The apartment had no phone.
I had no cell.
Needed to go back to that "Bell Centre" to get thru to "Andrei" and confirm pick-up at 06:10 the next day. It took a while but a nice guy with a laptop there helped me out. Changing fuckin' city code, zero, no zero. Utter nonsense!
At the same time, on a "lark" decided to call the only pro in Minsk that advertised on the web. Her name was Olga. After 2 busy signals got thru. She wanted 150 Euro for an incall or 200 out.
I told her I would call her back in the p.m.
It was still drizzling - from last night on. Took a cab to "Olivo" their "best" pizza joint. It was.
There were a few dolls inside that made me weep.
Had a 0.5 litre tasty beer, a super Greek salad, and a deluxe loaded pie. The bill was 56,600. I left all the loose bills I had as gratuity.
Decided to walk back as I had my trusty umbrella with me.
Returned by 3:05 or so having exchanged back 408,000 BYR for a 100 Euro bill.




















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Dr. J.

There seems to be a plentitude of hot, angry looking girls on the streets in your report...

maybe they're not angry, just more private than some other cultures and so they appear angry when someone they don't know takes a picture of them.

BINGO!!!