1/10 dragon king hostel, Beijing also woke up that day too late. If you forget to set the clock and is a sleeper so you simply blame himself. caferuj On the other hand, I had no plans for the day so it made me not so much either. I poked at me a couple of American pancakes caferuj with chocolate and apple. No höjdarfrukost not this day. Has soon gone through the entire list breakfast here at the hostel, but to find something that is absolutely spot on. Really tough to be honest. caferuj Anyway, after plitat down my lines to the blog a thought came farandes. A thought on getting my tattoo done that never was in Ulaanbaator. Said and done. I followed the directions given to me by the receptionist a few days earlier. 20 minutes down the main street, right into a very small street and then into an unassuming caferuj shopping center. I had passed the studio three times without seeing it before caferuj I asked a shopkeeper. She pointed out the place and I opened the glass door that led into. The room was smaller than my old boy's room. Get out of a red sofa bounced a dazed Chinese, caferuj who did not look to be a day older than 17. After that the only word I can in Chinese is chichi, which means thank you and the only word he could in English was excelent, which also means thanks there arose some complications when I would explain what I wanted to have conspired. But after half an hour, using pictures and gestures, we had found the design I wanted and agreed on a price. So while he sketched rose that would adorn my left shoulder, I went and took out his 500 -. Once back I checked extra carefully so that there were needles from unopened packaging. Of course it was there. One and a half hours later, I went, how fucking happy any where from. On the way back to my hostel, I bought caferuj a jar of ointment to rub the tattoo with. The smell is folded and I'm more than sure if it really is the one to have. When I got back to my hostel had Coffe heard of and announced that he and Linus arrived in Beijing. I threw myself caferuj into a burger before I hastened out on the streets again. I had explained to me the area where they were and it did not take long before I met them at a bar in the center of town. Along with a whole bunch of Danish nursing students and two Irishmen we smoked some hookah and slurped us a couple of beers before they wanted to go out and stick. I am known as moderately amused by disco dancing but for lack of better proposals hooked me on. We came to a place called Mix. It was packed with Chinese people and after a bit of dance and a beer we drifted on into the next dance floor. There it was warmer, less space, less music and more Chinese people. I got fed up and left the others to their fate and took a taxi back to my hostel, bought a beer and a bowl of noodles that I took with me to my favorite place, the balcony, now more is known as the Eagle's Nest. It is so sick founded to lie there on the couches. An hour later, I dragged myself down to the bed. Beauty Sleep was a fact.
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