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Part 6: from Mangalia to Vama Veche
2nd of May 2004•12:14 hours
What am I doing here actually? Who or what is actually the tourist attraction here, or is it me who has become the tourist attractoion? That's what I thought then I woke up this morning. Could not I better have selected a more regular holiday destination, somewhere where I would not be the only one from the West? In the enormous crowd of Vama Veche you can can easily start feeling lonely. Everyone talks in Rumanian to each other of which I understand nothing, everybody knows each other and has fun with each other. This is how I felt yesterday for a moment when I came out of the crowd at the end of the afternoon to do a little nap. However, I did not need to be frightened for being lonely at all, became clear to me right after I stepped out of my bed. But instead of being lonely, I slowly got the feeling that everyone who is speaking to me in fact has other perposes for making contact to me.
As I come from my room and was standing in the garden, I was immediately directly by the sailormen folks with their partners who slept in the rooms next to mine and with whom I had met that morning. They were already pretty tipsy and they saw in me a new way of entertainment for the evening. We had a lof of fun by making jokes and I let them taste young Dutch gin. They invited me to go out with them so we went to a Salsa club on the beach. After some time I realise that I am quite hungry so I decide to go to the nearby restaurant. Because my Romanian money is almost finished I ask I if I can pay in Euro's. As soon as I get my order I am invited by two women and a man so eat together. The conversation changes fast into the topic of sex and one of the women wants to go to bed with me as soon as possible. If I make clear that I am not in for that, they invite me for making a trio with both women or even with the fisherman. The fisherman makes clear that he is also in for that. If the first woman sees that I have no interest, she leaves and goes upstairs. The other two persons precede to go dancing. While paying the bill I am ripped off by the waiter by using a wrong exchange rate for the Euro, so I start a discussion with the waiter, and the two help me out.
Once in the disco I annoy myself to the rockmuziek, so I decide to return to the salsadisco. There not only the music is nicer but also a complete crowd of sexy gay guys is dancing. As soon as I look at one of them while I am dancing, the complete gay crowd comes dancing around me and starts to scream and they toss on my hair. One of them asks if I am in for fucking. That goes too far for me, so I make clearly that I do not want that and leave them. Some moments later they stand close to me again and nevertheless resist to do the same, they all want to dance with me, some grip in my butt and my neck. I feel myself somewhere honoured but also overloaded. Isn't it possible for them to be more subtle? Then a girl comes to me and asks if I want to dance with her group, because a friend of her kind of likes me. I let it all happen and a few moments later I am dancing with that girl. The boys look disappointed at me but I try to ignore them because I am much too frightened that these boys are going too far with me. But as soon as I pay no attention they take my coat and leave with my jacket. Disappointed I leave the salsabar as well and dive into my bed. It's time to continue traveling.
Part 6: from Mangalia to Vama Veche
2nd of May 2004•12:14 hours
What am I doing here actually? Who or what is actually the tourist attraction here, or is it me who has become the tourist attractoion? That's what I thought then I woke up this morning. Could not I better have selected a more regular holiday destination, somewhere where I would not be the only one from the West? In the enormous crowd of Vama Veche you can can easily start feeling lonely. Everyone talks in Rumanian to each other of which I understand nothing, everybody knows each other and has fun with each other. This is how I felt yesterday for a moment when I came out of the crowd at the end of the afternoon to do a little nap. However, I did not need to be frightened for being lonely at all, became clear to me right after I stepped out of my bed. But instead of being lonely, I slowly got the feeling that everyone who is speaking to me in fact has other perposes for making contact to me.
As I come from my room and was standing in the garden, I was immediately directly by the sailormen folks with their partners who slept in the rooms next to mine and with whom I had met that morning. They were already pretty tipsy and they saw in me a new way of entertainment for the evening. We had a lof of fun by making jokes and I let them taste young Dutch gin. They invited me to go out with them so we went to a Salsa club on the beach. After some time I realise that I am quite hungry so I decide to go to the nearby restaurant. Because my Romanian money is almost finished I ask I if I can pay in Euro's. As soon as I get my order I am invited by two women and a man so eat together. The conversation changes fast into the topic of sex and one of the women wants to go to bed with me as soon as possible. If I make clear that I am not in for that, they invite me for making a trio with both women or even with the fisherman. The fisherman makes clear that he is also in for that. If the first woman sees that I have no interest, she leaves and goes upstairs. The other two persons precede to go dancing. While paying the bill I am ripped off by the waiter by using a wrong exchange rate for the Euro, so I start a discussion with the waiter, and the two help me out.
Once in the disco I annoy myself to the rockmuziek, so I decide to return to the salsadisco. There not only the music is nicer but also a complete crowd of sexy gay guys is dancing. As soon as I look at one of them while I am dancing, the complete gay crowd comes dancing around me and starts to scream and they toss on my hair. One of them asks if I am in for fucking. That goes too far for me, so I make clearly that I do not want that and leave them. Some moments later they stand close to me again and nevertheless resist to do the same, they all want to dance with me, some grip in my butt and my neck. I feel myself somewhere honoured but also overloaded. Isn't it possible for them to be more subtle? Then a girl comes to me and asks if I want to dance with her group, because a friend of her kind of likes me. I let it all happen and a few moments later I am dancing with that girl. The boys look disappointed at me but I try to ignore them because I am much too frightened that these boys are going too far with me. But as soon as I pay no attention they take my coat and leave with my jacket. Disappointed I leave the salsabar as well and dive into my bed. It's time to continue traveling.