expats drool all over their shirts and try desperately to woo her.

I had the chance to meet her for the first time not in Irish Pub but at Radisson pool (where she subscribed for one month in August), a very favorable environment, and I spent literally entire afternoons there face-to-face with her alone conversing, joking and flirting. I must admit that she didn't let her guard down easily though.

Pool has been my most fruitful hunting-ground in Tashkent BTW, yet what worked for me could not work for some other guys (notally potbellied expats) ... and vice-versa.[/QUOTE]


Cool. I was actually two feet from her when you SMSd her yesterday!!! She was ripping an American a new one who didn't have enough cash to pay when their visa machine didn't work.

Don't worry, didn't let on in what capacity you know her or in what capacaity I interact with you.

Hay, I thought you were potbellied:)

Have a new trick for ladies: free Taxi. In Tashkent, every car is a taxi, so I rented a Benz and drive around town picking young ladies up and asking for their phone number in in lieu of cash...I had more fun that I had in a long time yesterday doing this...asking for large or small quantities of dollars or rubles instead of som, getting lost, etc. The girls got a real kick out of it and I got laid from this little stunt.

BTW, how does the girl that we are talking about who makes, at most, 500 bucks a month afford the Radisson pool?

[QUOTE=DirkDingy]Have a new trick for ladies: free Taxi.[/QUOTE]
That's a very good trick, yet risky. You're intrepid !! The way Uzbek guys drive scares the shit out of me.

As Roger said, most of those guys obviously never learned to drive AND are overfilled with testosterone. A bad blend indeed.

[QUOTE=DirkDingy]BTW, how does the girl that we are talking about who makes, at most, 500 bucks a month afford the Radisson pool?[/QUOTE]
Radisson pool access is not that expensive, $180/month and $300/trimester. Subscribing there for summer monthes seems to be a highlight for many mid-to-upper class dyevs (those who find Aqua Park too cheap and crowdy).

[QUOTE=Prosal]That's a very good trick, yet risky. You're intrepid !! The way Uzbek guys drive scares the shit out of me.

As Roger said, most of those guys obviously never learned to drive AND are overfilled with testosterone. A bad blend indeed.


Radisson pool access is not that expensive, $180/month and $300/trimester. Subscribing there for summer monthes seems to be a highlight for many mid-to-upper class dyevs (those who find Aqua Park too cheap and crowdy).[/QUOTE]

Prosal,

Your girl from Irish Pub is unable to SMS you and seems upset by it. Perhaps you should SMS her from your present location.

The procession of eligible and agreeable potential brides had almost reached its conclusion. While I was giddy from all of the hot broads that had come before me, the smiles, posturing, and repetitive questions was draining to say the least; therefore, my excitement was infused with relief when Olga announced that the last lady of the day would arrive shortly. After the umpteenth question re the clarification of my profession, I had handed her “Confessions of an Economic Hitman” the day before for illustrative purposes, I was relieved when a woman that instantly reminded me of the better ½ of the US Olympic Women’s Beach Volleyball Team walked in. We immediately eyeballed each other and simultaneously offered up mischievous grins and chuckles. After the exchange of business cards—she was a Property Consultant in Dubai—I began to instinctively sound off on what I thought an ideal wife would be upon the prompting of Olga. Blah blah blah…. K******, on her best behavior as well, answered similar questions in an analogous fashion. K******’s vernacular and the fact that she told me she was 6’1 as opposed to 184 (or whatever) told me that she had been around Americans before.

The sexual tension in the room was palpable to all, including Olga, the ½ Mamasan ½ Mamamae owner of the marriage agency. It had taken many cups of coffee combined with a heap of charm to convince her that I was seriously interested in marriage and not just for a coupla of broads to temporarily dip my lovestick into. However, the middle aged Babushka was determined not to turn her esteemed low tech marriage operation into my own personal harem and prevented K****** and I from furtively exchanging local numbers. The cockblocker-in-chief then prevented me from leaving directly after K with a feeble yet perfunctory effort to make me review all of her albums of available women once again…we started with the 40 year olds and up volume…“maybe you like, da?”

With my hopes crushed of being with K I emerged from the building only to see a mop of brown hair sticking outside of Dae Woo’s best impression of a Geo Metro screaming, “Pizdis, pedera, fucking mama blaat” All I could manage to reply was a “Hay.” “Get in man,” was her response.

We them promptly drove to the nearest magazine where she bought a bottle of vodka and we proceeded to drink it on a Soviet Era park bench a few meters from the store. I quickly abandoned my meaningless chatter when she told me “Pizdis, you talk too much, just drink.” Fuck it, let’s drink.

After devouring the 1 liter bottle of vodka we climbed back into her econonomy ride and drove to Sky Club. It wasn’t open so we asked the Barman to sell us some beers which we promptly consumed outside the premises in her car.

Sky Club finally opened, or the owner opened the club for us, and we went inside. I ordered a water and K, screamed, “no water, Vodka, Vodka, Vodka, Vodka.” The waitress promptly complied.

When a Russian woman orders more than a few vodka shots she wants to do one and likely both of following: Fight or Fuck.

By this time I was very drunk. Very drunk indeed. I sheepishly attempted to put the kibosh on the vodka consumption—I just can’t drink vodka like a Russian—but she poured shot after shot after shot for the both of us.

There is American drunk like “I’m really fucking lit and my BAC is off the chart” and then there is Russian drunk where “Uhh fuck, I should be medically declared dead there is so much Vodka in my system.” I was approaching the latter but remained a stage or two away from being completely comatose as I was stimulated by K’s 6’3 figure dancing in high heels on the table.

The next thing I remember was K’s leg hiked up on the bar in my apartment with her smock like dress apparatus ½ way unbuttoned with me using her ass crack as a funnel to drink Johnny Walker Black from. Supine. I normally stay away from dining on a woman’s anal cavity unless I am super drunk and the ass I am eating belongs to a uniquely fine woman. This 6’1 dyvev checked all of the above aforementioned boxes.

The next 10-14 hours were just as raunchy as the first: animalistic fucking and dominance establishing sucking.

We awoke the next day at 1720 and I noticed that she had 31 missed calls..funny, as I never heard the phone ring…when I asked her who it was she said, “my husband.”

I feel asleep and did not awake until 0300 the next day…K was gone without so much as phone number left on my dresser…just a happy face written in lipstick on my bathroom mirror.

I’m a bit morose that I didn’t secure her tele; however, after you drink whiskey form a woman’s ass on the fist night where does the relationship progress to from there?

It is what it is: Another day in the FSU for Dirk Dingy!!!!

Check out the photo, I am a solid 6ft and she just towers over me.

[QUOTE=Prosal]That's a very good trick, yet risky. You're intrepid !! .[/QUOTE]


More like a silly fool:)

[QUOTE=DirkDingy]Prosal,Your girl from Irish Pub is unable to SMS you and seems upset by it.[/QUOTE]
Yeah, another girl who also use Beeline UZ called me to say that she can't SMS from Tashkent to France. Weird. Thanks for the info though.

Great story with K anyway.

Devouring a whole bottle of vodka with a horny dyev on a park bench before hitting a (relatively) downscale russian-style club to drink more and then take the s**t home to harshly fuck her. That's the kind of Soviet old time style of debauchery I also fancy a lot. :)

Dirk and Prosal

Just wanted to thank both of you for some very entertaining, insightful and particularly well-written reports from this relatively undiscovered mongering frontier!

I just found a return flight from my home town to Tashkent for € 471,94 with todays exchange rate and all taxes included, so I might just give it a try myself come springtime :)

Your reports are much appreciated! Keep up the good work!

[QUOTE=Nolies]Is It possible to go to neighboring Kyrgistan and then come back with another 2 monyh visa from Ouzbek ambassy in bishkek?[/QUOTE]

It seems very difficult to stay here long term (like over a month) unless you have serious business interests here or are enrolled in Westminister University. The govt does not want foreigners here. I want to make this my base of operations as opposed to Bangkok but it seems unlikley to happen.

Remember this is a palce where the citizens must apply to the govt to leave!! I wanted to take a girl with me to Bangkok for a few days and proposed that she fly to Almaty (Kazak and Russia are the two exceptions) and leave from there but she was scared to do so. The exit permit is largely a formality, but still..


Please let me know if you can leave and reapply for a tourist visa every 30 days.

I just stumbled on this forum. Who in the hell has ever heard of Tashkent? My interest was piqued because in "the day" when no one had heard of Riga I landed there and brought back a Latvian model. Now ten years later and a beautiful 5 year old daughter, who is in my custody, and a strong pre-nup, Tashkent seems a great place to find a new baby’s mama. Most women, a certain Latvian being excluded, will treat you right if you take care of their gene pool. What’s the market when a child is involved? As least according to Darwin these women ought to want to take care of you, too.

In any event, I want to be DD’s agent. Now when I hit ISG, this is the first forum I visit. DD, I’ve got to say dude, you write some funny, funny stuff.

[QUOTE=Viking30] I just found a return flight from my home town to Tashkent for € 471,94 [/QUOTE]
On Uzbekistan Airways ?

I couldn't find anything less than 860 € from Paris in July.

You plan to go in Uz springtime ? .. I gonna certainly spend a significant time in Tashkent next summer (something like mid-Jul till mid-Sept). :)

Prosal, you have a pm :)

[QUOTE=Legal Tender]I just stumbled on this forum. Who in the hell has ever heard of Tashkent? My interest was piqued because in "the day" when no one had heard of Riga I landed there and brought back a Latvian model. Now ten years later and a beautiful 5 year old daughter, who is in my custody, and a strong pre-nup, Tashkent seems a great place to find a new baby’s mama. Most women, a certain Latvian being excluded, will treat you right if you take care of their gene pool. What’s the market when a child is involved? As least according to Darwin these women ought to want to take care of you, too.

In any event, I want to be DD’s agent. Now when I hit ISG, this is the first forum I visit. DD, I’ve got to say dude, you write some funny, funny stuff.[/QUOTE]



LT, Uzbekistan is the final frontier for bedding hot Euro women easily. The situation here is akin to Ukraine or a Baltic country 7-15 years ago; however, many of these girls have been abroad or have been spoiled locally so you need to put in a bit, a little, of work to get what you want.

As to your second point, your inclination is correct: this is the ideal palce to find a wife. This is an Islamic country with many conservative ethnicities (Tartars, Checnhens, Tajiks, Uzbeks) who hold admirable values re the family structure.

I am absolutely in love with Tartars and am actively seeking a wife of this genealogy...they are wild, passionate, loyal, and take pride in being a good woman and mother.

I urge you to come here; you will surely find what you are looking for.