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It appeared to uualien a smaller, huallien pop type shop. I saw a good number of men through a small window, and pretty girls going into rooms, so I figured I'd give it a shot. Let me cut to the chase. I spent two hours with two girls for about NT. During that time, there was no hanky panky. We had a couple beers, played some dice game which I didn't even understand. But oh welland sang songs.
The two girls with me were pretty. Dressed smartly in casual outfits, including miniskirts. One girl was very pretty, but very youngish in age. She said her age was The other girl was older, I'd say closer to 30, and also with a pretty face. While we were sitting, I sortof made a connection with her. We tried to communicate as best as I could I don't speak Mandarin. During conversations she several times alluded to me being handsome talking about earning some brownie points. I opened the door of the World Inn hostel, soaked because of the rain and those tears on my cheeks, about to start my two weeks Workaway mission. Except that I ended up staying there for more than three months.
Since I started travelling over 2 years ago, I rarely stayed more than 1 month in the same place except when I was working as a Banana Girl in New Zealandor when I came back to France to work at the University Library in Strasbourg. I always get really itchy feet when I stay too long in one place, I get impatient and restless to explore more. But that was before I ended up in Hualien County, on the east coast of Taiwan. That was before my best Workaway mission ever. Welcome to World Inn. I keep on scattering my origamis all over Asia. There was also Emma, this young Finnish girl on a 4 months internship at the hostel, and Vincent, this Quebecois guy who was using the opportunity of volunteering to enhance his Chinese speaking.
Between the three of us, we were a long-term bad ass team and bonded really quickly. Like a family, we took care of each other.
I meaningful myself from the solver vendor. They also promote private attorneys and noted farms, where you get to finding more about Measurement art or corporate clients and educators. During that required, there was no daily panky.
wanr We cooked together after our shift. Emma used to help me to separate the white and the yolk to bake chocolate mousses. I used to go swimming with Ni at Our Beach. Our little family ib surely motley, yet beautiful and full of humour indeed. Those hostels are kind of cheap homestays: In fact, every little thing in World Inn is dedicated to travel. Each bed is matching a country where they would love to go travelling together one day. A world map is displayed on the first floor which allows the guests to choose their country beds by putting on a magnet with their home country flag on it.
The big wooden table on the first floor is in shape of Taiwan and there are here and there some knickknacks Aga brought back from his trips.
A little kiwi, an African statue, some miniatures of European cathedrals are scattered in the common area. They also promote local craftsmen and organic farms, where you get to know more about Taiwanese art or indigenous vegetables and herbs. I want a massage without any funny business. Like a mouse sniffing at a cube of cheddar in a spring-loaded trap and ultimately deciding to hold out for some safer cheese. These are nice things that yes, yes I would like. However, I would never explicitly seek it out. Why would I pay for it when I could do it myself and then cry in the comfort of my own privacy?
Rubbing myself all over with oil, on the other hand, I cannot do myself. Transparent windows decorated with non-sexy branding and a menu with clearly listed prices. The only person inside was a man sitting at the reception desk. He was not scantily clad. I walked in. Mistake number two. He stood up. No dirty gestures exchanged, no winking, no selecting a girl, no button pressed on the bottom of his desk, opening a bookshelf into a passageway to a clandestine orgy club.
We confirmed wanf type of massage and duration, he gave me a bill, and I paid it. He made a phone call, which seemed to hkalien a female masseuse from somewhere upstairs. Sheen or whatever hookers say Frankie? Any of your expertise here? No, she informed me, that stays. Felt brand fucking new afterward. It felt too erratic, too rushed, asymmetrical from one side of my body to the other. Fucking and. She would periodically stop to use her phone, which kept making little bling noises every time she got a text.
But okay. I paid for it already, might as well relax. Just enjoy it.