Travel Freaks

Okay, so I may not be a global traveler on a crazy level, but I have gotten around. To different countries that is. What I have also had the pleasure of observing is that there are a ton of girls that like to get around - with other people that is. Funny thing is lots of people like to stereotype American travelers as those annoying people that speak too loud, are rude, don't even begin to make an attempt to learn about local cultures and then assume that everyone should speak English. Then you have the Wild on E! style Americans that like to flash their boobies at Carnival for beads, jump on top of tables while showing off their g-strings and bumping and grinding to Eminem while letting loose the occasional "Whooooooo!" loudly before laughing hysterically and then possibly contributing to the new trend of girl-on-girl action in a sad attempt to be cool. So why do Americans get pegged as such freaks? Hmm...that's a hard one. However, I say what about the freaky deaky Europeans? Canadians? Aussies? Huh? How do they seem to come off as such travel pros? Dare I even say, refined? I have been observing something for years now ans after my recent trip to Barbados just feel the need to share.

Bottom line: Europeans like to get local ass. Crude? Maybe. True? Yes. Germans, British (especially), Irish (you know it)....they all like to tap into the local pool of men and women. It's so odd. It's like they spend all this time back home, pent up in their cubicles at work, analyzing business trends, commuting on the train in their respected countries only to take holiday to head off and get some uninhibited local action. I find this happens more in the, um, how do I be PC....more dark-skinned areas? It's hilarious to watch these usually proper people (I mean, I am assuming they aren't trashy sluts back home. Especially the British right?) go nuts over some young chocolate stud on the dance floor, grinding on the dance floor and taking shots only to stumble out into the street and head to God knows where to get it on. It always gives me a nice giggle to see them all haggard on the beach the next morning, getting all fried from the sun only to head out on the town in hot pursuit for another night. What's even more funny is that in just a matter of time they will be back in their home country, at their shabby little offices, in their conservative dress answering to "the man" when just not so long ago they were getting smashed and boning everyone across the pond. Ha.