“What do they mean by other stuff?” “I don’t know, but we could spend a night for a change. The price is slightly higher than the hotel rate.” So the next day we got on the bus. It stopped at several hotels. As we rode I felt something strange was in the atmosphere. There were some ten people in the bus, and all men, no couples. I mentioned it to Dave but he didn’t take much notice.
While we were on the road I made acquaintance with a guy from Canada, named Kevin. When we got off I looked around. The place wasn’t of much interest to me. There were huts all over. People were dressed in old rags. “So what’s so good about this place,” I asked Kevin. “Don’t you know?” “Nope.” “You mean you came here not knowing what the whole thing’s about?”
“No, what is it about?” “The women.” “What do you mean?” “They’re all yours.” “I don’t get it.” “We come here and fuck them” “You’re kidding.” “No, serious.” “You mean I can get a girl I like and fuck her?” “Sure.”
I and Dave were overwhelmed. When we went to our huts I saw many women. Their breasts were open. When we passed one Kevin reached out and touched her breasts. She just smiled back.
After I unpacked I walked around the village looking around. The tourist huts were marked with little flags. All the other ones were native huts. As I went deeper into the village I saw a small pool. Beside it was a woman, girl her dress beside it. I came closer... Læs hele novellen
