What made you went to Prague?

Most travellers i’ve met suggested me to go there. They say it’s always cheaper and sexier there. Well, the city hosts one of dungeon for Bel Ami: one of the world’s biggest porn company (i bet you have one of their video), if that’s what they mean by sexier. And i wanted to visit Church of Skeleton ever since my roommate told me about it. It’s a church made by skeleton, located in Kutna Hora, the neighbouring city. Beside, I hadn’t had any Czech in my counting flag (translation: I hadn’t slept with any Czech guy before).

So did you manage to add Czech in your “flag” collection?

Unfortunately no. I got ‘sabotaged’ by two hot non-Czech guys (in separate moments) when I was there.

Tell us about the ‘saboteurs’ then!

I flew alone from Portugal (transiting in Eindhoven, Holland) to Prague. I arrived in Eindhoven on 10 in the morning while my flight to Prague is on 3 in the afternoon. So during that 5-hours-to-kill moment I scanned the scene looking for a cute guy (not that I could bang him in the airport’s toilet). But I could only find the cute guy on the last minute before my flight boarded. I saw a 30-ish cute blond guy when I queued in the boarding passenger line. He’s like 10 people behind me queuing in the same line. Heck, even if he’s right behind me, I could’ve done nothing. I would not have had a courage to ask would-you-like-to-fuck-me-in-the-plane’s-lavatory question.

Once I landed in Prague I knew that I needed to find a backpacker hostel. It was snowy night and the town seemed to be sleepy.  It’s sorta depressing to be alone there. Good thing I had an emergency number in my phone. By emergency number I mean a number of a potential date in a foreign city. I virtually met this cute French guy, who work in Prague, in a dating site once I submitted my travel plan to Prague in my dating site profile. His name is Tony. I texted Tony asking him if he fancies a drink for my first night in Prague. Next thing I knew, Tony picked me up in the town’s central station. Why central (train) station? Once I knew I didn’t want to stay in backpacker hostel, I stored my bag in a locker in the train station. I had an idea that if Tony’s really into me, he would not just bring me to his favourite bar, but also to his favourite bed (translation: his bedroom). and let me sleepover there. and it worked. we went to his place and started making out after a lil bit of evening Prague tour in his car, drinks at some famous gay bar and little walk at the famous Charles bridge (i was more intrigued about the bridge not because it’s historical story, but because Kanye West shot his “Diamond from Sierra Leone” music video there). what’s as equally amazing as the sex was the fact that from his place I could clearly see the beauty of Prague Castle, which is the biggest ancient castle in the world, as his condo is just in the neighboring area of the castle. It’s really a splendid background for a making-out scene.

So what about the second saboteur?

I met him on my second day in Prague. I left Tony’s place in the morning right before he left to his work. That day my friend whose place was supposed to be the place where I stay during my Prague visit finally came back to Prague from his sudden abroad trip. I headed to train station to pick up my bag. Unlike  in the evening, snowy morning in Prague looked lively and enchanting. Prague began to reveal its bustling side with the exotic Czech citizens and architectures. Sitting in the tram looking at the scenery was just fantastic. Long story short, I met my friend, stored my bag in his place, and went back out and about in the town alone as my friend went to work. I was craving for a lunch meal when I saw a cute blond guy standing in front of this restaurant. So I decided to get in to this restaurant. The closer I get to the door of the restaurant, the clearer the look of the guy who was apparently reading the restaurant’s menu display. The moment I was an inch away from him, the guy looked at me and scanned me from head to toe rightaway. Awkwaaard. But then he said “Hey, I think I’ve seen you before!”. I was like “Huh?”. Well, the guy looked familiar too but my hungry tummy blocked me from scrutinising my memory of his face.

“Did you fly from Eindhoven yesterday?” asked the guy. And the AHA moment immediately came to my mind. He’s the cute guy I saw in the boarding queue line. Holy cow!

“Oh yeah, I did!” I answered.

“So are you here alone?”

“Yes, I am. You?”

“Oh, same here!”

Perfect!!!!! Apparently God knew how to throw a Hollywood romantic movie touch to a timeline of his believer.

Long story short, we decided to sit together. We managed to get to know each other over traditional Czech culinary. His name’s Frank. 34. A French-speaking Belgian. Having a week off from his work ALONE in Prague. Aaaaand…… he liked me! I mean, apparently, he already tried to make me notice him in Eindhoven airport. He sat next to me in the waiting lounge. But unfortunately I was just too busy looking across the room and forgetting a human being that existed a centimetre away from me.

As we both were solo traveller, we decided to be each other’s companion. After the meal, we went to the Old Town to check some historical architectures. By the time we walked next to each other I really felt that we’re so clicked. First time I saw his eyes, I felt like he’s saying “Hi sexy boy! Wanna get dirty with me?”. Second time, I felt like I heard him saying “You’re sweet, I’m happy that I met you!”Third time, there’s no doubt his eyes telling me “Oh honey, what can be a better (surprise) honeymoon than this?” :)

After hours of strolling down the town’s tourist path, we managed to chill out in the bank of the famous Vitava river. It’s already dark and no one around us. We’re too smart to miss the cue of kissing time. So we kissed. Once. Twice. Passionately. Every couple will always have their own “Cinderella time” and sadly mine comes too early. I promised my friend to have dinner with him after he finished his work so I had to finish this amazing first date.

We walked to the nearest subway station with a sad-but-romantic vibe. We exchanged our Czech phone numbers and agreed to meet up again the day after. In the subway station, while waiting for the train he managed to steal a kiss. ah, I couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful first date in Prague.

to be continued…

Other than being traveling junkie, how you describe yourself?
aspiring creative director. athletic ectomorph. adrenaline junkie. theme park sucker. a couchsurfer. addicted to infographic. true player of wii, PS3, board and card games. only read non-fiction book.

How do you have a chance to travel?
studying, getting a volunteer work or attending conference abroad.

What are your bibles?
Lonely Planet and wikitravel.

What do you do when you travel?
getting intimate with local. conquering the city with fellow traveler. doing things enlisted in “101 Things to Do before Getting Old and Boring”, which mostly are stupid but hilarious chores. mastering public transportation system with the company of my iPod. paying a visit to a nearby theme park (only and if only it has thrilling attraction). checking out a muslim community as well as underground clubbing scene, if any. hangin out in bookstore or public library. reading book in a park or coffee shop. visiting places that is labeled with ‘superlative’ clam (e.g., the highest, the biggest, the most polluted, what not).

What do you avoid when you travel?
baggage. shopping. fancy culinary. spoilt traveler who insists to backpack. narrowminded traveler. criminals. my parents.

What, when, and with whom was your first backpacking experience?
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, on my first year of college. Alone.

Tell us some bragging rights you gain when you travel!
Doing the highest skyjump (Macau). Praying in the world’s largest mosque (saudi arabia). Seeing Tina Fey for real (New York). Being in the same bar, on the same time, with Elton John (Venice). Strolling down world’s longest escalator (Hong Kong). Daydreaming in the world’s largest church building (Vatican). Performing traditional dance in public (Holland). Watching Fatboy Slim’s concert (Bangkok). Drinking in world’s highest alfresco bar (Singapore).  Tracing back Path of Illuminati - famously known from Angel & Demon movie (Rome).  Paying a visit to skeleton-made church (Czech).  Playing hide-and-seek in the largest Buddhist temple (Indonesia). Watching queer beauty pageant (Norway). Eating balut, the fertilized duck embryo that is boiled alive and eaten in the shell (Philippines).  Having visited not just one, but two sex museums (New York and Amsterdam).

Tell us some tough “tasks” you’ve accomplished when you travel!
Borrowing stranger’s phone when getting lost at midnight (Rome).  Finding an English-speaking French to help me refilling my French-speaking phone’s credit (Paris).  Getting rid of  street sellers (Cambodia). Ordering food with no pork (Vietnam). Getting haircut done in a Portuguese-speaking barbershop (Portugal). Finding a mosque in an area known for street crime (Manila). Sleeping in a train station during winter (Holland).

Any romance story created within your traveling experience?
Yes. Falling in love, then having (short) relationship, with a person I met when I queued to get in to a plane. I saw this person in Eindhoven’s airport for a flight to Prague. Accidentally met again this person in Prague. we conquered the city together. then we flew to Oslo for another quest.

If you have a chance to go back to a place you’ve been, where will it be? Why?
Budapest. People, price and architectures are exotically beautiful. Strangely, people tend to stare at me there. Hungarians may also find me exotic too. either exotically beautiful or exotically ugly.

What’s the toughest city have you been to?
Porto. I find Portuguese are insanely gorgeous there. Too intimidating.

Any valuable lesson you learn when traveling?
I don’t know what girly bar is until I join fellow backpackers for a girly bar hopping. At first, when they said “girly bar”, i thot it’s a bar named Girly. (Cambodia)

People say it’s a fact, you say it’s a myth.
French are rude. Dutch are arrogant. Arabian are not as hot as Caucasian. Those are myth.

Any “where’s-a-waldo” activity to recommend?
Find the statue of pissing boy, pissing girl and pissing dog in Brussels.

Any theme park to recommend?
Other than Disneyland, come to Walibi World in Holland. They have 6 different kinds of rollercoaster. You may die of heart attack there.

What are the hidden gems you’ve discovered so far?
Gili Islands: it’s a calmer and less-sinful version of Bali. or Montserrat: a perfect getaway for those who’re fed up with Barcelona. To get there, you should ride a train on a rocky mountain. The view is priceless, but it feels as thrilling as riding a rollercoaster.

Tell us some rebellious act you’ve done when you travel?
Getting into museum without paying entrance fee (Hungary). Posing  a PG13 silhouette in a so-called sacred temple (Cambodia).

Have you done vandalism when you travel?
Sort of. I wrote “Safir was here” on a blackboard in an empty class in MIT (Boston).

When traveling, shit happens when …
I lost my wallet with US$120 in it (Boston), or the snow was heavy so that the only bus that’s supposed to bring you to the airport couldn’t operate, and thus, you fail to fly.

Tell us some interesting people you’ve met  when you travel!
They are many. a PETA worker (who inspired me to be a vegetarian), a comic illustrator, an ex-priest who turns to be human rights activist, a Caucasian lesbian woman who learns Buddhism, atheists, an extremely nice gay couple wholl likely to adopt me, a person who let his flat open for travelers to stay for every single day of his life, vegan restaurant chefs who cook the most delicious vegan food Ive ever had, and many more.

What is the biggest regret you have in regards to your traveling experience?
Losing most of pictures I took when I was in United States.

I used to wake up in the morning and realize how lucky I am for having such a fantastic boyfriend who has been giving me a joy of life! this morning, 9AM of Saigon time, I woke up with a feeling of how stupid I am for living in a 3-and-a-half-hour flight distance away from him. anyway, let’s don’t make this note about him! it’s about me SURVIVING SAIGON (without my boyfriend)

I left Jakarta with a sad feeling of leaving my bf, a suitcase, a gift from my bf (that I can only open when i get to Saigon) and a fear that i will not get thru immigration gate of Saigon (i’ve got this kind of anxiety ever since I failed to fly to Phuket due to my (almost) expired passport).

three and a half hours later, I arrived in Saigon with an exciting feeling (thanks to the awesomeness of Saigon’s city light that I viewed from the plane and a newly renovated modern airport of Saigon) and a fear that no one will pick me up the airport. luckily, there were three kids waiting for me to bring me to my host family. they are Long (or hong or nong), and Hai (or Hay or Vai) and Nhun (or Nyun, Ngun or Nun)… Trust me, Vietnamese names are like chinese: hard to remember :D

my Saigon adventure began when I got in to the taxi and dived the “ocean” of motorbikes (and few bicycles and cars) in such a bustling/brutal/overcrowded/hectic traffic of Saigon! I used to think “if i can drive in Jakarta, meaning that I can drive anywhere on earth” but then i realized the theory is merely true. the more accurate theory is that “if you can drive in Saigon, then you know you can survive all kind of hard life”. to give you the idea of it, here’s the recipe of making a Saigon’s traffic madness:

1. dont put traffic light at (some) 3-way, 4-way (and even) 5-way intersections!

2. turn around wherever and whenever you want (even at no-turn around line), and cut a line, and change lane and even to stop (in the middle of road to text or getting a phone call)!

3. dont use the rear mirrors! act like you’re the only rider on the street.

4. if you want to cross the street, dont bother stopping.

4. never stop honking!!!

anyhoo, I honestly think that that traffic madness here is such an awesome thing to experience! dont ask me why, but i feel like it’s a fascinating sight. maybe it’s because i feel glad that i eventually realize there’s a more fucked-up city (than Jakarta).

A 140,000-vietnam-dong-taxi-fare later, I arrived in front of a 5-stories house, which is the house of my host family. the house reminded me of a typical ‘office-house (ruko) estate’ in Indonesia but without office in it. I got greeted by the oldest son of the host family, Phuong (pronounced: feung) when I got in to the house. Phuong is younger (and shorter) than me. he’s in 1st year of college in commerce major, talks a very Vietnamese-accented English, and loves to read comic and watch anima (which reminds me a typical “Japanized” Indonesian boys). People who live in the house are Phuong, his two younger brothers, his two (lady) cousins, his mom, his grandmother, his great grandmother, his hamster and his three dogs (which scare me). his dad is not in the house because the dad works in Cambodia (as a businessman).  So far, it’s only Phuong and her mom who can speak English (but I still have a difficulty to make them understand what I am saying). They are Buddhiest and they have quite a collection of Buddhism statue (and including a glowing neon light) that will great you when you enter the house. according to Vietnamese standard, Phuong’s family is considered a rich family but in such a traditional and humble way. so the house is big enough to accommodate all of the ‘inhabitant’s (plus me). My room is super duper big and spacious. The room has two TVs with sound system, two PC sets and some of the sides of the wall are covered with massive paintings. the room has the bathroom and the balcony too. the problem is…

I share the room with Phuong.

wait, there is a BIGGER problem…

I share the bed with Phuong too.

*Noooooooo!!!!!!!!*

even until now, I never stop wondering why Phuong wants to share his bed to a stranger. I told him that I move a lot during my sleep and he was like “relax! i move a lot too during my sleep! so we might end up fighting each other during our sleep.” (as of now, I’m typing this blog and Phuong is already sleeping on the bed. and his position now is covering tho whole side of the bed. hiks.)

but I had a good sleep on my first nite, luckily. the next morning, I actually woke up to him trying to cover me with the blanket that fell down on the floor. (well, I really hope he was really trying to put a blanket on me…)

*to be continued*

p.s. this blog is brought to you by:

a.k.a one of the gifts given by my bf (that I open when I arrived in my room). And it was joke by the way, not that I really do “bitty”.

  It was Friday night, I was supposed to have a mood for hooking up, but I was too tired since I only had 4-hour sleep the night earlier.  But my slutty instinct won over my body. So I met this Swiss guy in Starbucks, Oakwood. His name is Topher, 26y.o. and works for Swiss embassy here in Jakarta. By the time we met, it was his second night in Jakarta. He’s not exactly my type, but he’s lean and cute for sure and (as you guys know) I ALWAYS have a thing with Caucasian guy. We had decent conversation over the coffee. He told me how he lands his diplomat job without earning a single college degree (and according to him, that’s how Swiss job climate works. You don’t need to pursue undergrad study to land a job! Weird! I mean, I have American friends who are pursuing their undergrad there and now he’s telling me that he does not need to go to college to get a job??) Long story short, our conversation revolves around how I envied his seem-to-be-easy-and-less-brainy diplomatic job and he convinced me back that his job was not that easy and blablabla…

After Starbucks, we headed to Loewy, the French bar, which was just 10 steps away. We continued our chat over alcohol (this time, he treated me a drink). The noise really hindered our conversation, let alone his Swiss-English accent that is not easy to understand. I was not sure whether I felt sleepy or tipsy, I just couldn’t 100% focus on our conversation, at least until he said “Safir, I’m really impressed by you! I want to take you further! Why don’t you come to my condo and ….” He paused “…and I wanna have sex with you”

The cool (or weird) thing was that he said that line in such a polite manner. I never thought you can ask someone to have sex with you without enhancing a tiny offensive indication. LoL. I mean, normaly, we just simply ACT, NOT tell, to start the “trip” to “ah ah” land. You know, things like grabbing, kissing or unbuttoning someone’s dress. But this time, somebody asked to have sex with me as if he’s proposing to marry me. Nonetheless, I said yes, even when I was actually not sure that I had enough energy to unleash my sluttyness as I felt sleepier…

We headed to his condo, which was just twenty floors above Loewy (he lives in Oakwood Premier residence). So there you go, another thing I envy from him: he’s just 26 and he already lives alone in such 5-star apartment. Well, that’s just the beauty of being a citizen of rich country like Switzerland. They are rich and has TOO FEW inhabitants to share the wealth with (only 7.8 million population! Compare it with Indonesia’s 238 million population!) So if you’re a Swiss: even if you only work as administration staff, you got 5-star lifestyle assurance when you live in country like Indonesia. Bummer!

We started making out on his couch and … you know the rest lah ya. Here are the few highlights:

was it steamy? Yes!

Was it hot? Yeah!

was it passionate? Ahhhhh!

Was it long? hell yeah!Was it exhausting? Super yeah!

Was it fun? Absolutely!

One thing to note was when we were still “playing around” on the couch, I made a joke telling him that I felt sleepy and wanted to go home so that we needed to postpone the sex for another night; and guess what he did as a response?! He immediately locked up the door and hid the key. Haha! It’s always good to find someone who’s so eager to “eat me alive”.

We woke up the morning after. As I had appointment during the day, I said goobye and left his condo to go back to my place. By the time I got home, I was already looking forward to meet him again. And apparently it happened fast. 11 PM I got his text saying that he wanted to see me again. He said that the sex was amazing and he wanted to cherish it once again. So I proposed him to visit Apollo, a gay club in Bellagio, which is exactly next to Oakwood. So we went to Apollo. It was the first time for both of us and I had no idea what to expect. Despite its small size, the club apparently delivers a great ambiance (well, perhaps the fact that I bring my own White boytoy to the club is the only factor that shaped my good mood). The music played by DJ is really my taste and a perfect tune to execute dirty dancing (with Topher). FYI: his dance sucks.

So we both had fun and I enjoyed the club so much. 3PM Topher surrendered. He asked me to go back with him to his condo. He said “I can’t hold it anymore. I wanna have sex with you again” he stated it in such a gentle, sweet and polite manner (again). So we headed to his condo and continued our “dirty dancing” on bed. Was it steamy? Yes! Was it hot? hell yeah! was it romantic? Uh huh! (as this time, he romantically carried me from couch to his bed).. but was it as good as last nite? not really. but the point is we had a trip to AH AH land for two nights in a row!!! We woke up in the morning, had a little breakfast and I went back home.

And…

…until two weeks after the last time I saw him, he hadn’t given me any update. Well, it’s not that he is obligated to catch up with me again, but c’mon… we really had a blast weekend… he should’ve at least texted me asking how I am doin or whatever. I mean, I was not expecting him to be my boyfriend (particularly in regards to the fact that he’s only here in Jakarta for three months) but if I were him, I’d definitely hang out with someone that I had a blast with. And by hang out, it could be just fling or normal getaway like watching movie or lunch. Not to mention he’s new here  and I was like his first “buddy” he knows of.

So… I finally sent him a message saying: “Hey Topher! How ya doin? By the way, I can’t believe you never contact me again :) ”

Then I got his reply: “Hey Safir! Sorry that I make you worried. It’s just that you’re actually not my type.”

 WHAT THE EEEEEEEFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!??????

how could it be?

what have I done wrong?

shit.

it took weeks to get over hime.

conclusion of the day: being rejected is more painful than trying to be bottom for the first time.

why Brugge?
because it’s the best place to “borrow” somebody’s husband
Brugge is definitely a breathtaking destination, but the local could give you thrill more than you could imagine. go to a place where you will less likely to meet tourist (e.g., arthouse, library or school). find a cute local guy. have a coffee with him. let him give you a tour of the place where he works. give him your number and say good bye. walk back to train station. then pay attention to your cellphone. don’t be surprised when he texts you saying “you’re cute” followed by “i’m sorry if it’s too direct, but would you like to have a ‘quick hour’ with me”. so relax, sit down and let him pick you up wherever you are. once you get into his car, don’t be surprised if you find someone else in the car. it’s your right to think you, he and his friend will have a 3some, but once you get into his home, don’t freak out if the friend is actually the husband. again, just relax, and enjoy the thrill. you either end up with one or both of them in their bedroom.

why Paris?
because it’s the best place to make love outdoor
the French accent is truly seductive. head to Eiffel tower and get seduced by a French guy/lady that suits your appetite. make sure that both of you enjoy the Eiffel’s light and when the night’s getting darker, find the empty playground around the tower and PLAY there, all night long, or until police comes to kick you out.

why Madrid?
because it’s the best place to have your first threesome
never have a threesome? go to Madrid! not only you could make out in a straight club, you could bring home two guys/girls (or more). the best part is, since Madrid is fulfilled with Spanish-speaking people coming from all over the world (read: people from latin America who’s dying to have a better life in Europe), you could make your first threesome as a multicultural sexcapade. my top pick: Argentinian and El-Salvadorian.

why Amsterdam?
because it’s the best place to give charity sex
when you know that life is so full of happiness, it’s time for you to give back to society. plenty of 40 (or over) years old guy who’s been so miserable dying to taste fresh blood like us. give them a happiness on their bed. my tips: make sure they live in a nice flat in the town’s center. my pick: a 40 y.o. businessman

why Budapest?
because it’s the best place to enjoy your first sex-club experience
don’t waste your time (and penny) on peep show in Amsterdam’s red light district. better fly to East Europe and step your foot on the capital of Hungary. if you are getting bored with blonde caucasian human being, Budapest will refresh your mind with their exotic look (from both the city and its people). and what can be more refreshing than watching live two gorgeous human beings having sex. yeah, leave your porn video and come to one of the offered sex-club, which are hidden in the town’s center. my tips: don’t forget to come to the “dark room” in the back side of club and pay a visit to the toilette. horny strangers must be waiting for you there ;)

why Porto (Portugal)?
because it’s the best place to experience “new thing” in public toilet
if it’d ever happened to me, then it’ll happen to you as well (unless you’re far from being gorgeous). when you’re about to urinate in urinary in some public toilet (e.g., in train station) be sure you’re “safe”. by safe, I mean there is no (old) guy watching you from urinary beside you. but if you’re type of people who enjoys “showing off your manhood”, you better enjoy the moment while it lasts. but don’t blame me, if next thing you know, you’re in the middle of nowhere; naked and get robbed.

why Mestre (Italy)?
because when you’re there at Christmas week, there’s always a good stranger who will give you good sex, good place to sleep, and car to drive you to other beautiful cities near Venice
okay, I kinda lied when I say good sex, but screw sex when you could get a free nice accommodation from a stranger you meet in train station. Christmas may indeed be your chance to experience ‘magical thing’. you may not sign up for Santa Claus’ gift, especially when you know you’re too slutty to get one. but guess what, the slutty charm may bless you with a wealthy Dutch guy living in Venice who works at ship construction and is alone during Christmas week because he decides not to go home to his hometown. plus, he comes to you with full service package. a private room in his spacious apartment (that has a direct view to Venice sea), a delicious dinner (because he can cook). a car that he will use to drive you to Venice, Verona, Bologna and San Marino (and perhaps any other cities in Northern Italy). and of course, he could be your personal photographer too!

why Cologne (germany)?
because it’s the best place to have sex three times (with three different persons) in just a day
just make sure you have enough stamina and condoms. to enhance the “flavor”, try different races. my pick: native german for lunch. ukranian for afternoon dessert. german (who’s lived in south Africa) for dinner.

Where did you stay in Budapest?

In a place where you have a curfew - not because your host asks you not to come home late, but because you know that if you get home from downtown using a cab you will be doomed as the distance between the place where i stayed and downtown is like mars and pluto *exaggeration* so that you need to rely on public bus, which only lasts till 9PM (and that’s the curfew!). but I stayed in a nice apartment, hosted by a nice (and hot) 31.y.o Hungarian guy who used to be a Rome-educated priest. We’ll go to that (him) later.

What’s your first impression of Budapest?

Budapest was my first time visiting Eastern Europe. Having lived in Southeast Asia, Budapest reminded me of life of developing countries (but with lot more sleepable citizens). Both the city and the people were exotic. Getting out of the airport and riding an old bus (continued with an ‘antique’ city train) that brought me to downtown, I felt like I came into a filming site of world-war-2-based movie. I would’ve not been surprised should I find myself sitting next to Nazi army in the train. The vibe I felt when seeing the interior of the train and the city’s infrastructure was equal to what I had in mind when I read history book back when I was in high school. but the more I get closer to downtown, the more amazing side of the city revealed. Notable architectural styles, mostly Art Noveu, crowded the city (relax, I don’t know what Art Noveu means either). Get on the tram that passes Chain Bridge with a view of Buda Castle during the night. It’s magnificent! So in short, Budapest is jaw-dropping and dick-erecting (the last one is for the people. in case you don’t know or forget, Hungarian are one of the biggest commodities in porn industry.)

What’s so slutty about Budapest?

I guess Budapest is not sluttier than any other cities in Europe (and is still considered PS-13 if we compare it with the gayest city on Earth: Bangkok) However, I will always remember Budapest as a place where I had my first time seeing a live porn action and getting in to darkroom. My host brought me to this gay club, somewhere hidden in the alley  in the downtown, and introduced me with a show where things that you normally see in your laptop screen before you go to bed (or when you feel super lonely) were conducted on stage. The performer might be professional pro actors, but I could’ve done much better action than what they did. seriously. and what’s weird about watching that live kama sutra lesson was realizing how horny the audiences were. and I was in the middle of them. I was like a fish packed in  a sardine can with numerous horny fishes. good thing that they invent a dark room in the backstage. it’s an alley consisting chambers with extra minimum of light where you can play “hide-and-seek” with fellow “scavenger”. i made a short tour there and i could barely walk as it’s crowded. and it was hilarious when someone grabbed me and tried to bring me in to one of the chambers. i quickly pulled off and managed to get out of the room safely. i could barely see people’s face there so I guess it’s not wise to be “found” there. better hunt somebody outside the dark room. and when you find the treasure, bring it to the darkroom. but don’t let the other scavenger steal it from you (remember, people do grab in the darkroom). beside, I would rather enjoying darkroom experience with my host, the cute ex-priest Hungarian. but sadly enough, it looked like he didn’t fancy the idea. well, we had sex for the last two nights, so being observant was enough for me. there I said it, I succeeded to have sex with my host. Hungarian finally is in my ‘counting flag’. LoL. another cool thing about this club is the toilet. they install a transparent window on a height of your waist. purpose? so you can see people in the restroom doing and getting blow job from outside. i guess the place should be called blowroom.

any tips for (slutty) travelers who want to fuck Hungarian visit Budapest?

Budapest is famous for spa/bath places and some of you may think of adventurous sex when I say “bath!”. It’s true that the bath you find in Budapest will have sauna, but don’t think of your gym’s sauna where you can go “all the way” with a fellow customer in a steamy cubical room. Going to bath or hanging out in sauna is gay’s everybody’s ritual in Budapest, so a mix crowd will always happen. In fact, most of tourist comes to Budapest only to enjoy the bath. So I’m sorry to disappoint you, but get rid of “wild sex in sauna with Hungarian” from your Budapest’s to-do list. However, I can offer you a solution still. Go to a small city called Szentendre. It’s 40minutes train-ride away from Budapest. This charming little town is known for its well-preserved houses and churches. You can have your making-out-in-public record here as the city doesn’t have many people to “disturb” you. I was there with my two friends and we’re always the only customers in a shop where we get in to.