Chris's Visit Cont.

So Chris has left and I have my place to myself again. I liked having him here, but I need my own space and if you understood how small my apt is you would totally understand. My ger in the Mongolia countryside was bigger than the place that I have now. Though this place does have internet and running water.
So anyway Chris's last week was more of the same. We did some touristy stuff. We went to bowling on Tuesday. I bowled a 172. By far the best I have ever bowled. My second game wasn't so good. I think it was a 120. But enough to increase my average. Whoo hooo!! I wasn't feeling that great and took a night off of the usual post game drinking session. Wednesday was a pretty quiet night out, we went exploring and went to a local pub called La Vie. They had a blues jam session on and so we chatted with people there while eating dinner. I had to work early the next day so we left early.
Thursday was a bit more fun. After work I dragged Chris out of bed to try some horse. Most people who lived in Mongolia have eaten and enjoy eating horse. Chris isn't a fan of eating raw meat, but was willing to brave it. I think he enjoyed it. We went to a place by my house with a couple of my bowling friends. It was about half raw meat and half cooked. Quite tasty. It was much better than the first restaurant where I've eaten it on the island.
Following the horse, Chris,Paul, Jen and myself headed up to Loveland. None of them have been there before and so I thought it would be fun and a bit funny. Which it was. Lots of posing with statues and making asses of ourselves.
Friday and Saturday were about the same. Didn't do much. On Friday I ended up playing hooky from work and we went to Dreamland, which is supposed to be the Mongolian Circus here. There were horse acrobats and contortionists as well as plate spinners and a lot of mullets. There must be some world wide link with Circus folk and mullets. Everywhere there is a circus the mullet is not far behind. It was enjoyable, but alas no Mongols. Stupid tour books. They are always wrong.
Friday night and Saturday were the same, going out and meeting friends. Getting home in the wee hours of the morning and spending a bit too much money. Saturday was a bit more. Chris is a hot commodity here. Being a tourist with no real ties to the island make him prime picking for some of the local western girls. Such a commodity, that 2 drunk girls played paper rock scissors on who was going to take him home. The winner actually took him home and he stuck me with the bill at the bar. The bar that he had been buying drinks for others. Ahh the job of the wingman. My interactions for the night are private and will not be posted here. Lest someone on the island read this and I enter the rumor mill. Hate the rumor mill.