Thursday, 5 November 2015

Backpacks and Sex

 I can’t be blame for the lack of trying but unintentionally, the only stable relationship I have managed to build in my life it has been with my faithful backpack, which somehow this should make me the last person to be writing about romance!

 But on the other hand, I may be your girl because if anything, backpacking solo has given me the dutiful honor of experiencing the briefest romances on the road, therefore yes; I can contribute to the dating world with my tiny bit of romance lived, suffered and enjoyed on the road, ha!

 I have met them all; the dirty backpacker, the romantic dreamer, the exotic local. Don’t judge me now; I didn’t go to the other side of the world to hide away from experiences.
 Let’s be honest, when you are backpacking your standards lower to a minimum and they do because fuck it, I used to look like shit myself most of the times and who can blame me? I mean, make up was not an option because it would melt in the extreme South East Asian temperatures; Comb? I hate the person who invented it, never used it in London and definitely not there!; Shaving? Whenever I could definitely yes but then, I could not all the time (in some bathrooms I was scared that if I remained more than what I strictly needed it, I could have end meeting the mother of all cockroaches); Clean clothes backpacking? What.Is.That? Get what I’m saying? The list could go on and on.

 The good news is that the bunch of them looked as terrible as I did therefore we were united by our disastrous appearances, worn out clothes and carefree attitude and THAT, dress you up more than any fancy clothes.

 Setting free from the rate race that you leave behind puts you on a mindset that makes you more approachable, brave and attractive and that works wonder to have the world on your side, not against you.

 Here’s the make up a backpacker woman wears; a fearless attitude, an approachable smile, and a carefree here we come and we are bloody unstoppable.

What’s not attractive about that and a tan? The combination worked perfectly because that and the fact that I felt liberated enough to experience, brought me some joyful moments with the opposite sex.

 There is something so incredibly romantic about experiencing your sexuality in far away lands; it is the lack of judgement. The freedom to do anything anywhere gives you the attitude to approach situations with a desire to experience them fully.

 Mind you, my own experience tells me that nothing that gets intense disappears without leaving you with certain heart pain but even knowing that, I would not denied me of the pleasure of experiencing it for the world. I rather sit in my bed at night and feel tingles in my stomach when I close my eyes remembering the details of those moments than going mentally through the shopping list!

 And with the experience comes the knowledge. Of course Wiki travel and other similar tools can become your best friend whilst and before you travel but not all the knowledge is there (if you know what I mean)

For instance, hooking up with a local makes you some sort of modern sexual anthropologist; you get a really intimate insight into their lives! They possess a complex culture in comparison to ours, one that you get to experience very closely. That makes you quite unique J

Just  aware remember that with the complexity of their own culture, they also come up with attitudes that we may perceive as unacceptable or wrong but remember that if your trip is temporary, so it is everything else in it.

 And that unfortunately applies to their genre in general; that you are a backpacker puts you on people’s radar always for the good reasons but having fun is a big one. Now, be a grown up woman and remember what fun usually means, hey?

Do you want more intensity on this post? You will have to wait until I write “Backpacks and Sex II”. Of course, there are plenty of tales to share and you’ll have an excuse to click again on my post J

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