The four of us decided on lunch at a nearby German restaurant with swimming pool. Within minutes, a flock of young Filipino girls invaded the restaurant; they plunged into the pool and began splashing about in peek-a-boo bikinis.
The performance was admirable. Demure smiles and poses for cameras in-between makeup touch-ups using tiny hand mirrors. To my fellow female travelers, I hereby declare the following: In case this type of emergency ever happens to you, you have to dial a sense of humor.
Indeed, I thought, spying plenty of podgy looking, sun- scorched lobsters with seemingly healthy retirement funds. On that day, nobody was eating his or her schnitzels and potato salad. Nobody, except Lisa and me. For that price, they can buy pretty much anything they want. At any age. Their bodies are on automatic pilot. They smile on cue and know exactly what to do.
My friend Lisa told me that over 60 percent of girls in the Philippines become prostitutes. Admittedly, I was beginning to develop a strange fascination with the seediness of this place. I wanted to know more.
That night we visited a number of girly bars and clubs. Lisa introduced me to a friend, a mother of 3. Hunter girls, she explained are girls who work independently, actively seeking out men for money.
