Porn Week in Budapest or: How do you say “I’m going to Hell” in Magyar?

You know how we all become different people on vacation? Me, I grow a moustache and eat more cheese. So imagine what it must be like to roll into Budapest (where no one knows your name) and fuck your way through Eastern Europe’s finest vampire-spawned porn stars. That’s what Porn Week is all about.

I’ve covered Porn Week vacations before, and the variable that makes them more compelling as both porn shoots and vacations is that the cast and crew are booked for the week, and the increased comfort level leads to lower inhibitions. So sex in public and/or sex with a lorry mechanic from Nottingham are much more likely to occur in this relaxed but controlled atmosphere.

Another element that makes the proceedings extra-porny is that everyone is on vacation, and it seems like the language barriers aid in completing what is the week’s essential transaction: sex with almost-anonymous, low-BMI, machine-crafted Hungarians.