Why I travel alone (or, how I unwittingly became involved in sex tourism)

Apart from swimming with a three-metre-long python, not a lot happened today (afterwards, I joked to a French girl that it wasn't the biggest python on the island, and she told me to leave here alone. The French, hey? Can't live with 'em, can't go back in time and let the Germans take their country). … Continue reading Why I travel alone (or, how I unwittingly became involved in sex tourism)