You know, I lived in Holland for about year and half way back in mid nineties. And you know how free Holland is. I had some of the finest times of my life there. And the other indians I sometimes met there had nothing praiseworthy to say about the dutch. About there rich culture, about their peaceful existance, their world class museums and art galleries. All they wondered about was their tolerance of free sex, legal prostitution, their live orgy shows, their dozens of xxx channels on TV. For them it was all debauchery. What they wouldn't tell me, but I knew anyway, that how secretly they would watch those channels or visit the same prostitutes almost every weekend. They were fascinated by the white women but couldn't muster the courage to ask them out. And when they'd see me having beer or coffee with one at wayside cafe, they would later ask me thousand questions about her, zeroing on only this curiousity: Did I 'do' to her or not? And I'd just laugh, at the same time felt pity for them.
And you know the most interesting fact that a owner of a sexhouse once told me over a beer? The highest paying punters that visit his establishment are the Wahabi Saudis who'd pay thousands for just a smallest act of perversion.
As Sherlock Holmes says during one of his cases:
Watson, anyone trying to rise above Nature, invariably falls below it.
How true.