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I was going to try to find a cheap taverna in Mikrolimano in Pireaus. Mikrolimano is a small harbor full of fishing boats, pleasure craft and surrounded by cafes and restaurants, mostly expensive ones. They make their money mostly on rich Greeks who can afford it and tourists who don't know what they are getting into. Some of these restaurants offer a bounty to taxi drivers for bringing tourists to them. If you are in Greece on a nice day in the off-season, preferably not a weekend, check out the north central coast of the Peloponessos on the Gulf of Corinth.
One village follows another and when they are empty of their summer and weekend inhabitants its not only an enjoyable drive but there are plenty of nice beaches, cheap fish tavernas and cafes along the way. If you make it as far as Diakofto take the tiny train that goes up the mountain through some of the most beautiful terrain in Greece which will remind you of the Appalachians with forest of pine and rivers and streams surging through the canyon that the tracks follow.
The weirdest thing were the floors of the American club. It had been Nazi headquarters during the Second World War and on one floor the tiles were German flags and on another they were interconnecting swastikas.
It was the kind of thing that us kids noticed right away but our parents who were fighting the cold war did not. Other than the US Embassy and the American Air Base this was the most visible symbol of the United States and here were all these swastikas with American soldiers and civilians walking on them daily and not even noticing them. RE M in Athens: REM played a free concert last night at the old marble Olympic Stadium. I am sure they didn't play for free. It was a part of MTV's week of music so they were probably footing the bill.
The show had special meaning for me. A friend of mine went on vacation to a Caribbean country. He stayed at a beautiful hotel resort on a white sandy beach where waiters came and took your order for colorful drinks served in coconuts and there were all sorts of activities to keep you occupied on the grounds which covered acres of property.
But one day he veered from the manicured garden paths and wandered in the forest and came upon a giant cyclone fence topped with barbed wire.
Obviously this was not meant to keep the guests in like a prison for Wall Street executives. It was to keep the islanders out. People who went to this island would fly in, take a cab or hotel shuttle to the resort and spend their holiday there, never realizing that outside the grounds there was a society that was not sharing in the benefits of tourism, in fact they were going hungry. Sometimes I feel like that cyclone fence. Brigitte Bakko and Screwdrivers: No holiday is complete unless you come home with one of these wondrous tools that will remind you of your vacation in Greece every time you use it.
Its perfect to have on the road too. Feeling jet-lagged and can't fall asleep? The 8 Screwdrivers in Onehas everything you need to take apart your hotel TV or air-conditioner or even your laptop and put it back together by morning. And with the handy flashlight you can even do it in the dark! Madonna never e-mailed me about going out for my birthday.
Probably it was blocked by my spam filter. You know how you get those e-mails about Paris Hilton's video that immediately go into junk mail. Probably Madonna had as her subject 'From Madonna' and that raised red flags and it got deleted. Unfortunate because we had this really nice little get-together in the basement of the Taverna Psiri that she would have enjoyed. There is one table available but everyone else is drinking freddos and frappes and they don't seem like my kind of people.
What is my kind of people? Ex-rock stars, travel writers, lovers of food, wine and conversation. The men all looked like they were doing business deals and the women all looked like they were complaining about the men.
I move on and check out four more places on Leoforos Vassiliou but they are all the same sort of upscale bistro-restaurant-cafe-bars. One guy in a suit is drinking a frozen margaritta and everyone else either has a glass of water or some kind of coffee drink. Its happy-hour but nobody looks happy.
I walk to the Agia Sophia square and turn right past the old guy cafeneon that I was so happy to find a week ago. Now I don't feel like an old guy, at least not as old as the guys in the cafeneon and if I sit down and order an ouzo and a small meze I will be sitting by myself in the corner looking at the backs of their grey heads.
I have this friend. He is a musician but he lost his day job. His marriage is on the rocks. His kids could care less about him as long as he gives them money. Same with his wife. He lives in a crowded neighborhood that is falling apart. His mother has cancer and his father has alzheimers. He has been diagnosed with high cholesterol and told he must lose 30 pounds. He needs to borrow 10, euros so his daughter can go back to college and the banks won't lend him the money.
Worst of all the woman he was madly in love with and had been having an affair with for thirty years just died and there is nobody he can share his pain with. He asked me to meet him for coffee the other day. I think something is wrong with me. I think I am clinically depressed. Rain and Economic Crisis: Well for those of you who don't know, there is a global economic crisis of epic proportions.
So how are they handling it in Greece? Same way they handle other major world events. Going out to tavernas, eating, drinking and talking about it. Here it is hard to give a shit. The sun is shining. People are swimming, going to tavernas, music is playing. I am suffering because I feel guilty for not suffering. Psy c hi k o kind of sucks. It reminds me of Xidera, Lesvos but in a sort of bad way. How can Psyhico, the firs high class suburb, home to ambassadors, ministers, embassies and millionaires remind me of Xidera, the most remote agricultural village on the island of Lesvos, which has not even had a policeman in years?
Which brings me to the point of this week's sermon. We are all blessed. If you have the money to travel you are blessed. It means you are paid well enough for what you do, to be able to spend a couple weeks in Greece. What you do has value in the society you live in. Call it luck, a blessing, good fortune, God's Will or whatever you want.
But it is something to be thankful for because you could have just as easily been born an Ali, an expert with horses in a land of automobiles. And Athens is full of men l ike A li. Kea and Apartment Problems: Today was the hottest and most humid day of the summer. Luckily for us we decided to go to Kea to get our winter clothes and some of the stuff we left behind.
The first thing I noticed was how quiet it is here. The loudest noise was the dekaoctades , the doves that repeat the number 18 over and over again deka-octo. The second thing I noticed is that living in Athens had made me slightly insane and Andrea more insane than she normally is.
The danger in moving to Greece is that people drop in on you unexpectedly. Years ago when Andrea had the house in Plaka all types of relatives and friends and friends of friends, passing through would drop by looking for a place to stay. When people travel they are always looking for a safe harbor. For me a safe harbor is a nice hotel with air-conditioning, wireless internet and an easy walk to the beach, restaurants, bars or whatever is around.
But for some people a safe harbor is something that is free, preferably belonging to a relative or at least someone you know. Andrea had her fill of relatives dropping in about twenty years ago with cousins and aunts who would plant themselves in her life and after seeing the sites of Athens and maybe an island or two, would fester on the couch, reading, sleeping and waiting for dinner.
Today was orientation day at the American Community Schools of Athens. For me it was a sort of homecoming. My father taught here and I and my brothers and sister, and Andrea and her sister all went here in the late sixties-early seventies. Even Andrea's mom was the school nurse or as she puts it "Director of Health Services". I was ready to not be impressed. I had been to the mall in Thessaloniki and it was just OK on the mall-o-meter. But The Mall in Athens will impress even the most expert mall aficionado.
You can get there by metro on the Pireais-Kifissia line but we drove and though it is not signposted on the highway we somehow found it after missing the turnoff and exploring Maroussi.
Parking is in the basement and then escalators take you to the first of five floors of not just clothing shops, but several electronic super-stores, a Carrefour supermarket, a multiplex theater and a food court on the top floor that included a Chinese fast food, KFC, a souvlaki shop, a pizza place, a half dozen coffee shops and an equal number of bistro type restaurants, an intenet cafe, an Italian restaurant, Ruby Tuesday's and a Hooters!
Moving to Psyhico and Prostitutes: The Greek government recently unveiled a plan to make prostitutes retire at 55 with the state providing social and medical benefits. That's great but what if you are a 56 year old guy attracted to women his own age?
And how can the Greek government decide when a prostitute is too old? Isn't it a matter of taste? What about an old grandfather whose wife passed away and he wants to have sex with someone who makes him feel as comfortable as she did? He does not want a hot African babe in a G-string.
He wants a grandmother in a flannel nightgown. We are not talking about a car rental agency or a ferry company where you have to protect the consumer by retiring machines that are falling apart. To some people the idea of a seventy year old hooker is a turn-on.
If there is mandatory retirement at 55 then poor Pappoo will have to go underground to have sex with someone his age. We will be creating a generation of senior citizen criminals. Finally the wind stopped and as anyone who has spent August in the Greek islands knows that means two things.
The sea will be calmer and the air will be hotter. Its pretty odd that the first 2 weeks of August would be Meltemi but I suppose it has to happen sooner or later. For me it does not matter.
There is a stomach virus going around and though I won't get onto the specific symptoms of the disease leave it to say I can't stray far from the house and my drinking and eating has been drastically curtailed, probably not a bad thing since the Albanian worker who fixed our roof told me I need to go on a diet. Its one thing when your wife says it but when the Albanian worker says it its time for a reality check.
Just sports, weather and entertainment. After being a part of the Olympics it just does not feel right to watch them on a little tiny screen. During the games every restaurant and cafe had a giant TV screen outside with hundreds of people watching. Its early yet but I don't sense the same kind of excitement. Doujan Zammit and Greek Tourism: In bars and clubs all over the world large men are hired as a deterrence to troublemakers. They may be intelligent and friendly but if so that is not why they were hired.
They are there because they are big and scary if need be. Its like hiring a gorilla who will react at the first sign of trouble but whose purpose is to be so intimidating that there will rarely be any trouble. But as anyone who has ever had a pet gorilla knows, when they get into the alcohol cabinet or medicine chest they tend to loose control and can actually go on rampages, destroying furniture, tearing up trees and eating the neighbor's dog. This is the problem with hiring them to keep order at a nightclub where drugs and alcohol are everywhere and not always kept from the gorillas.
Barbarians at the Gates: My least favorite day of the summer, maybe of the year. Its the day when thousands, maybe millions of Athenians hop in their cars and leave the city for the islands and villages, clogging up the roads, the ferries, the restaurants, hotels and beaches, little realizing that their arrival destroys the thing they came here for: I agree that I am lucky to be able to spend a year in "the most beautiful country there is", but I also feel it is my duty to try to keep it that way.
If someone, Athenian or from anywhere in the world, after reading my blog feels a twinge of guilt about the cigarette butts they left on the beach, or realizes that smoking in a non-smoking hotel room causes discomfort to the next guest, or that when he leaves a mess somebody has to clean it up, then I am doing my part.
When you pretend problems don't exist they tend to get worse. But I sure like writing about it. So unlike real travel writers who see their writing as their payment for a life that allows them to travel, I see my travel as the dues I have to pay which allows me to write.
And it ain't all bad. For every unpleasant place I have been there is an enjoyable one. And the thing about an unpleasant place be it a tourist infested resort town or some polluted agricultural-industrial backwater, is that all you need to do is find a nice cafeneon or restaurant, have an ouzo or two or a few glasses of wine, and make friends with the people at the next table or the guy who owns the place or your wife , and you are in paradise.
When you are surrounded by friends, good food and wine, it does not matter where you are, be it heaven or hell. The highspeed ferry from Sifnos to Serifos takes only about twenty minutes, barely enough time to park the car, go upstairs for a cup of coffee and then go back down to the garage to drive off the ship. Our purpose on Serifos is a simple one. We are going to meet Bobbis Bobolis, the unofficial minister of Serifos tourism who loves the island's beaches the way a mother hen loves her chicks.
We were sitting at Margarita's eating a grilled octopus and drinking ouzo when Dorian arrived off the Speedrunner on his motorcycle and joined our table like a black cloud. It was so boring. What am I doing here? I am losing money. I am spending money. That seemed to calm him for awhile but every time there was a lull in the conversation he started in again questioning the sanity of his being on Sifnos, in his insane way.
We walked across the bay to Argiris Taverna. I have to find a gas station. I don't understand where my hotel is". Andrea had taken him there three minutes earlier. And just like that Dorian was gone, off on his motorcycle and we were left in awe of the peaceful void his disappearance had created.
I suppose you could read my pages and conclude that I merely love Greece. I know the Greeks do. I get e-mails all the time telling me that my site makes them feel proud of their country but that's because I paint such a pretty picture.
If I was a Corvair salesman I am going to promote the sporty interior, comfortable bucket seats, and classic body lines, not the fact that it explodes on impact.
Lesvos to Sifnos almost: We left Xidera with a plan. Everything had to work perfectly for us to pull it off, or more likely the imperfections of the plan had to cooperate. We had tickets on the Nissos Chios from Mytilini to Pireaus which would get us in at 6: The first was a highspeed which left at 7am. Then the Ag Giorgos, a big old ferry was leaving at 7: Hopefully our ship would arrive early and the Giorgos would leave late and we would make it with moments to spare.
We almost made it. Life in Remote Island Villages: The fish men come every day, several a day, always with sardines, gavros anchovies , kolios mackerel and whatever else they happened to catch. The cafe owners never buy fish for their mezedes. People buy fish for the home meals. They gather around the truck and examine the fish asking questions about it, where it came from, when it was caught. The cats usually hang around the fish truck. Yesterday I saw one sitting patiently for half an hour while the villagers bought their fish, or discussed the merits of each fish.
When the fishmonger was through he tossed the cat a sardine and drove away. Skala Eressos vs Xidera: Skala Eressos has that feeling of paradise-at-the-end-of-the-world. Its about an hour and a half drive from Mytilini through some of the most barren wasteland you can imagine.
In the end you arrive in a lush green valley of farms and trees and hills with the main town of Eressos in the hills at the top of the valley and Skala Eressos on the beach at the bottom of the valley. Mecca for lesbians sexual for the last 20 years, it is home to some ex-Rajneeshians and other spiritually minded women and signs abound for massage, yoga classes and various therapies. But it is also a family destination as well as honeymooners and even a smattering of singles.
I asked Billy where we should have dinner. Its the only good place. If you eat anywhere else you will get sick. For every restaurant in the town to make you sick except one would have to be some kind of conspiracy. Its not possible, even in Greece. We drove to the restaurant and Andrea vetoed it right away. Big signs in English advertising mousaka and pastistio and fried squid, and tables in the hot square where it was still about 90 degrees with a handful of tourists drinking draft beer was not what either of us had in mind.
Maybe it was the best in Kalambaka but if so we would not eat in Kalambaka. Thessaloniki is the most important port in the Balkans. It used to be dominated by its Jewish community which came from Spain in The predominant language of the city used to be Spanish.
But the entire Jewish community was shipped off to the concentration camps where all but a few thousand were exterminated within hours of their arrival. Athenians think that Thessalonikians are provencial but I think it may be somewhat of an inferiority complex. Thessaloniki was a thriving city for centuries while Athens was a backwater and even today the locals seem more sophisticated and friendlier than their neighbors to the south.
The city does not feel provincial. It feels like a big modern European city, cleaner and more organized and more livable than Athens.
Sithonia used to belong to Mount Athos, the third penisula, inhabited by monks in monasteries and a state in and of itself just like the Vatican in Rome. Except the Greek government seized much of the land, and the state of Agio Oros as it is called, unlike other countries with armies had no way to resist.
So unlike many places in Greece where you find traditional villages in the midst of heavy tourist development, there are few villages in Sithonia. Its a beautiful pine covered peninsula with some really nice secluded beaches and a few long not so secluded ones.
From Thessaloniki to Lesvos: I am not sure because I don't know if the ferry stopped in Limnos because if it did I slept through it which is rare for me. Usually on the ferry I wake up when the engine stops just like I would if I was sleeping on a plane and the engine stopped, though with less a sense of danger and more of curiosity. When you have three months in Greece there is no urgency and that can be a curse as well as a luxury.
I went to bed last night in Kea thinking that right now I would be on the road to Karpenissi, in the foothills of Mount Tymfristos near the Sperhios River and beautiful Lake Kremasta. Yet here I am in my living room answering e-mail and updating my blog while Andrea goes through the mountains of old books in the house. Kea- Swimming, DSL problems etc: Its my 10th day here and I am not crazy yet.
Almost but not completely. I spent the last 5 hours on the phone trying to get my DSL working and hopefully I have not screwed up my computer entirely with all the changes I made just to find out that the problem was in the phone line.
The cool thing is that everyone speaks English and they don't keep you on hold nearly as long as they do when you call for assistance in the USA. Or India or wherever the help-desk is.
I forgot to mention that I am on the island of Kea and maybe one of 3 people in the village who have DSL. This is just my third day here in Athens and already so much has happened that if I write it all I will be in front of the computer all day. I feel like I spent the last 6 months in America doing nothing and all the things that should have happened in that time but didn't, just happened in the last 3 days.
I learned a lot of Greek by osmosis. All of us American kids did. We knew all the bad words of course. Malaka, Pousti, Gamoto, Gamisou. These just come naturally for some reason. But we could all say what we needed to say in order to do the few things that we did, take a bus, eat a souvlaki, order a coke or a beer, buy a ferry ticket, the same stuff that tourists do. We also knew enough Greek to play practical jokes on people who did not know any Greek. Like when Gary Mittleman came to visit us in and he wanted to learn how to say his name and we taught him to say he was a compulsive masturbator instead.
One night when I was hearing the kinds of horror stories that always come up at dinner conversation I defended the Greeks, as I often do. I saw in the paper today that they busted a cop for taking a bribe. All the cops take money. I am a long time Mets fan, ever since my father and grandfather converted me from the Yankees when they took me to a spanking-new Shea Stadium somewhere around during the NY World's Fair.
I went to a few games. I remember these tough Queens kids standing outside the stadium, where they had a view of the bullpen, razzing relief pitcher Larry Bearnarth, who was my cousin's neighbor in Huntington, LI, and being sort of shocked that anyone with the opportunity to be close to a baseball player would use that opportunity to insult him. To me they were gods. I have been in Carrboro, North Carolina for a quarter of a century and nothing is new, not even the new stuff.
But I have done this walk so many times that it makes me tired to even think about it. There are not that many places to walk to and to just walk in a big circle seems so tedious, like going nowhere and coming back to where you started from. But I have eaten in every restaurant I ever wanted to and the music in my town is geared for people 30 years younger than me.
I can feel myself getting old in Carrboro, North Carolina. Then before I know it, it is time to go to Greece. We close up the house, say goodbye to the cat and the guina pig and get on the dreaded, yet somehow never as bad as I expect, flight to Athens.
Suddenly I am walking 15 kilometers a day, easily. Its snowing in Athens and all over Greece and it is snowing in my computer in North Carolina. Today half the e-mails I have received are photos of snow in Athens and I am going crazy because it is 61 degrees, sunny and humid as usual here. I got an e-mail from Athina at Fantasy Travel that said " SOS-Please put on the site that it is snowing in Greece and we have 60cm of snow and probably nobody will be able to get to the office for at least a couple days ".
My friend Erin in Santorini says its even snowing there and people are freaking out and driving to see the snow on the caldera. All My Friends from Greece Video: My friend Stella said it best. He took the song and whatever footage he had leftover from his last trip there and put it together and the general consensus is that it sells Greece better than anything anyone has seen.
And what is the difference between this video which cost nothing to make and a million dollar high production travel video? Not actors pretending to have fun but people actually having fun. Christmas and New Years in Greece: Athens was decked out in its Christmas finest. Lights and decorations were everywhere. Syntagma Square was packed with grown-ups and children. There was a big colorful merry-go-round, people selling balloons, degenerate looking Santa clauses with miniature ponies that children could sit on for long enough to take a photo for a few euros, clowns, jugglers, mimes and Africans selling designer handbag knock-offs and CDs.
Ermou street, the main pedestrian shopping street was packed too though few stores were open on Christmas day. Most people in my situation would probably have killed themselves at this point. But I saw the silver lining in this disaster. All those projects that I had planned to do and had been collecting material for, I didn't have to do them anymore. All the e-mails from people who wanted to do business with me or exchange links or be included on my site that I had put aside to answer when I had time, no longer needed to be answered.
All my financial records were gone. It was a liberating feeling in a way like doing spring-cleaning by burning down your house. The Britannic was the sister ship of the Titanic, built two years later and supposedly more unsinkable than the Titanic.
We know what happened with the first unsinkable ship. It hit an iceberg and sank in about 3 hours. The new improved unsinkable ship hit a mine just off the island of Kea and sank in 55 minutes, a new world record for unsinkable ships. Luckily it was just being used as a hospital ship and it was on its way to pick up the wounded British soldiers from Gallipoli so only a couple dozen people died, ground into mincemeat by the propellers when the lifeboats were sucked in as the Captain made a beeline for Kea in a vain attempt to ground the rapidly sinking ship.
I have had a few stressful issues, some personal, some about the war and politics, and I was complaining about being in America to a friend of mine who lives in Greece, an American who actually only lived in the states when he went there for University.
I thought his reply was worth putting on the site. It will give you an idea of what the last elections in Greece were about, who won and what is wrong with the world that surrounds Greece. Kind of makes me want to move back there. I was planning to write about how much fun I had during my last few days in Athens, despite the heat, but by now you probably have heard that half the forests in Greece are burning or burnt and many people have died in their villages which have been destroyed.
It is a national catastrophe. People are convinced it is arson, caused by greedy developers or angry anarchists who want to destroy Greece. There is probably a little of each.
But in a country that has been parched by the summer heat with a population where it seems like everyone smokes and most people don't pay much attention to where they flick their butts, especially when they are driving, it is amazing that the forests have lasted this long.
If Greece has to choose between forests and cigarettes I wonder which they will choose. I think I kind of know the answer. In the meantime for those ready to cancel your trips I think it is OK to go. And maybe in a week or so rent a car and visit Evia and the Western Peloponessos near Zacharo and Neohori and see the devastation that can be caused by carelessness, greed, ignorance, or hatred. And realize that what happened this summer in Greece maybe a taste of what is in store for many of us as the summers get hotter and dryer.
And if you have any ideas on how to replant thousands of miles of forests and how to keep this from ever happening again, I would love to hear it. And if you are Greek and reading this why not take one last drag on that cigarette, stub it out and quit forever.
If you love your country it is the least you can do. Some of the rumors coming out of Greece are pretty amazing. Roads into Athens closed.
Santorini out of water. The whole country in flames. And fueled by the rumors American tourists are still asking me should they cancel their holiday? If you want to sit at home feeling like an idiot. More on this later. The third heatwave of the summer, though thankfully a short one, expected to last only a couple days. But its not so bad. I was out much of yesterday walking around and it was cool in the shade.
Sitting in an outdoor cafe or restaurant was not that pleasant but going from the air-conditioned hotel to air-conditioned restaurant or the air-conditioned office of Fantasy Travel was not much different from living in North Carolina. In fact it did not seem as hot as NC seems in the summer. Del works for the demos of Kea town hall as their odd-job guy though mostly he defines himself as a skoupitzis trashcollector.
But if you walk around the village you will find many places that Del has created. He has uncovered ancient fountains and springs around the village and made little parks and sitting areas and small gardens and keeps the village streets whitewashed and the plants watered.
I talked to the mayor and told him we need to make a statue of Dellapizza and put it in the platia. The world's greatest skoupitzis "The best thing about Del is you just send him out and let him do whatever he wants. Dellapizza is one of the reasons Kea is so special. From Athens to Kea: It reminds me of a story about George from Fantasy who went to the same restaurant every day for 20 years right next to his office. He would go into the kitchen and see what looked good and order it.
One day he was in the kitchen and saw the chef reach into a pot of something with his finger and taste it. As unlikely as it may sounds sexually alluring women play a role, albeit small, in attracting of investors and business men. Through their unique skill-set, they offer their services to their clients at a premium fee. This fee is justifiable by the risks involved in working in such a stigmatized industry. The clients meet with the talented, sexually alluring women in secretive, clean and well-kept environments.
This signals higher quality and lowers the risk of an infection substantially. Such no-strings attached transactions are arguably harmless to the career and marriage of the clients. As the foreign investors and businessmen head back to their respective countries they may spread the word about the quality services offered to them and this may be an added incentive for potential investors to visit the country.
This would greatly help in making the City a leading financial hub. A client is very likely to pay for a healthy sexual vixen than one carrying an S.
This is due to the fact that no one would like to contract HIV or gonorrhea. With the public health on the rise, the government is able to forego expenses that would be used in treating such diseases. The money saved could then be used These neck- breaking well trained ladies offer short term companionship services that may include romance and sexual expeditions. They have learned to study the needs of their clients and are willing to do exactly what is required of them to please and satisfy those clients.
The sexual appeal displayed in their fault-free bodies is inconspicuous. Calling them prostitutes would be simply ungracious considering their centrefold dazzling glare. They have pretty looks that scream sex all over, but they are highly respectful and friendly.
The term escorts basically refers to a companionship service provided by either a male or female although commonly associated with the latter rather than the former. These companionship services are usually offered on an hourly basis or over a short period or days depending on the agreement made. They range from in-house comfort where the companion ensures you are having a wonderful time in the comfort of your room or apartment.
Other things may include the escort accompanying you to lunch and dinner outings or even corporate meeting functions. Like many other businesses today, this London escorts are paid prior to starting. The modern domain involves use of known London escorts agencies that review and provide the most adoring women to suite everyone.
How and when it started Companionship prostitution, as it was known then, can be dated back in the early s. Young fine looking gorgeous women from poor backgrounds lobbied the streets of London to solicit money while providing sexual satisfaction to their clients.
Back then it was considered a criminal offense and subject to imposed fines and even jail terms. There was increasing number of minors involved in this activity around the entire country. Police conducted crackdowns in an aid to arrest and discourage this activity, but it only multiplied.
Landlords offered small rooms to be rented by the young women who discretely sneak men in basically for paid sex. In the s the government imposed a law to convict anyone found hosting or promoting the act of prostitution leading to several arrests. This however did not stop them. The s saw a rise in the number of apartments build in the capital.
These apartments hosted two or three women who used pimp boys and bell boys to attract clients. Men who sort attractive-looking goddesses for short-term experiences flooded these secret rooms where this business was rapidly growing. The women were however badly exploited in terms of high wages by the third party pimp boys since the activity was still illegal. The modern London escorts however enjoy much freedom from uplifted laws and no longer need third parties. The creation of trustworthy London escorts agencies that source and recruit dazzling sexually alluring females from both eastern and western Europe on valid contracts have since solved that issue.
In the years to come, police would encounter a very appalling task as they were required to prove soliciting. A woman standing in the corners of the streets did not necessarily amount to inappropriate behaviour. As the social dimension changed, women were given more liberty to walk around, although arrests were still a common feature. Introduction of finger printing the offenders did not help much as the city population increased and more companionship services appeared.
The pimps were cut off business and the government allowed not more than three women to stay together and operate companionship schemes. In the early years, most London sexual workers were ridiculed and convicted by law. They were mostly women, but the campaigns of feminists in mid 20th century revoked some bad rules. The laws were amended, which saw the term public area become common.
Grounds were established to identify what amounted to soliciting and disturbance on public areas that would leas to arrest. Current Status Since then, there has been rapid progression in the industry of companionship services offered by irresistible charming fine ladies who have trained and maintained their bodies.
The number of agencies that provide these services is on the rise too. This makes it convenient for clients as they can choose from a wide variety and get value for their money. As much as there are many London escorts agencies it is possible for an agency to stand out from the rest and get more clients. Most people ask what it takes to be the best London escorts agency.
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Some people will even specify the physical appearance of their escorts they prefer in details so you must be able to deliver in order to be ranked among the best. Maintenance of a high level of confidentiality Most of the best London escorts agencies are known to be very confidential when dealing with their clients. You must be able to maintain a great level of confidentiality for all your clients whether they are of high ranking in the society or not. They will be loyal to your company if they are assured that you will not let anyone know that they seek escort services from you.
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