This report comes on the heels of a report I made on a trip to Amsterdam the day before. I made an unexpected trip to Amsterdam because my colleague had some visa trouble in the EU which forced us to stay a night in Amsterdam. Her in the airport and me in town! The following days we boarded a flight for Almaty an Kazakhstan. Next morning, we touched down at 8:15 AM sharp in Almaty. By the time we got to the hotel it was after 10:00 AM and Natasha (not her real name) was on the phone to Boris (not his real name) seeing if he could make time for us. Boris explained that he absolutely could not meet with us because his meeting would last right up until 4:00 PM when he had to head to the airport himself to go back home to Astana, the new capital city of Kazakhstan which is a 1.5 hour plane flight north of Almaty. Damn it. I could NOT believe this was happening. We had travelled half way around the bloody world through 11 time zones just to see this guy and now he was bailing out on us? I told Natasha to see if he could see us on Saturday if we travelled to Astana to see him there. Heck we had come this far, what’s another 1.5 hour flight? Thankfully, Natasha called back to say that Boris would see us and that she was talking with the airline arranging tickets for a 7: 30AM flight the next day. If I didn’t need her she was going shopping for clean clothes. With that crisis temporarily averted, I dozed off watching CNN and woke up later that afternoon.

I actually felt pretty good by 4:00 PM and decided to go for a walk. I had to be back at the hotel for 7:00 PM as the airline tickets were being delivered that evening and they needed to be paid in cash. I had to go and find an ATM that would allow me to withdrawal the equivalent of about $700 in Kazakhstan Tenge so I set off for a stroll. Almaty is a very nice place all things considered. It sits at about 3,000 feet above sea level at the foot of the Tien Shan mountains and is no more than 100 miles north of the Chinese border. In spring it’s a dry dusty town not unlike Denver. The people are wonderful ; very open and friendly. Few speak English but it is getting more and more commonplace. The Kazakh girls are very cute while there are plenty of more Russian looking people there as well. Once I got the air tickets for Saturday taken care of, I decided it was time for a little mongering. Natasha was exhausted and was staying in her room for the night. I had exchanged emails with a friend who had some associates in Almaty asking for some recommendations for places to go. My fall back was to hit the Petroleum Club which had proven successful on my first trip to Almaty. After my champagne budget experience in Amsterdam, I was not in a hurry to go down the in-call route again. My friend Fred from Moscow had told me about a new strip club called Sweet & Spicy. It’s a Thai restaurant by day and at 10:00 PM it becomes a strip club. Gotta love it. I wandered down that way to see what was what, but first made a stop at the SoHo Pub.

The SoHo Pub has gotten a reputation for being an expat bar in Almaty. Which usually means that the place is crawling with girls, who have flexible morals, looking to meet someone. It was only 8:30 PM so things were a little slow still but already there was a fine stable starting to form up. I found a place at the bar and struck up a conversation with three girls who said they were students. We eventually got round to the topic of company in my hotel room and I was a little surprised (I don’t know why) to hear that they wanted $300 for the night. Maybe it was because it was still early – maybe it was because it was because the prices had simply gone up. But since I was still smarting from the lashing you guys gave me for over-paying in Rio, I decided to pass until later in the evening when they got more desperate. It was Friday night and it was barely 10:00 PM so I thought I would get over to Sweet & Spicy. As promised, it was a Thai food place that was now a strip bar. I was hoping for the Kazak version of the Safari Lodge of Moscow. For those of you who have never heard of the Safari Lodge, it’s quite possibly the world’s best titty bar.

Sweet & Spicy was pretty decent but it was not Safari Lodge. There was a formal stage in front with a series of tables and seats (booths) facing the large stage. The girls were very nice looking with a good mix of Kazak and ethnic Russian babes. The deal there was that they come out in pairs, dance on the main stage for two songs and then come out to the booths for a few songs and allow for a little table dance action. The customer has an opportunity for a little pinch and grab in exchange for tucking a 500 Tenge note (about $4.25) in the g-string. Not exactly good value for dollar but it’s better than nothing. From what I could see, there was no facility for private dances and no “dacha” facility out back for other liaisons. I spent a few hours there and about midnight decoded it was time to head back to the hotel as we had an early flight with a car coming to the hotel for 6:00 AM. Saturday was going to be a big day for me so I thought that it might be a good idea to behave tonight.

Heading back to my room, I got on the elevator just as one of the bell men was getting off. I punched the button for the 2nd floor (really the 5th floor – go figure) and he decided to get back on the elevator and ride up with me. When the door closed he asked me in very good English if I was having a good evening and enjoying my stay. He went on to say that he would be happy to get anything that I needed including any special services. Oh boy – here we go. Of course I had to ask him what he meant and he was happy to tell me that he had a small group of girls downstairs who would be happy to come and keep me company for $100 an hour. Oh what the heck. I told him to send up one of those cute little Kazak girls. If I was not happy who whom he sent me, he went on to say that I should send her back and he would send someone else. Five minutes later there was a knock at the door and I let Anna in. While she had black hair and angular features, Anna told me that she was not Kazak but was a Tatar from Russia. Not that I could tell the difference mind you. Regardless, she was very cute and spoke good English. Since the local custom is for payment up front, she did a double take when I handed her the money. She wanted 20,000 Tenge ($165) rather than the 12,000 ($100) I was quoted. You guys would have been proud of me because I told her to get the fuck out and don’t try to play the bait and switch game with me. Besides I had to get up early and didn’t have time for this crap. I undressed, brushed my teeth and was heading for bed when there was another knock a the door. Anna was back with a new attitude and decided that $100 was better than nothing but she wasn’t staying any more than a hour. If I didn’t have to get up in 5 hours, I would probably have tried to haggle a little more and get the price down since I was clearly in control of this negotiation. But I was getting tired and really just wanted to get off and get some sleep. After quick showers I was treated to a rock hard little body. The Tatars are descended from the Mongol hordes of Genghis Kahn. They occupied much of Russia from the 11th to the 16th centuries. This was a very fit gal with the body of an athlete. The Tatars have interesting features as they bear a striking resemblance to Turkish peoples as opposed to the Kazakhs that you tend to see in Almaty.

She whipped out a condom and was putting it on me while she asked if I wanted “suck”. I told her that I really did not like suck with “preservative” because there was no feel. I insisted that she go BBBJ and she said that she would only do so if I did DATY with her. What the hell. An hour later, she was heading out the door and I was going to sleep. Sex was good but again, it was pretty mechanical – professional I guess you could say. Certainly not any kind of GFE that you might get in Brazil. Like her Russian counterpart in Amsterdam, kissing on the mouth was certainly off the menu amongst other things.

Next day, Natasha and I headed to Astana for our meeting with Boris. Astana is a very interesting city near the Russian border. There are several stories as to why the capital was moved from Almaty to Astana but the one that makes sense to me is that the Kazakh government didn’t want to make it too easy for Russia to annex that part of Kazakhstan. Astana is a very new city with construction everywhere. It’s like this city in the middle nowhere that has sprung up. The skyline is littered with construction cranes.

Later that day with our meeting with Boris accomplished we headed back to Almaty. My flight home was scheduled for 3:00 AM the next day and I had a car coming to pick me up at 1:00 AM to take me to the airport. I toyed with the idea of getting in a last session of recreation before leaving, but thought better of it. I must be getting old.

I’m going back to Moscow in June so this should be an interesting comparison.

I never quite get it. Isn't this a piss poor country??

So why does a whore cost US$ 100 -200 per hour, the same price you can get in Germany? I remember, 12 years ago I did a girl in Frankfurt in a brothel next to the railway station for US$ 15! That is the price of an 1-2 hour house cleaning job.

In other nicer German FKK brothels, you pay a maximum of 120 dollars for half an hour, usually you pay less or get more time. So why a downtrodden third world country costs more??

So in the ex Sowjet republics, there should be girls for US$ 10, like you can find all over Asia.

Is this a tourist ripoff?? Or like in Rio, there are several classes of girls, all of which get local customers? the 5 $ fast fuck for the poor (and some cheapskates) and the 150 dollar terma for the upper crust.

I think there was a report from Siberia where a guy paid US$ 20 per fuck.

Well, it was a poor country until the price of oil start going up. Now they have more cash then they know what to do with it. They also have the 2nd largest oil field on earth.

In the larger cities, EVERYTHING is more expensive. I talked to a couple of guys in Sweet and Spicy who just came back from the oil fields in the west of K-Stan. They said that in the small towns you could get a fine looking girl for $100 for the night. So I guess it all depends on where you go. As a rule in the FSU, the most expensive girls are going to be the ones that hang in the hotel lobby. After all, they have to share their cash with the bellman, hotel security, front desk... etc. The exception to that, of course, is Night Flight in Moscow where I hear the rates start at $350 and keep going skyward. Mind you, that will buy you a Maria Sharapova look-alike or better.

I don't know about $10, but $30 will get you laid in most parts of Siberia.

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This is one of the girls we hired for the Moscow Oil show last year to stand at the booth. he cost us $200 for the day. Imagine my surprise when I saw her in Night Flight the following week. The only difference was that she was asking for $500 for the night!

nice girl, riojake. Though I personally prefer the exotic Rio look, I certainly would not refuse this one. Not sure if I wanted to shell out US$ 500, though.

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how old is she??

RJ,

Too bad you could't figure out a way to add the $500 to the billings for her time at the convention.

Knockkneedman,

What are you? Clairvoyant? Negotiations are proceeding along those lines for this year's show in June as we speak. However, we may have to amend the job description.

My buddy who lives in Moscow tells me that Russian girls respond well to the "bonus plan". They agree to a discounted rate up front with the understanding that there is a healthy bonus involved if they can convince you that it's the best sex you've ever had. Sounds interesting. Sort of a risk - reward thing. Might have to try that.

Last year, Ekaterina told us she was 19. I'm not sure that was accurate or not. Tough to tell with these skinny Russian chicks. The other thing you have to deal with is the "attitude". Like Western girls, these stunners have an air about them that can be a real pain in the ass. Most (but not all) Russians seem to lack that "joi d'vive" (I think that means Joy of Life) that the Brazilians all have. I used to think that was due to 80+ years of communism, but the old timers tell me that's just Russians in general. I dunno - I have not screwed enough Russians girls yet to be an impartial judge. The quest continues....

Jake