Day 7; Get your hands off of your girlfriend!

In a country where kissing on the streets isn't exactly prohibited, but definetely a big social taboo, young adults in Korea usually stay in their elderly house until they get married. Obviously, hormones tend to start to run through their bodies at a way earlier age, while privacy is nowhere to be found. Luckily, a solution is offered through the cities' countless amount of hotels and motels; and if you're a young couple in desperate 'need', you won't have a hard time finding an all-providing 'Love-Motel'. Contrary to what you might expect, these motels aren't some dark, dirty holes, where you're welcomed by a grumpy 40-year old unwashed receptionist watching porn 24/7. No, these places welcome you with a clean, neat and luxurious reception, occupied by a dito receptionist. "Are you staying for the night?" "Hmmno.." "So you're just here for some 'rest', then?"

You'll receive your room key, along with a small box containing single-use toothbrushes, and off you are to your (again clean, neat and luxurious) all-providing entertainment room. And I do mean all-providing; for while so far, by the looks of it, you could've still been convinced this was just a regular hotel, when you actually enter the room it's pretty obvious what this place is actually for. No, I'm not talking free leather masks, whips and chains on the wall, we are still in Korea, but I am talking about lotion, lubricant and condoms being provided by your bedside. A big (BIG) widescreen tv, your own computer, an advanced HiFi set and, most important, a huge airconditioning system compliment the room and make sure that, even if your company wouldn't be as interesting as you'd hoped, you still won't be bored easily. After a hot bath or shower, a wide range of cosmetic products awaits you in the bathroom, to make sure that you can go back to work, school, or whatever it was you were doing, looking like nothing ever happened.

Seriously, I wonder how these kids manage.















*edit* I stand corrected. Not all these motels are clean, neat and luxurious. By far. I guess we were just lucky on the first try. An unwashed, grumpy, 40-year old soapstaring receptionist welcomed us into a small, dirty room with stained sheets, broken walls and a used condom in the trash can. We got out of there as fast as we could, which made it my most expensive bathroom visit ever.