There’s nothing like…

… Seeing a chartered bus full of middle-aged British males pressing on toward Kyiv from the border. Especially when said middle-aged British males start leering at you at a gas station. Leering and muttering, none too quietly either, because anyone who has stepped out of a car with Kyiv plates will obviously not speak any English.

“Maybe they’re just going for the cheap beer and the sightseeing,” I told my livid mother.

Right, mate.

I still want to live in Britain. I love Britain. Which makes the entire situation even sadder.

4 thoughts on “There’s nothing like…”

Dear natalia… ggrrrr I would have said something. You did, didn’t you…?? Tell us what you said!
(PS what’s with the wordpress defaulting to the avatars on the recent comments?)

WordPress is being weird again… I actually didn’t say anything, I was with my family, little brother included, and I figured it would just upset them. In fact, I didn’t mention anything to my parents, I just noted the fact that they looked like sex-tourists to me.

What a crappy episode! I think if I was alone, or with friends, I would have gotten smart with them… Definitely. In fact, I wish you would have been there. We would have made quite a team. 🙂

I predicted that the yobs would flood into Ua. once they started flooding into the Baltics, and after Yushchenko dropped the visa requirement.

I can’t blame you for your reaction. I’m an American WASP, and I wonder where the hell the Brits-with-class (Cary Grant, David Niven, Noel Coward, James Bond of fictional fame) of my trans-Atlantic cousins went to. If Ted Dalrymple’s books are any guide, even the toffs are now “doin’ the Lambeth Walk, oiy!” Only its modern forms are getting drunk and puking in public, starting fights, talking crap about women to their faces, sex slave tours, etc.

But before there were the Brits in Ua., there were the Turks, Italians, Greeks, Israelis, Spanish etc. Many of these sex tourists are old, but many are young. Comparing the two groups, I’d say that while Northern Europeans and Americans go to E. Europe for sex because they met a “Natasha” in a sex slave brothel in the UK, Germany, Czech Republic, etc., many Mediterranean guys PUT THE GIRLS IN THE BROTHELS IN THE FIRST PLACE. And this is what really bites my balls: both fair-complected and Mediterranean guys go east for sex, but only the fair-complected, or the most obnoxious dark-complected ones, get criticized. But the most pernicious foreign sex visitors are the young Med studs working as wranglers for the mafia: they’re the ones who resemble E. European womens’ soap opera hunk fantasies, and who make so many of the fake marriage and job offers, and probably outright kidnappings, which land women in the brothels. I wouldn’t be surprised if leaving the nightclub with the wrong guy can have the same irrevocable result; I’ve read of Slavic traffickers doing this with local women.

It infuriates me that although I sincerely want to give and receive love in a lasting and caring relationship with a good woman regardless of her nationality, Ukrainki I don’t even know have compared me with the slave trade, even though so many women there wax fucking rhapsodic about Italians! Because they can deceive so much more smoothly? And the terms ‘mafia’ and ‘cosa nostra’? Should I believe these are English and American terms?! I asked a Ua. guy what I thought was a loaded question, and asked him in 2006 what Ua. women thought of Turkish men. I think of Turkey as the biggest destination for Ua. sex slaves, the nation of Trebizond, the city with the outdoor slave market, the country where men stand in line outside of government -owned and -run slave brothels, but this guy said, “Oh they love Turkish men! They make great husbands!” ??!! Good husbands, maybe, whenever they aren’t slinking off to rape some teenager kidnapped on her way to school in Moldova? Oh wait, I forgot, like most Med guys they have dark hair, olive skin, and they spout braggadocio about their manhood incessantly, even though the Israelis are the only ones worth a shit on the battlefield, at least in the last 2000 years. Character, goodness, a sense of humanity and compassion, generosity, unpretentious strength for oneself and for loved ones, romantic selflessness and fidelity….who needs that shit to be a Real Man?