So there I was
With my girlfriend on a camping trip out in the arse end of nowhere looking for a place to park up the 4x4 so we could set up camp. As evening was closing in with came across some locals who had a nearby camp themselves, so through the universal language of charades (we didn’t speak the dialect) they offered us space to set up camp for the night. Turned out to be quite a spectacular evening, we were guests for dinner and after the lovely meal they broke out some sort of local alcoholic drink which was consumed with much relish and enjoyment by all. As the evening went on things got rowdier and all sorts of shenanigans between the locals started to happen, I’m not sure what was in the alcohol but it was blunting any inhibitions me and the girlfriend would normally have. We dragged ourselves off to our tent in the early hours where lots of sexy stuff happened.

We said our goodbyes the following day to our gracious hosts and continued on our journey. We eventually came home and occasionally we talk about what a great time we had, particularly that night with the locals. We ended up calling it the night on the Mongolian naughty steppe.
(ParaSitius is an Optimistic Pessimist, Wed 13 Feb 2013, 12:51, 2 replies)

i thought this was going to break out into some sort of swingers party story

( The Doveston haunted by the memory of his own amnesia, Wed 13 Feb 2013, 13:41, closed)

That's what the replies are for, you sexy beast.

( Dr Preference AjcuiVd289, Wed 13 Feb 2013, 15:50, closed)