OTHER than by the boys and guys I met and bedded, how do you think I remember the places I’ve been to?
And I mean, especially the new places I’ve visited?
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This winter, from Dec. 1 to Feb. 28, I had a field trip in Europe.
December was spent in the UK, all in England, from the north (like Newcastle) to the south (like Southampton).
I figured that requirements and restrictions in Northern Ireland, Wales, and Scotland were not worth it.
If I am to submit to more COVID tests, I’d rather use them for travel to continental Europe.
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I had quickies in the south, I will not lie about those.
But my most fun was with Northern lads, my Northern mates.
I have already documented some of these in my previous columns.
Remember Harry, like the Prince?
Newcastle was such a fertile fishing (hunting?) ground for me.
I will definitely visit it again.
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In Sweden, I was in Stockholm, Vasteras, Kiruna, and Abisko.
I had a regular fling in Stockholm, if you call three encounters regular.
Just outside of Stockholm, I travelled by train to Jarfalla for a really nice Swede.
I scored okay in Vasteras, and Kiruna.
I mean, they were pretty satisfying especially in the dead of winter.
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And then, there was Prague.
To keep this simple, I kissed so many Czechs.
But I will always tell the story simply by saying, “I had a pornstar in Prague.”
And yeah, it is the Bel-Ami type of twink.
You may have to read my erotic poetry for the fuller story. Haha.
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I’ve been to Prague before, and I’ve always been popular with older men on Grindr.
And I have no problem with older men.
I married someone 22 years my senior, remember?
But someone posed a challenge for me to get a younger man.
So I said, no Grindr for this one.
Let me see what my money can buy.
I mean, can it buy a hotel room? A couple of drinks? Room service?
You get the drift.
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I went to museums in Warsaw.
It was mostly rainy in the four days that I was there.
To be fair, I had two Polish off Grindr.
They were all hookups before noon.
Then, I had a private city tour guide. (Now, that’s a clue!)
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I remember Warsaw for the churches.
I was there around my mother’s birthday so I visited at least ten churches (most likely eleven) in two days.
I even visited the Church of the Holy Cross where Chopin’s heart is supposed to be kept.
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Then, I was off to Bucharest because I always felt Romania is a romantic name for a country.
In Romania, near the Old Town square, I saw the Capitoline Wolf statue: that wolf feeding the twins Remus and Romulus.
Not far from it, I met Viktor and Kristi, and we did the Eiffel Tower in their cramped apartment.
Oh, this is great stuff told in my erotic poetry version of things.
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I got so many train quickie stories on this trip.
Using my Eurail Global Pass, I was in 13 places of six countries (Sweden, Czechia, Poland, Romania, Bulgaria, Germany).
That’s a total of 9,105 kilometers, with an accumulated travel time of 140.5 hours.
But the most memorable of these was Nicky, the Bulgarian from Pleven to Sofia.
It’s a two hour 45 minute train ride.
Imagine what two men can do in a private compartment in 30 minutes. Haha!
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Sofia is the capital of Bulgaria.
Would Nicholas on the train check off Bulgaria?
Or do I need a Borislav in Sofia?
I love to cover my bases, so why not, eh?
I had so much fun in Sofia because my roommates at the hostel were very cool people.
But for hot times, I go for the locals.
Let’s just say that right now.
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I was pretty exhausted when I got back to Prague.
In my heart of hearts, I really wanted to hookup with my pornstar again.
I postponed contacting him until it was two days before I left for Germany.
On my last week in Prague, I went to out of town trips like Kutna Hora, and Terezin.
When I finally decided to meet up with Mr. Pornstar, I could no longer reach him.
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It hurts a little that I didn’t get my way with him before I left Prague for the last time.
(At least for now! I vow to return.)
But the big picture prevents me from regret.
There are no big regrets in my life.
What I had with my pornstar boy was special.
There is a bigger truth I cannot, and will not, tell you right now about our night at Hotel U Martina.
You may have to read my next autobiography for the big reveal. Haha!
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In Germany, I visited and stayed with my aunt.
There wasn’t much activity there because we were in Butzbach, or even the countryside of Maibach.
You can Google it, but that’s outside Frankfurt.
Frankfurt was were I met Aryan (Adrian?).
He’s a cute meat shop guy I flirted with as my aunt and her friend went off to buy stuff for bulalo and linaga.
My aunt and her friend encouraged me to get his number.
And just to show them, I did!
I still talk to Aryan via WhatsApp.
He’s not into a relationship with me, but he wouldn’t mind a mindless fling.
What a boy!
But I don’t think it’s worth another flight to Frankfurt./PN
