SOOOOOO! As promised, Froit!
First a definition:
Froit...
verb.
The action of froiting, or to froit.
Adjective
To describe something as froit, or froit like.
Usage: That was so froit. You are so froiting ridiculous. I am going to froit out right now! I will fucking froit you! Oh sorry I froited just then.
Definition: To be needlessly belligerent, angry, crazy, or just generally nuts.
Up until we stepped off the train in Ulaanbaatar everything had been ridiculously smooth. Everyone had been nice, the travel relatively easy, and everything was just falling into place. Even our cabin mate on the train was great and spoke English for froits sake!
Then we met this guy Froit. He came with good recommendations from the same cycle touring forum as Ray and Florence so at first it seemed like a great idea! WRONG!!!!! This angry Dutchman, picture a tall overweight guy with stringy grey hair and a funny hat, basically single handily tried to fight all of Mongolia in the roughly 45 minutes we were with him. First we got off the train. We had bikes and Mongolian customs wanted to inspect and then charge us, not unexpected but annoying. Rather than help Froit tried to fight EVERYONE!!!!! So after a 24 hour train ride we immediately had this Dutch guy yelling at us, yelling at the poor Mongolian guy trying to do his job, and eventually yelling at his wife who showed up to try and diffuse the situation. All this included Froit grabbing our bikes, Mongolian customs trying to reason with the guy, him trying to fight everyone, and eventually we paid the 900 mnt (about $0.50) to get the bike through and get out of there. Then! just when we thought the craziness was over we started riding through traffic. Froit promptly starts weaving in and out of heavy traffic proceeds to ride in the center of the road, provoke a confrontation that involved him getting rear ended on his bike and try to start a fight. He pulled out a hammer and the thickest crowbar I have ever seen, threatened this Mongol guy who would have torn him in half and we had to break up this whole scene. Kyle in between the two and me pleading for no fighting while holding bikes. We decided to bail but Froit had one of our bags.
After we extricated the bag we decided that we better at least get to his house and scope the scene to make sure we can get our bearings. His house was equally as crazy. The place had nearly burnt down over the winter, was in various states of demolition and repair and full of workers. There were two large pig carcases in the back seat of an open van and all other sorts of ridiculousness. After we sat in his living room for a minute and he bitched about something and sprayed us with a water spray bottle he called the "air conditioning" the bail decision was set. Luckily we had an out and made some excuses to get to a hostel. We knew where Natalie was staying and got Froit to call and get us in there. After he frantically looked for his keys he had lost and argued with his wife some more we were off. Froit once again froited the fuck out in rush hour traffic and got hit and tried to start a fight in the middle of one of the busiest streets in town.
Luckily we made it to the hostel Idre's Guest House and lost Froit. Thank god! I wish I had a picture of this guy or some of that on video!
At the hostel we met back up with Natalie and I was pleasantly surprised by how nice the hostel was. The owner is super nice and very accommodating, they will do your laundry, and it is very nicely furnished and full of travelers. Great place to spend a few days!
