Whew, what a relief – the United States (and the world) has been saved from a more or less continuation of the catastrophe of the last eight years; gained a historic milestone with its first black President-elect; made Congress less anti-gay; and chosen the less anti-gay presidential ticket, one that for the most part will not actively obstruct equal rights for all (though let’s not forget, Barack may have given us a shout-out in Grant Park, but both he and Biden still give the backs of their hands to equal marriage rights).

But at the same time, it’s painfully apparent that homophobia is still alive and vibrantly stupid, mean-spirited, and scared in this country. The latest slap in the face was the ardent desire of a majority of the electorates of Florida, Arizona, and – especially sad and surprising – California. And despite the fact that Florida and California were key in helping put Obama-Biden over the top, they also screwed the GL community in the bottom – by a fairly narrow margin in California but by large margins in Florida (nearly 2/3 of the electorate) and Arizona (more than half). That means a lot of Obama voters think that fags and dykes need and deserve to stay at the back of the bus.

Speaking as a member of the travel media, it’s not easy for me to propose this, but our community needs to send a message to a pair of states that have profited handsomely from not just from the considerable contributions and taxes of its gay and lesbian citizens but from lesbian and gay tourism from the rest of the United States and the world. That message can only come in the form of a travel boycott to register our shock, dismay, and anger over the nasty desperation of a majority of Californians and Floridians to enshrine discrimination in their state constitutions. We here at GayBabel and I in my other writing will for the foreseeable future not be covering or promoting travel to Florida, California, or Arizona, and we will be seeking to move our base of operations out of Florida as soon as is feasible.

Yes, unfortunately the statewide boycott is a blunt instrument – it’s certainly not fair to penalize places like Fort Lauderdale, Key West, Miami Beach, Palm Springs, Sedona, and San Francisco for the bigotry of their states’ majorities, but this kind of politics works at the state level, and we have to address it at the state level. And I don’t expect much support from the gay media; friends and acquaintances I’ve spoken to about it are understandably reluctant because they draw a lot of advertising from gay tourism businesses in these states. Never mind that such a boycott could be a wakeup call to help light a fire under local gay communities that they are enabling discrimination against themselves unless they really mobilize and make their fellow citizens realize that bigotry has a real cost. It will cost advertising, and pocketbook trumps principle.

But as for you, dear reader, there are plenty of other marvelous places that welcome you and your relationships openly and proudly. I recommend you give them your business instead, spending your money and expanding your horizons in visiting places where you are not hated and feared. Life is too short.

Yours truly,
Dave

Even as lots of folks are cutting back on travel during these tougher economic times, there’s one group that has done so notably less: fags ’n’ dykes — for whatever reason, whether it’s because they’ve got more of the travel bug or just fewer family responsibilities. And increasingly, “mainstream” travel sellers are not only taking notice but jumping into the gay tourism market with downright gusto, finally graduating from token offerings to some real substance.

Just over a week ago, a venerable travel wholesaler called Happy Vacations became the first to roll out an elaborate, comprehensive line of trips n tours designed just for us – and they even put it front and center on their Web site home page, unlike other travel vendors who discreetly tuck their gay/lesbian sections away so as to not scare the horses. Then lo and behold, this week another longtime mainstream outfit called Certified Vacations announced that it’s teaming up with the Damron Guides to launch its own GLBT brand.

Happy’s brand, called Life Journeys Vacations, seems to be concentrating for now on the Pacific and Latin America, with programs to Australia, Costa Rica, Hawaii, Mexico, New Zealand, and Tahiti. Nifty extras include a honeymoon (homomoon?) registry and donating part of your booking fee to a foundation they’ve set up to help queer causes. Meanwhile, the starting lineup at Damron Vacations includes select spots in Europe (Barcelona, London, Paris), Mexico (Cancun, Puerto Vallarta), the Pacific (Hawaii), and the U.S./Canada (Fort Lauderdale, Key West, Las Vegas, Miami, Montreal, New York, San Francisco – what, no Branson??).

Who knows, if this trend continues, the second decade of the 21st century could turn into a Golden Age of Gay Travel…or would it be a Lavender Age…?

Yours truly,
Dave

Earlier this year I reported from the rollicking Carnaval in Barranquilla, on Colombia’s Caribbean coast. The country’s capital is another kettle of fish altogether – and as it turns out, a blast (er, hoot) to visit any time of year, not just at Carnaval time.  Almost 9,000 feet up in the Andes mountains, this sprawling city of 7 million is cool both temperature-wise and in most other ways — from sightseeing to partying – and these days it’s as or more safe to visit as most other big cities in Latin America. Furthermore, I’d have to say Bogotá is even one of the better gay travel destinations south of the border. Heck, these days local fags and dykes have even managed to win more legal rights than in most U.S. states.

If you’re interested in checking it out (and there are more flights being added from North America every month, even in this day and age), there are two main words to remember: Candelaria and Chapinero. La Candelaria is the 16th-century, 2¼-square-mile Old Town, which even though it’s so atmospheric but still far more local-feeling than touristy. The sloping streets (some but not all cobblestone) are lined with all sorts of great shops (emeralds are a local specialty), eateries, elaborate churches, and museums (my faves are the ones showcasing colonial history; artist Fernando Botero, and especially pre-Columbian gold artifacts); just above it, you’ll want to hop the cable car up nearby Monserrate hill for some panoramic city views. You can stay cheap at several hostels or more upscale at a pair of boutique properties — Hotel de la Ópera and Hotel Casa de la Botica — both in gorgeously restored old buildings. 

An easy cab ride away, the other nabe, Chapinero, is where you’ll find a bodacious batch of queer nightspots. And practically half of them, it seems, are contained in one building, a mammoth former theater now called Theatron. This baby’s got seven very different spaces to hang out in, from the huge main disco to an outdoor terrace to a leather-and-beer bar. If you want throngs of cute Latin boys, you practically don’t need to go anywhere else. And yet, there are plenty of other smaller venues worth a gander, too, like Dash, Blues Bar, and Roxy Gogo; I’d also recommend a trip downtown to a mixed club called Cha Cha, 46 floors up in a skyscraper (hot crowd and of course va-va-voom views). And don’t forget, too, that for getting naked and cutting right to the chase there’s also a handful of steamy saunas like Babylon Baths. You can bunk in this area, too, in places like the Rosales Plaza and Hoteles America – and as of this past spring there’s even a gay property called High Park Hotel.

So yeah, especially if you build in some time for day trips into nearby coffee country or colonial towns – and/or pair Bogotá with several days in the spectacular colonial city of Cartagena up on the Caribbean – I’d say Colombia’s capital would be worth your hard-earned vacation dollar, especially if you’ve already been to places like Rio de Janeiro and Buenos Aires. I know I’ll be back soon.

Get more info, BTW, at BogotaTourism.travel, VisitBogota.turismo, VisitColombia.com, and of course ColombiaGay.com.  And of course don’t forget to tote along Gay Spanish for Love + Hookups or The Gay Translator!

Yours truly,

Dave

A word to the wise from Trevor L. of Austin TX on a close call in Central America:

I just recently found your web site and phrasebook series (great stuff, BTW), and found this “Kiss & Tell” column pretty interesting. My own contribution I guess you could say has been my most outstanding in a bad way – but I wanted to send it more than anything to give guys a heads-up. Not long ago I was in Nicaragua, which has some great stuff to offer: volcanoes; beautiful beaches on both Pacific and Caribbean; eco-lodges; and really nice colonial towns like Granada and León (the coffee’s great down here, too!). Plus the locals are generally lovely. It recently legalized homosexuality and the capital has a couple of gay clubs, but has a long way to go in the equal rights area. More to the point, it’s also an extremely poor country, and so you have to be super careful with some of them — gay as well as straight.

So I met this guy on GayRomeo.com, Óscar Mendoza, who said he was studying law and worked at a law firm. Age 24, cute, polite, educated, professional – about as good a package as you can expect in a country like this (someone else who knew him later even confirmed the lawyer part). So he visits me in my hotel room in Managua, and we fuck – he’s a bottom, and I must say he was pretty damn boring at it. Then I went out into the countryside for a couple of days, and when I came back he really wanted to meet again one particular night because he was going out of town the following day. I really didn’t feel moved enough to repeat, but dumb me, I felt sorry for him, so said OK. This time, after screwing (yawn again), we were watching music videos when he said, “oh, we need more ice in our drinks.” OK, whatever. So he went to the ice bucket in the bathroom, and the next thing I knew, it was the next morning, and my Blackberry and $200 were gone, along with Óscar the cute but boring bottom.

It wasn’t so much the money – and not even the Blackberry, though let me tell you I was super pissed about all that lost info – and at least he didn’t take my camera or laptop (I guess they would’ve been tougher to sneak out of the hotel). It was more than anything the fact that I was drugged with an unknown and possibly dangerous substance and unconscious while this little shit was looking around the room for stuff to steal. He could’ve done anything to me or stolen anything. I was freaked out, woozy from whatever it was he slipped me, and just to be on the safe side I started an HIV prophylaxis the moment I got home. I reported it to the cops (I even had the guy’s phone, e-mail, picture, and the name of the neighborhood where he lived), but naturally nothing came of it. On the plus side, I think I definitely got some sense scared into me. So guys, especially when you’re traveling in the Third World, take absolutely nothing for granted.

Editor’s reply: Boy, were you afortunado, dude. I’m going to be totally serious on this one, too: As you learned, when you go fishing in waters like these, you can’t be too careful. And though you thought you were dealing with a “professional,” you can’t take anybody’s word for anything. And if you had to invite him back, you should’ve at least had your stuff locked up in your room safe. Most gays in countries like these meet each other through trusted friends or professional settings, and if that option isn’t open to you, it’s generally not worth the risk. You don’t blithely cruise down to places like this and assume you can carry on just as you would in Austin or Amsterdam. And don’t count on the local cops — I can tell you from personal experience they’re often ineffectual and/or corrupt. So it’s usually best to keep it in your pants in situations like this. How often have we read about some gringo found knifed or strangled in some Third World hotel room? That’s the sad reality, bucko.

In this forum, we’d like to hear about your hottest, most memorable, funniest, most romantic, or otherwise superlative date, instance of falling in love, or just good ol’ sex, with someone(s) from another culture—either abroad or in your home country.

Golly, I know the Tories in power up there now tend to be right-wingers, eh — but really…

OK, actually this is about extreme sports, not extreme politics, and also shows the degree to which the gay travel industry is diversifying. Remember when it was enough for gay tour operators  to offer just a boys’ week in Rio or Provence, or a queer cruise of the Caribbean? Then in more recent years, the adventure travel market started going gay, and gay ski weeks became popular.

So OK, you poofter powderhounds, get ready for the next level. Normally I wouldn’t be inclined to do an entire post on a single tour-operator product, but this coming April 11th to 18th an outfit called Canadian Mountain Holidays will be kicking it all up a notch by offering the first-ever Gay Heli-Ski Week. You know heli-skiing, where they chopper you way the hell out in the middle of some mountain range and drop you onto a virgin slope. In this case it’s the Selkirks range in southeastern British Columbia. For the occasion, CMH has rented out a cozy resort called the Gothics Lodge, is getting together a group of 34 fags and dykes, and is promising 100,000-foot verticals and après-ski friskiness like a “longjohns-and-lingerie” party.

One thing, though: it’s not exactly what you’d call cheap — $5,500 Canadian (at the moment that’s US$5,060), though that does include round-trip transfers from Calgary airport, all meals, and non-alcoholic bevvies.  But if you’re a hardcore schusser who likes to travel gay, this sounds like it could be a real keeper. Get more details at CMHSki.com/gayheliski or 800.661.0252. Then go ahead and get yer poles polished and ready…

Yours truly,
Dave

Bonjour, everybody! Before this month draws to a close I just wanted to mention the latest nice little mention of our books in the gay media. This time it was in A. Sebastian Fortino’s excellent multi-part look in Edge Boston at the surprisingly sodomy-friendly city of Avignon (more drag queens per capita than Paris, apparently!), in Provence, France. In his nightlife segment, which ran Sept. 15, after several detailed reviews of local queer clubs with names like L’Esclave (“The Slave”), he nicely adds:

“However, if you should meet someone special and don’t exactly speak the same language make sure you have a copy of [Dave] Acton’s Gay French for Love and Hookups, available for $9.95 from www.GayBabel.net where you can also find the book available in other languages. This handy, attractive and petite guide is a reliable source from which you can comfortably and easily learn phrases such as Tu est très mignon (You are very cute) or Je ne t’oublierai jamais (I’ll never forget you).”

Well, he left out all the really juicy stuff of course, but you get the idea. I also got a note from the dude telling me how much the book livened up his trip. Well, naturellement!

Yours truly,

Dave

Aloha from my long, somewhat grueling flight home from Honolulu. But it’s been well worth even enduring Continental’s tender mercies, because I had an awesome time and learned a lot I hadn’t really fully realized about the United States’ most exotic state, way out in the middle of the Pacific. Living on the East Coast all my life, I’d never had a burning desire to make the long slog to Hawaii, because for island paradises, well, the Caribbean’s practically next door — and besides, I so wasn’t into the hokey lei-and-luau thing.

But at long last I got out to Oahu and Maui this past week — people, I was blown away, and boy will I be back very soon. Sure enough, there’s a bit of the hokey lei-and-luau thang goin’ on, but there’s so much more to this six-island chain. Obviously gorgeous beaches and landscapes, for starters. The Caribbean boasts those, too, but these islands are also much cleaner, less poverty-stricken, and more orderly (great roads, not strewn with trash). Not to mention friendlier and safer, at least than much of the English-speaking Caribbean.

I spent much of my time roaming the fetching isle of Maui — the most popular vaycay destination, it’s got touism/resort enclaves like Wailea and Ka’anapali on the west coast and small but bustling towns like touristy but historic Lahaina, mallish but fun Kihei, and crunchy/boho Paia. But there’s also plenty of farmland, rainforest, nature reserves, and sleepy spots like Hana on the northeast coast, home to lots of native Hawaiians and unspoiled nature, at the end of a famously twisty coast road called the Hana Highway. I capped it off with several days on Oahu, site of big city Honolulu and its legendary Waikiki tourist district, but also fab beaches and surfing all around the coasts, especially up north. Here you’ll also find lots of pan-Asian (Japanese, Korean, Chinese, etc.) flavor — sometimes it can almost feel like Japan.

And BTW, for a very quick rundown of the other islands, the “Big Island” of Hawaii is where all the volcanoes are, and less developed/more “local” Hawaiian-flavored than Oahu and Maui. Kauai is even more unspoiled, while still having a bit of a tourism infrastructure (including a gay B&B, the clothing-optional Kalanikai). Molokai and Lanai are the most unspoiled of all — very Hawaiian and rural.

OK, now to the faggotry angle. Old Hawaiian culture was pretty much bisexual and made no big deal over upi laho (gay sex), but as usual the Christian missionaries fucked that up but good. Nonetheless, today Hawaii’s a tremendous gay travel destination — still more tolerant than most places in America, a mix of on the surface (in Honolulu) and underneath (practically everywhere else). That includes the governor’s office; folks in the tourism industry told me that twice-divorced “moderate” Republican Linda Lingle is a closeted dyke, which makes her kissing up to John McCain and Sarah Palin (especially all that gushing over Moose Mommy at last month’s GOP convention) particularly repulsive. Great, yet another enabling hypocrite à la Charlie Crist, Larry Craig, and Mark Foley. Oh, well, maybe she’s just got a crush on Alaska’s bonkers but babelicious biyatch).

Politics aside, there’s a pretty considerable gay presence here (though not always immediately obvious outside Honolulu), and the local tourism industry is in the midst of a bit of a push to attract more GL visitors. [Note: just a week after I posted this, the Honolulu Advertiser ran a piece called “Waikiki Warms to Gay, Lesbian Tourists to Tap Sector’s Growth”] Anyway, you can find guys all over the islands at the usual online sites (do give my regards to HapaDude08). On Maui, I found the Maui Sunseeker, a sweet little rainbow-flagged inn right on the beach outside Kihei; there are special events and gay nights at some local bars; and one section of Big Beach/Little Makena Beach, south of Wailea/Kihei, is homo-popular and clothing optional (plus, for more ogling of hot hapas (native Hawaiians) as well as a great show, I highly recommend the excellent and gay-owned Old Lahaina Luau).

But you’ll also want at least a couple of nights in Honolulu, especially if you really need a “scene.” Try for a weekend, when the locals come out. For gay-friendliness and proximity to said scene, I’ve got four main bunking recommendations, all at the east end of Waikiki a coconut’s throw from the gay nightlife and the gay-popular Queen’s Surf Beach (in front of Paniolo Beach Bar and the zoo): the nine-story Waikiki Grand, with the shop 80% Straight and Hula’s, one of the city’s oldest and still best gay bars, right on premises; the boutique Hotel Renew, a new 72-roomer with a Zen-minimalist vibe and especially attractive staff; the 226-room Park Shore next door; and the Cabana at Waikiki, a more modest 15-room place but the only one catering specifically to queers. Another convenient and very gay-friendly chain to keep in mind is Aqua Resorts, an IGLTA member which besides the Park Shore has the Aqua Waikiki Beachside, the Aloha Surf and Spa, the Aqua Bamboo & Spa, the Aqua Palms & Spa, the Aqua Waikiki Wave, and the Equus; most recently, the group even announced a GL “honeymoon special.” Nightlife-wise, apart from Hula’s you can head to central Waikiki for a cluster of clubs including Angles, Fusion, Tapa’s, and In Between. And to get right to the aloha spear-it, Max’s Gym in Eaton Square just west of Waikiki makes for a nice little bath house. And check out Hula’s web site re its gay catamaran cruises on weekends!

You can get the latest from several local freebie rags like Odyssey, DaKine, and Expression!. Before coming, for general info check out GoHawaii.com and VisitMaui.com; for travel deals HawaiiGayTravel.com; and for the local sodomitic skinny, GayHawaii.com, MauiPride.com, and MauiGayInfo.com.

yours truly,

Dave

Central America (and Latin America in general) has long been a hotbed of homophobia, and in too many places that still hasn’t changed nearly enough. But little by little, tolerance advances and life gets a little better. The most recent example came in Panama just over a week ago, when the government of Martín Torrijos Espino decreed the deep-sixing of a 1949 law making gay sex punishable with a fine or jail – way to go, Marty! One of my best friends is Panamanian living in the States, and he remembers a mostly unhappy and closeted existence as late as the early 90’s; the country’s gay association wasn’t founded till 1996.

Things are of course somewhat better today, and little Panama has even managed to evolve into a pretty decent gay travel destination along with one of the hemisphere’s “it” places in general. The beaches and eco/adventure tourism are exceptional; highlights besides the Panama City and the famous canal include jungle lodges (the most upscale of which is the Gamboa Rainforest Resort); the funky beach town of Bocas del Toro; and the San Blas peninsula, run by the diminutive Kuna tribe (I’m not kidding, they’re really small) – an administrative arrangement possibly unique in Latin America.

Panama City is of course the Big Mango hereabouts, with a a proudly thrusting skyline and a real estate and tourism boom still going reasonably strong; for casinos, shopping, dining, and nightlife, these days it’s pretty respectable by world standards. But my favorite part of town is over a causeway from the modern part – it’s the 100-acre Casco Viejo (Old Town), a gorgeous agglomeration of Spanish colonial architecture dating back to the 17th century – and now being turned from a slum into a hotspot, with lots of cool shops, restaurants, and places to stay. This last category’s still a little skimpy, but a B&B called Casa Mar Alta is sweet, as are the apartments rented out by the guys at Los Cuatro Tulipanes (for more, check out an informative blog listing called Gay Friendly Casco Viejo). If you’d rather stay back in a more modern area like El Cangrejo, closer to the gay action, there’s, for example, high-end digs including a Marriott and an Inter-Continental, along with a bunch of good midrange properties like Las Vegas Hotel Suites and Cristal.

Oh, yeah, about that gay action — a smallish but decent selection. No bath house at the moment (those looking to get right to the point rely on a small handful of sex shops and porn theaters), but several good clubs like big-box-style Oxen (Via Tumba Muerta), inexplicably named after cattle; the cozier BLG (Calle 49/Calle Uruguay); and the upscale-feeling Lips (Avenida Manuel Batista). There are also plenty of dudes online at the usual international hookup sites.

Get more info at VisitPanama.com and ElCascoAntiguo.com; for homo happenings, check out DRumbas.com and FarraUrbana.com.

Yours truly,
Dave

We’ve had such great response to our seven-language Gay Translator phrasebook since introducing it this past spring that we decided to make the darn thing even better! So for all you frisky fellows who like to line up dates in your destinations ahead of time, our new revised edition adds the world’s first cyber-dictionary that covers most of what you need to know when trying to navegate dating sites sites such as Gay.com, Gaydar, GayRomeo, and Manhunt in countries like Brazil, the Czech Republic, Mexico, Germany, Italy, Morocco, and lots of others.

Even if you speak some Spanish, French, Italian, or whatever, chance are that on your own you’d never figure out stuff like this:

> NOK! (that stands for “nicht ohne Kondom,” German for “no glove, no love”)

> xiko nafeo s plumas buska wapo caxas act/pas (Spanish cyber-slang for “chico nada feo sin plumas busca guapo cachas activo/pasivo,” i.e., “not badlooking, straight-acting dude ISO vers muscle hottie”)

> bokeum ch plan lope (in regular French that’s “beau mec cherche plan lope,” translating as “cute guy ISO pigplay”)

> sn palestrato insospettabile (“Sono palestrato insospettabile” in Italian, meaning, “I’m straight acting with a gym bod”)

> fmz, curto qualquer parada, sem enrolação, vlw (in Brazil, that means “’sup – I’m into all scenes, no strings, thanks”)

> žadné tety / žádní tlouštíky (“no fats, no fems” in Prague)

Or, looking at it in the other direction, how would you get across to a foreigner the concept of “chem-friendly,” “CBT,” “PnP,” “vers bttm,” “healthy poz,” and so on?

This is really cool stuff, and if you’re hooking up online, you need The Gay Translator more than ever.

CU L8R!

Yours truly,
Dave

In June I posted enthusiastically about Barcelona, but I can’t let the peak summer vacation season slip by without mentioning its sandy, sexy little neighbor just 45 minutes down the coast of Catalonia. The resort of Sitges (pronouced “SEAT-jess”) is a picturesque former fishing village with a population around 20,000 (its fetching seaside church – pictured at left — is an icon) that a century ago attracted the boho likes of Pablo Picasso, Joan Miró, and other arty types. From there, pretty much like Cape Cod’s Provincetown, by the 70’s and 80’s it’d morphed into a resort that’s not just hetero-popular but also one of Europe’s top gay travel favorites every June-through-September (and, by the way, the backdrop of one of our first “Kiss & Tell” posts, last fall). I’ve been there a bunch of times, and it truly is a blast – not to mention less druggy and attitudinal than other hotspots like Ibiza.

There are several nice little museums in town, but the main event is of course the beach along the seafront promenade – a stretch of sand colonized by acres of rented blue chaises-longues, drinks-hawkers, and on the Bassa Rodona section hundreds of maricones (fags) and some tortilleras (dykes) from all over the Continent and beyond. The other gay beach requires a bit of schlepping westward over a rocky path to a stony, secluded cove where you can be free to sun your buns and wander the cruisy paths through the nearby underbrush; it’s called Platja Home Mort (Catalan for “Dead Man’s Beach,” Playa del Hombre Muerto in Spanish) because every once in a while somebody who takes a shortcut – through the railway tunnel – doesn’t quite make it.

Some homos actually come and stay as much as two weeks here, and almost everybody falls into the rhythm. Days at the beach and in the cafés, with an occasional excursion to places like Barcelona or Tarragona; a disco nap; dinner at lovely eateries like El Trull, Ma Maison, and El Xalet; then the nighttime-to-wee-hours circuit of myriad bars and clubs that varies according to taste but usually includes old standbys like El Candil, Mediterráneo, Bourbon’s, El 7, the delightfully sleazy El Horno, and the after-hours disco Trailer (plus of course plenty of newer offerings, like Bears and XXL). You’ll find different times of summer heavier on different nationalities: Dutch, French, Italian, German, and so forth — still not all that many North Americans, though.

Places to bunk? Up the wazoo, of course, and pretty much all are gay-friendly – the most romantic may be the Romàntic, a dreamy converted Belle Époque manse which also has an annex across the street called the Renaixença (one drawback at these two – no A/C, last I checked, but in-room fans seem to do the trick). For explicitly gay, the nearby Liberty is almost as attractive, and boasts air-conditioned rooms, while the newer Parrots, the outgrowth of a longstanding pub of the same name, is even closer to the beach and throws in frisky perks like a basement sauna (there’s a second bath house, closer to the train station, called simply Sauna Sitges). I find there’s something to be said for staying out of town, too – for example at the marvelous little clothing-optional gay resort Masia Casanova.

Wherever you end up staying, I can’t recommend this cool little town enough. Get general info from Tursime Sitges and gay-specific details from various sites including GayLifeSitges.com, GaySitges.com, GaySitgesGuide.com, GayinSitges.com, and Sitges-Gay.com. And you’ll definitely want to tote along our seven-language Gay Translator – it’s a sizzling United Nations of faggotry over here!

Yours truly,
Dave