Yanji city. Sexually horny Chinese man

China. Yanji city. Fuban Hotel. July.
The Fuban Hotel was so-so, this applies to breakfasts and rooms, but the hotel had hot springs, a sauna - simple and salty, a cold water pool where you could swim for hours. So, let me introduce you to the underground floor of the Fuban hotel: there are probably 6-8 pools with hot springs, there is also a pool with goldfish. But, firstly, it is cold, and secondly, these fish are not simple, these fish love to eat keratinized skin from the heels of a person, but they can also bite on what is higher. It doesn't hurt at all, but it's annoying and ticklish. So, I already sketched the big picture. It was possible to go and stay in a hotel of a higher category, there are a huge number of such hotels in the city of Yanji, but they do not have hot pools. And I love to swim, I love to lie in hot pools! It so happened that I went on this trip alone. Moreover, for those who were not afraid to move around China on their own, similar tours were invented. This tour meant that the Chinese would guide you to the right places, but your transportation by buses or trains would be independent. That is, they will not accompany you on the road to China. No, of course, at point "B" they were waiting for me. Even at home, in Vladivostok, the travel agency gave me all the escorts so that I would not get lost. The city of Hunchun, where I arrived from Russia, and from where I had to go to the city of Yanji, an absolutely calm, friendly and safe city. Maybe if you behave defiantly and do not follow the simple rules that the leaders of the groups announce when crossing the border, you can run into trouble, but this has never happened to me in the city of Hunchun. The Chinese treat the Russian people with some shyness and respect; still, a Russian person is a goose that lays golden eggs.
A small digression, the first time I came to the city of Hunchun in 2008. In my opinion, then this small town was a hole in the hole. At least, that's how it seemed to me at the time. There were no signs in Russian, no one understood Russian. Now, when more than ten years have passed, Hunchun has turned into a completely different city. It is no longer possible to say that this city is small. It grows up and down. Unlike another border city, Suifenhe, this city is safe. Here, in the subway, no one pulls you by the hand, does not offer to cure your teeth, sew curtains, get a massage. In general, since 2008 I have visited the city of Hunchun probably fifteen times, and nothing bad has ever happened to me. I traveled alone and with friends and family. I used to feel safer in China than even at home. In any case, you can walk all night in Hunchun and no one will offend you. If you are interested in learning more about what Hunchun was like in 2008 and how I got lost in this city, you can read my humorous story "Help". My retreat is over, the purpose of the retreat was for you to understand how confident I was in my safety when I arrived in Yanji City. The story that I will tell now is, I think, an isolated case. In their mass, the Chinese try not to communicate with Russian people, they shun them. If a Russian person asks a question, they wave their hands, hinting that the Russian person will not receive an answer from them. I got used to this attitude of the Chinese, and did not see anything wrong here. However, even here, in the city of Yanji, where the foot of a Russian person stepped much less often than in the city of Hunchun, Harbin and Suifenhe, one could still find a person who would help and direct to the right place. However, this is exactly what I didn't need. I had a map of the city, and the Chinese, who met me at point "B" and settled me in the Fuban Hotel, answered all my questions with pleasure, made notes on the map, wrote on a piece of paper in hieroglyphs the name of the place where I wanted to go. I could show this leaflet to a taxi driver, or a bus driver. By the way, a bus ride around the city costs one yuan. All six days of my stay in Yanji, I enjoyed getting to know this beautiful city with a Korean flavor. In the evenings, I went to the river and watched the dancing Chinese, they danced both in groups and one by one. Each group had its own music column. Since the area where they danced was not so huge, the music was sometimes superimposed on other music. I climbed Mount Shapka, walked around Koreatown, visited a Buddhist temple and a museum. The story I want to tell happened on the third day of my stay in the city of Yanji. Not far from my hotel was a city park. Well, how close, if you walk, you could spend 20 minutes, if you go by bus, the stop of which was right next to the hotel, then you had to drive five minutes to the park.
And retreat again.
In 2008, I went from Hunchun City to Yanji for a tour. You can also read this story in the book "Help". It was a tour that I really didn't like.The only vivid memory of this excursion was the city park. And now, when more than ten years have passed, I decided to visit this park. It was raining that day. Since it was July outside, it was stuffy. I was wearing a thick raincoat, and I had a heavy mirror camera around my neck. Despite the rain, the Chinese danced. They danced alone and in pairs. The lake in the park was overgrown with lotuses, it was very beautiful! In the gazebo, elderly Chinese were talking and playing some kind of national game such as checkers. So, I outlined the general picture of the park for you. The Chinese politely avoided when I passed, looked away when I smiled at them, however, when I turned away, their eyes followed me. Probably the reason for this was my hair is incredibly red, acid color. Or maybe the reason was different, who will sort out their Chinese. After walking along the lake, or rather around the lake, admiring the small zoo and dancing people, I decided to climb the stairs to the second level of the park, which was crowned with a statue of two dancing girls. And here, attention, a young Chinese man approached me. Although I don’t know, maybe it was not a Chinese, but a Chinese Korean, or a Manchu. People of these nationalities lived on the territory of Yanban, a Korean district, which included the city of Hunchun, the city of Yanji and several dozen other cities. In this district, sixty percent of the population are Chinese Koreans, ten are Manchus, and the rest are Chinese. Well, as I understand it, it doesn't matter to you. In short, a young man of Asian appearance approached me. Apart from the word "nihao", which means "hello" in Chinese, I don't know anything from the Chinese language. Therefore, when the man turned to me, I answered him in Russian that I did not understand. I thought that our conversation would be over, but the man continued to say something. And not just talking, judging by the intonation, the man insisted on something. And then he came close to me, pulled me to him and tried to kiss.
My shock cannot be described in words!
As you understand, I began to break out, but the more I pulled out, the more he pulled me to him. Then I changed tactics and just relaxed. However, this did not help, the man continued to pull his lips to mine. My brain was working hard, I was looking for ways to free myself, and I found the only way that could work. I cried. Surprised, the man loosened his grip. I took advantage of this and freed myself. Unfortunately, there were no people on the site. Otherwise, the man would not have behaved so arrogantly. Running away from the sexually horny Chinese, I moved to the side, where there were several compositions of sculptures. There were passers-by, but they were few. My cheeks burned, but I tried to calm down. Naive, I thought that the danger had passed, but the loving Chinese decided to make one more attempt to explain his feelings to me. The Chinese caught up with me and began to say something again, but this time I did not let him get close to me. Vidocq I probably still had that, bright red disheveled hair and red cheeks! Suddenly the Chinese made a jerk and grabbed my hands! I screamed, the rare passers-by who walked on this second-level platform were my hope. And so it happened, my cry attracted people, and the Chinese in love lagged behind me. This time, I decided not to tempt fate, and quickly went down to where there were a lot of people, that is, to the first platform. Here they still sang, danced, played the national game, chatted and admired lotuses. The Chinese did not leave immediately. He was waiting for me to move in some direction. However, there were no more fools. Here, where there were many people, fear released me, but I was on the alert. After half an hour, when I glanced sideways and then turned around, the Chinese who molested me on the site was gone. After that, I decided to walk around the shopping centers, and then went down to the subway, that is, went to the underground shops. I chose crowded places, just in case the Chinese follow me. Well, maybe that was too much. I never saw this Chinese again. Back at the hotel, I changed into a bathing suit and went down to the underground level of the hotel, where the hot pools were. I only relaxed when I sank into the hot water. The water temperature was 40°, but my brain and heart must have been even hotter. Everything inside me boiled, I was shaking. The fear gradually subsided, but I thought about what might have happened if I hadn't fought off the horny Chinese man. The fact is that I relaxed so much, believing that it was safe for me in China, that I didn’t even take my passport. The passport then remained in the room. When I entered the park, I only had yuan in my purse and a card with the name of the hotel on it. Since I came to Yanji City alone and there was no one to worry about me, I don't think I would be missed quickly. Of course I was being stupid. However, it would be even more stupid now to hide in a hotel room and tremble with fear. Therefore, in order to overcome fear, the next day, I again went to the park. Nothing more with meno bad thing happened. Naturally, this time I took my passport with me. Here is a story that happened to me. Of course, I am a coward, but I know that fear does not completely enslave me, I need to go forward. Always go ahead!