Introduction

You wake up very thirsty, with a pounding headache. You want to crawl out of bed and head for the fridge for something cold and liquid, instead you fall back on the bed again. You have a tremendous hangover. As you look at the clock on the wall it shows just about noon. 'Damn, that party was something else last night..' - you think, but you also mentally note: '...or probably was '. You really can't remember too many details. Anyway, now you have bigger problems than trying to reconstruct last night. Slowly you start rearranging yourself: a visit to the toilet, a little soap and water and you also force three glasses of water down your throat. Trying to ignore the nausea you're feeling, you decide to get a bit more rest. You lie down on the bed on your back, when your eye catches a glimpse of something on the table.

Oh, son of a...! Seeing the remainder of the money you threw away last night, you start to remember some details...

You were drinking with the guys at a well known watering hole downtown. You were blowing off some steam, after a couple of stressful weeks at work and you had a little too much a little too fast. After a couple of whiskeys you were dishing out friendly advice to just about anyone who would listen. After checking out the waitresses buzzing around in their mini skirts you started to feel pretty confident about everything. You soon made some statements that you can get any of these honeys laid. Of course nobody took you seriously, which started to piss you off a bit. Your friend Brocko - a complete loser - finally demanded that you prove it. So the next thing you know, you made a bet. Five of your friends, who were also guided by too many drinks, bet half of their monthly salary against yours, if you win the bet and can actually get two girls laid... At the same time!

You were dumb enough to top the whole thing still: just so you would prove it to all those losers you agreed to take pictures of the whole experience. Of course the boys had some restrictions. You could not get help from "professionals" for the cause.

Oh, boy! You start going through your list of phone numbers of chicks you know and ex-girlfriends. After rolling through the names and images, you conclude that this may be more difficult than you may have thought last night in your moment of exuberance. If you don't want to go down in flames and blow a month's worth of salary, your only chance is to take a chance and find some fresh meat. Where do the hot babes hang out though?

Suddenly you recall an advertisement of some telecom company you saw recently: 'Hungary: The highest number of pretty girls per square meter.' Hey, that's not such a bad idea! You've heard about Hungarian chicks being pretty hot. A good portion of quality porn is also made in Hungary.... They probably go for foreign guys. All of a sudden things are getting into focus. Why not try your luck over there.

For a while thoughts race through your mind about how to do all this, but finally you grin and think that this whole challenge may be more fun than it first seemed.

You log on the internet, book a room in Budapest in a nice and affordable hotel and reserve your flight to Hungary. By the time you pack your clothes, phone, bank card and tooth brush, you feel so much better that your headache is almost gone. You've been waiting for some real adventure! Let's hit it!