Snapshots are mini town/city guides for smaller places or cities I have only experienced briefly. Here’s a little snapshot of Luxembourg.

 

What are one’s first impressions of Luxembourg?

The place looks like it came straight of out a fairy tale book. With it’s ye auld Saxon-like architecture, Dutch-like canals and cliffs blending with the cityscape, this walkable little city is a great place to spend a couple of days. It’s more of a romantic getaway than a bachelor’s paradise, but fun can still be had on weekends.

What are the women like?

With a population of just over half a million, 44.5 % are of foreign nationality, with 90% of those from within the EU—so it’s not quite the mixed bag as the figures suggest. The majority of these originally come from Portugal, Italy and the two neighboring countries, France and Belgium. A more detailed breakdown can be found below. Local Luxembourgers are supposedly of Germanic descent, although the majority are brunettes and seem more French/Belgian looking. I didn’t find the average girl on the street very beautiful. Attitudes are similar to those found in Benelux countries, albeit somewhat more conservative. Girls don’t dress particular feminine and small town syndrome is a problem. That said, like elsewhere in Western Europe, hooking up isn’t particular difficult.

Where should I go at night-time?

This question, and many others, is best answered by an expat than myself, considering I just pipelined/dated in Luxembourg as opposing to cold pick-up. It was mid-week in snowy winter, after all. That said, I’ve made my inputs below.

Interview with a Luxembourg girl

Anastasia is a young Eastern European hottie, living and working in the city.

Firstly, from your experience, what are best bars/clubs for single people in the city?

I’m not into clubs, but for bars, I’d recommend Rue du Marché aux Herbes. It’s very central street and normally “gold” Lux and International youth goes out there, drinking out of the bars in the street, standing and chatting. Very popular in the summer time. Often-visited bars there are Urban Bar, Palais House, GoTen Bar, Apoteca Club (one my favourites).

[Zolo: I've been to Urban. It was moderately busy midweek with hipster chicks. Not a bad option.]

What your favourite bar(s) for a date spot?

Scott’s Bar, Secret Garden Bar/Club, Gloss Bar, Coco-Mango Bar in Sofitel Hotel, Konrad Café.

[Zolo: I visited Scott's. It's so-so, but its location by the canal is pretty cool.]

How would describe your typical Luxembourg city girl?

Good looking, but a little clumsy. She normally smokes, in the black leather trousers and is quite tall.

How would you describe the dating scene there in general?

Extremely bad. It’s too small. Everybody knows everybody. It seems Luxembourg is great for business, but not for dating. Except for cute Irish guys who come to visit!

[Zolo: Yes...I tapped that.]

Bottom Line

Well worth a weekend. But go in summer.

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WARNING: Boast Post.

“What’s your number?” my buddy Brian asked after downing his pint. As is tradition amongst our crew, we had assembled in the local pub for some pre-voyage farewell drinks.

My flight left in a few hours.

“Well, what’s your number for the trip? Two, three?”

He was of course referencing the number of sexual liaisons I expected for my first trip of 2013. (Most guy have a certain figure in mind when it comes to sex when travelling.)

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I’m going for a month and we’re mostly in Muzzyland, so to be honest, I’d be happy with one new flag.”

I wasn’t lying. When you’ve reached triple figures, counting gets old. That said, new flags still excite me. Some of may be surprised to read this, but I set my sights relatively low when it comes to sexing up the ladies when travelling. I’m always mentally preparing for a a poor outcome – or not getting laid at all, for that matter. That way, when expectations are exceeded, I still get a buzz. When you aim super high, like shooting for double digits a month, you’re putting too much pressure on yourself and risk disappointment. Relax, I say. What comes, cums. As a result of this mentality, for the last three years I keep surprising myself with results. I keep expecting the pussy parade to end, but it just keeps on coming. Still, I’m not greedy. Simply one would do.

“You’ll do better than that,” asserted my friend. “Sure you’ll probably get a new flag your first day in Luxembourg.”

I’ve always admired Brian’s confidence in my ability. The guy has more faith in me than I do! Despite the difficulty territory covered in our last trip featuring the Caucasus, the correctly predicted I’d garner four new notches, even when I thought is he was crazy at the time.

Well it turns out he was right again.

The first adventure of 2013 has begun with a whirlwind 24 hours.

Yesterday, just after arranging two dates back-to-back via pipelining, some fucker stole my phone. Foolishly, I left it charging and took a trip to the bathroom. Through 20 countries in Africa I’ve never been robbed once, but my first day in the world’s third richest country some cunt steals my Galaxy. It was a bad start to the trip.

Luckily, despite being unreachable and arriving half an hour late on each occasion, both my dates went ahead.

The first meet-up at 6.30 was with a slim little Bulgarian girl. Nice body, but not great in the face. We had a few drinks, kissed a little bit, and parted ways after two hours so I could meet-up with my 9.00.

The 9.00 was the prize… a smoking Moscowvite. She was your typical ideal-type Russian chick: tall, long fair hair, blue eyes, a naturally pretty face and a beautiful Slavic frame with not a pick of fat. She immediately became intrigued when I started the conversation in (bad) Russian. Combined with her romantic notions of Irishmen, the foundations were set for a great date.

By 1AM, she was bent over her mattress asking me to fuck her in the ass. Good times. Finally, after years of spitting Russian, I finally captured the flag. I’m meeting her again in two hours. Can’t wait.

What a way to start the trip. Tomorrow, I’m meeting two crewmembers in Brussels airport. From there, we fly to the Arabian gulf for the weekend, where we will pick the last two members of our Mexican Pirate crew. Then the five of us will lay siege to the horn of Africa on return to one my favourite countries – Ethiopia.

Avast me hearties!