None of those.
I rather stay in europe.
Not only because of ecological concerns I don't fly half around the world for vacation.
I also don't like to compensate the expensive flight by being in a dumping price country simulating interest in foreign cultures which I'm not really am.
Also I do not enjoy the feeling of being the old rich white cash-bull beguiled by poor people. Actually it makes me feel uncomfortable.
(I never been a sex-tourist, nor intended to buy me a women, so cannot help you there
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- but I knew people who catched a wife from overseas. Can become ...very interesting when her parents visit
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I rather spend the money I save for long travel distances for...the rest.
Also long travel distances come off your recreation-value, by the stress comes with long-range travels, especially when jetlags are involved.
Except you go for at least four weeks, which most people of course don't.
This is not ment for who really is interested in foreign cultures, not staying in tourist's comfort zones, only, but actually live among inhabitants, and share their real life at least partially by geniune interest, and respect.
But, come on, cross your heart:
Almost none of the europeans, or north-americans are even remotely interested in this.
Mostly boozing and feeding at the pool by the beach in some nicely climatized, western-style hotel, with western-style food ("Damnd is this hot!!" No, it's not. Actually it's quite stale, adapted to western taste. Taste some real authentic spiced food, and your head will fly off. No matter what tough hot-spicy-enthusiast you think you are
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Leaving the resort for one or two one-day-trips.
Check off the most famous tourist attractions on an island-hopping fotoshooting. Where for each already exists 1B pictures on the internet of the exact same view in the exact same poor unprofessional quality. At which never ever any-one will take even the slightest peek again. Not even yourself. But being a good reason for a NAS. Except for the ones being used for What's-App-status.
Watch a pathetic show of colorful dressed children, or half-naked women performing half-bored their native dance.
Buying some useless 'authentic' dust-collectors made in China for the poor bastards at home who must not dare to dump the rubbish right-away.
Have some cheap bus-travel-agency's arranged 'original authentic national dish' in some 'real authentic' tourist-trap with an authentic large bus parking lot. Make pictures of it, because to look at it is more comfortable than to taste it. While dreaming of the Boeuf bourguignon you will have that evening (again, exceptionally) in the hotel's restaurant.
Have forgotten anything the very moment you hit the chair in the climatized coach.
Was this a temple, or a palace? Built when, by who, for whom? Doesn't matter. Don't care. Only remember the guide enumerated many very impressive large numbers, not able to recall a single one correctly.
Have a Heineken. Not because you like it. Nobody likes Heineken. Since there is no beer anymore this world wide victory of capitalism is the only icecold not-water, and not-Coca-Cola drink available.
After leaving the national reserve parc, the last two 'sacred' acres (officially it's three acres, but one is used for the parking lot, the visitor's center, and the gift shop) for the pitiful last three kinds of the quasi already extinct 'strongly protected' nation's heraldic species, you stare tired, bored, and impassively out of the window on destroyed nature, and dirty, damaged streets. Praying for the bus-driver with his kamikaze-driving style will stay on the pothole infested strip they call a road, not falling from some cliff, or crash into a petrol-tanker.
Passing by almost-wrecked industrial zones, garbage hills, and starving people living in slums. Make youself believe this is the romantic foreign colorful culture we don't get. Maybe watch some military while securing the freedom.
But mostly just looking forward to your all-you-can-eat-buffet, and the long chair at the nice, clean beach.
Which some never seen people getting a pittance but never a tip (like the room-maid) for cleaning it every dawn from all the plastic garbage the cruise liners dump into the ocean.
For me it doesn't really matter where you go, to have that.
You can get this also in Greece, Turkey, Egypt, Tunisisa... - but without a jetlag.
Enjoy your vacancy
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