I don't know about you, but I have this baffling thought whenever foreign men set their foot here at the islands called The Philippines. It seems that foreign male tourists here have one thing in mind: getting laid.
It's not like in Bangkok where white guys go there to marvel at their ancient golden temples, thread along the river market, then go to Patpong and get laid.
It's not like in Bali where they walk along the pristine beaches and pay their respects at the Hindu temples, then go to the bars at night and get laid.
Male tourists go here in Manila to get laid. Period.
And that comes in many forms, from searching for an exotic wife, to participating in sex tours, to hanging out at the hotel lobbies, to strolling along numerous cafes in the Metro known to be hangouts of the Havana Girls, a herd of brown-skinned hoochie-mama predators out to grapple their foreign prey, and hopefully suck their wallets dry.
Maybe the Department of Tourism should grab the opportunity to market the Philippines in a different light. Instead of promoting the wondrous attractions in the islands using the banner "Wow Philippines," they should rename the slogan as "Wow Filipinas." It's a double-entendre, visit Filipinas, fornicate our Filipinas.