1 Dec 2011

The wildlife (or is it night life?) in Madrid

From the outset, I warn any reader that this blog is not for the faint hearted. Reason being is that it deals with a certain portion of people in the host country we live in, namely the “ladies of the night”.
Now, to explain, in my home country there are such ladies (and men) but it is done quietly, only in certain areas, and as a regular Joe Soap (such as, for example, one innocent South African “meisie”) one would never normally see such persons or events. As such, and based on what we have seen thus far, I am compelled to inform you of our recent discoveries regarding these ladies.
In my host country, the situation is very, very different to my home country. I always thought that a country known to be so religious would be more conservative. Not so. Apparently being conservative in your religion has got nothing to do with what these ladies do. Right.
Our first exposure to these ladies was from the safety of our car. We were visiting friends on the coast of Spain, when we saw extremely scantily clad woman hanging around at roundabouts. We were quite astonished, since clearly, the sun had set, so pray do tell why are woman hanging around on the roundabouts wearing less than bikinis? These ladies are called “gloriettas”, and work to service tourist and locals. Now I am not one to judge, but really, being flashed by a woman, as a woman, is not something I really want to experience. As such, after this jaw dropping experience, we were not as astounded by more recent events as we would have been a couple of months ago.
Over the weekend, we, with the same South African friends who also live in Spain, went meandering around Madrid checking out the Christmas lights. We ended up having a late night coffee on a very busy road in Madrid, when we realised we were apparently on one of the roads where these ladies work.
Now of course, and as I previously pointed out, the Engelas are extremely nosey and curious, and as such, our entire group proceeded to watch these working ladies and the behaviour. All we needed were some popcorn, but admittedly, a pair of binoculars would have been wonderful as well.
Here is what I can summarise from our scrutiny:
1.    Most of these ladies appear to be from other European countries: they are however quite adapt to swearing at prospective clients (and their female partners) who refuse their services, in Spanish. I wonder of this leads to more work?

2.    They are able to stalk on killer high heels. These heels may however also be used as weapons, possibly when services are refused.

3.    If you look quickly, they may appear to be wearing large belts. Upon closer inspection, the belt is a skirt.

4.    One gentleman quite literally ran away (in circles, since when one is stalked the hunter tends to be able to accurately guess the preys next move) from one of these ladies who was stalking him. The South Africans were rolling around on the floor laughing at his acrobatic moves. And yes, Spanish men can blush. And yes, we received some glares and swear words, which we did not understand, so we continued watching.

5.    One event which had us all in stiches was that (and this is a true story) a Spanish mother requested the services of one of these ladies for her son (who was accompanying her) who looked to be quite young. This is an interesting take on motherhood in my opinion. Our friends, when returning home, saw this same mother and her son on the train – he was looking far more uncomfortable than prior to the meeting with said lady, and was scratching in places where no man should scratch continuously. Me thinks a very embarrassing visit to the doctor is on this young man’s horizon.

6.    Be careful not to try to determine if any lady is such a lady of the night, purely based on their clothing, you can be seriously mistaken; some local girls and woman wear clothes like that just to go out. Yes, their mothers allow them to leave their homes looking like that.
Today, I was in the city centre, with a guest from South Africa, when I noticed that the ladies of the night, also work in the day. Somehow these ladies seem as intimidating and scary in the day, as at night, if not more so ... something about black leather thigh high boots in the sun seems to scare me.
So, my conclusion is that the wildlife in Madrid is similar to the wildlife in South Africa, they move around day and night, they stalk their prey, they are seriously scary looking, it is safer to do a game drive from the safety of your car and if you don’t run away quickly, you will get bitten in places you do not want to be bitten in.

3 comments:

  1. The more I think about it, the better this idea of alternate occupation for you sounds. Just think of the benefits:
    a) You never need to worry about what you are going to wear for work. You can have about 10 "belts" - one to wear as a shirt, the other as a boob tube. If you have different colours, you can mix and match and create about 25 different "looks".
    b) If you make these from tubular t-shirt material (like the buffs they hand out in Survivor), you can pack your whole wardrobe in a breadbin and still have room for your toiletteries.
    c) you NEVER have to iron your clothes again (very good when youn don't have access to a sophie or agness)
    d) You don't have to take leave from work when we come and visit. You spend time with us in the morning, go to school in the afternoon (yes, you can even keep that job if you want), and ply your trade in the streets at night when we sleep!
    e) if you also have all those bleeding hearts there, you get free medical. So when Hein gets a cold again, you just go and mimic his symptoms, and hopefully score something better than a disprin.
    and
    f) if prostitution is not legalises there, your income is tax fee!

    (there are lots of other benefits as well, but I don't want to make the choice too easy for you!).

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  2. Hehehehe food for thought, I think hubbie might complain if I start "another" new venture, and to be honest, those heels would kill me lol... also, I need a belt the size of a ship...

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  3. That was so funny.
    It is almost beter in writing than it was in seeing it with my own two eyes!
    What a country hey, so many conflicting things all over the place!
    Great story love!
    Nope, you should rather stay at home than ply this trade!

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