Category: Travel Stories

When I look at the room on the first floor of the small guesthouse, I wonder a bit about the dimension of the bed. To be exact, the room actually consists only of a huge mattress, a narrow corridor to the right and to the left, a mirror at the front wall. “As if they were in my bed” I’m scared to death because I hear the sound of a key in the door. But I realize that it is not our door that is unlocked, but the door to the next room. The walls are thin and I hear the voice of a young European and the voice of an Asian. Now that I’m awake, I hear every word of the conversation: “Do want to have a drink?”, “No, thanks”, “Okay, than take your clothes off”. I hear the creaking of the bed frame, the breathing of the man

I think every male backpacker has had experiences in the field of sex tourism before. Maybe not always active, but seen or experienced on the sidelines. In some countries it might be easier not to pay attention or just to look away, but especially in Thailand and the Philippines it was omnipresent for me when I left in the evening! Experiences with sex tourism in Brazil I was in Brazil for one month (2 weeks Rio, 2 weeks Sao Paulo). Already after a few days I made my first acquaintance with sex tourism. After a couchsurfing meeting we went to a bar to celebrate something else. Already after a few minutes I was danced by a really pretty Latina. This is nothing special, because in South America the party culture is more open and a bit wilder. But I was surprised that she flirted a bit more aggressively very fast.