It would be hard to find a more fitting pair than that of sex and travel. Here, one adventurer, who has kissed an uncounted number of men who don’t share her zip code, shares her experience combining the two through more than 30 countries for our “End of Summer Escapes” series.
Obviously, the word “summer” goes perfectly with the word “fling,” but trying to combine the two during your stay at a 12-bed hostel while you’re visiting some over-priced European country can be tricky, though it’s not impossible. I love to stay in hostels even in a booming economy because they’re the best place to meet other travelers – unless you encounter a 56-year-old who creeps all the other guests out — and learning the hostel hookup ropes is key to the hostel experience. So what do you do once you’re ready to swap spit with the man of your dreams and he happens to be staying at the same 20-Euro-per-night place as you for the next few days? (NOTE: For our purposes, “hookup” is used in a PG or PG-13 manner, unless you really like performing for an audience.) Keep reading »