Around the World in 80 Girls: The Epic 3 Year Trip of a Backpacking Casanova Read Online Free PDF Page A

noticed I was sharing the compartment with a hot MILF in her early thirties and her young daughter. The woman slept in the bed next to me and was barely covered by the blanket, wearing only a thong and bra. So I’d say I had a good start in Russia. It would only get better from there.
    Russia – Moscow
    The train ride to Moscow took about nine hours and all the time I could enjoy the view of this half-naked woman sleeping in front of me, so I was in a pretty good mood when we arrived.  It didn’t last.  The metro system in Moscow, with its ten lines and almost two hundred stations, is huge. And of course everything was spelled in the Cyrillic alphabet and I couldn’t understand a word. It took a while before I found some people who spoke a bit of English and could help me out.
    Arriving at the hostel I got a new surprise – it was another rathole! There was one toilet for a whole hostel with about twenty-five people. The toilet seat was just lying loose on the toilet – I nearly fell off the first time I used it. The door had a little hook to lock it, but the hook didn’t fit in the little metal ring so you needed to leave a little crack to lock it. So one time I was taking a big dump, the door didn’t close well, the couch was one meter away from the toilet door and there was no radio or television in the hostel to cancel out the noise I was are making. This was one of the most embarrassing things that ever happened to me. I ended up going to the McDonalds every time I needed to crap.
    The whole hostel was a dump and the grumpy young girl working there wasn’t any fun either. I had booked this hostel because the two guys from Chile I’d met in Lithuania and later in Estonia had told me they’d be staying there. So in St Petersburg I told the Australian guy and the two Finnish guys I was hanging out with to go there too. Well, let’s say they thanked me for booking this dump.
    I in turn thanked the Chilean guys for it. Still, when I arrived already knew five people there, no need to make new friends. That night I went to the famous Red Square with Gustavo and Nico from Chile.
    It was amazing; Red Square is huge, just below the Kremlin, and the wildly-colored St Basil’s Cathedral looks spectacular when it’s lit up at night. Of course seeing shitloads of hot Russian girls adds to the fun.
    On the way back to the hostel, the three of us got stopped by a policeman. He stopped in front of us and when he got out of his car, he first looked around to check if anyone was watching us. Then he asked for our passports. Gustavo and Nico’s passports were in order, but mine had no visa registration. It turns out you have to register if you’re going to stay in the city longer than seventy hours after arriving.  Though I’d only just arrived, we didn’t understand the rules. The policeman became very serious and told me I had to come with him to the police station. Gustavo spoke a bit of Russian and translated what he could for me, while the copper just stood there playing with his whistle. He kept repeating “Gustavo, nje problemi, Nico nje problemi, Neil PROBLEMI!” He looked quite relaxed but also rather serious. I asked Gustavo to ask him if he wanted a bribe but Gustavo, a law student, was a bit anxious about asking him directly. In the end I took my Dutch/Russian travel book from my pocket and showed the cop a line which said “can I pay the fine on the spot?” He smiled and agreed. I asked him how much the fine would be, and he said “I don't know”. I flipped to the section on numbers and pointed to the number five hundred. His smile got even broader as he agreed with it. So I paid five hundred rubles (about fifteen dollars in 2009) and we went on our way. Gustavo told me that before we left, the cop said that the money was for his family. At a guess his children’s names are Vodka and Bottle. When we got back to the hostel we woke up the girl who was working there.  She was now even grumpier than