Photo: Clock tower plaza, Cartagena. Captain Cool and I were sat at a table outside of our favourite salsa bar enjoying a refreshing drink one hot humid evening OK, they are all like this.
I saw a young woman with lots of make up, high heels and very short shorts standing outside the club. Is she one? Prostitution with adults is legal here. The women are supposed to go to a health clinic every Wednesday to get tested for sexually transmitted diseases.
For whatever reason, prostitution has always fascinated me. I remember reading about Jack the Ripper at a young age and being far more interested in the prostitution than I was in the murders. I always want to know why someone has gone into the sex industry and whether they enjoy it.
How much do they make? How do they view sex? Do they kiss on the mouth? Do their families know and what do they think? And so many more questions. I patiently waited for CC to finish his drink and off we went to the plaza to see the main business market. There were groups of women and single women standing in the plaza, all wearing skimpy clothing and high heels.
Some were sucking on the cliche sucker. There were police at every corner and about 20 prostitutes in the centre. There were also men wearing VIP shirts trying to entice tourists into their bar, food and drink carts and tourists walking by completely oblivious. A group of four white men were standing in the middle holding drinks and buying more as they emptied. One of the men went up to every prostitute, chatted for a while and then left.
