Contact Admin. When I visited the Spanish town of Salamanca this spring, I was amazed by the amount of mankinis and people running around the town centre with huge inflatable dicks attached to their heads.
You see, Salamanca's proximity to Madrid and the lure of "student-priced" drinks have in latter years transformed it into a kind of Spanish Disneyland for stag and hen parties. A quick Google search of 'Salamanca' and 'stag night' will pull up an endless list of agencies ready and willing to organise a proper do for you — at next to no cost. They all boast more or less the same things: hotel, dinner, a show and some curious countryside excursion that involves go-karts or bulls or both.
Of course, they all climax with the rather predictable strip show, which they claim is optional. Miguel is the owner of such a party business. I wanted to know more about his day job so I got in touch and asked if he could break it down for me. He was more than happy to do so and suggested I should accompany him and his two strippers on one of their regular working days.
Naturally, I jumped at the prospect. I agreed to meet up with him, Sara Luengo and Elsa Mor at a local supermarket. Miguel drove, chewing down donuts while dictating the evening's plans to Sara, who helped him put the final bits and pieces in order.
I only glanced at the speedometer once and very quickly decided that I wouldn't be doing that again. Finally, we arrived at a restaurant. The girls used the toilet as a makeshift changing room so they could prepare themselves to invade the groom's dinner party. First Sara and then Elsa — the promotion had boasted two women for the price of one.
