A few years ago I wrote a guest post about being a big chested woman traveler.  A recent incident happened to me in Danang, though, which made me realize it is time to revisit the topic of traveling with big breasts.

The issue came up when I became the subject of some unusual attention at a seafood restaurant in Danang.  We were out with some friends, just before Tet, drinking beers and having a fun time.  The restaurant was packed, with revelers celebrating the upcoming Tet holiday.  It is customary for there to be work parties, similar to holiday parties in the West. 

There was one table in particular that caught my eye, and it was the table that got me into trouble that night.

Is It So Bad Traveling With Big Breasts?

Sometimes it is just plain brutal having big boobs.  I know, it is a grass is always greener sort of thing.  Many of my small chested friends would love a little more heft.  But traveling in certain parts of the world it is just plain tough being a big chested woman traveler. 

At least I am not alone.  There are other women, traveling with certain assets, or traveling with ginormous boobs, just like me.  But, I do think we are in the minority.  There seems to be a perception that female travel bloggers, and long term perpetual nomads are in their twenties, and stick thin, making one blogger counter about traveling with curves

I am definitely in good company, but we all can commiserate about traveling with big breasts, or minimally, with big curves.  I try to own it, but still feel self conscious, a lot.  Ever realize that most of the pictures of me are from the shoulders up?

traveling with big breats

An attempt to hide the boys, but you get the deal

Being Big Chested in Asia

Travel and living in Southeast Asia, it becomes blatantly clear just how unusual my situation is among the locals.  It is not easy traveling with big breasts here.  I already know that my 5 foot 8 inch stature is close to female giant size.  I know that in photos with locals I tower amongst the group.  But, it is more than just my height that sticks out.

Although I always try to dress in line with what is acceptable for a western woman in an Asian country, I receive the stares of gawkers nevertheless.   No matter what I wear, my boobs arrive in a destination shortly before I do – and they get noticed.  Walking by a bia hoi in Ha Noi, Vietnam takes patience, for both me and The Husband. And it takes more time for the stares to stop than the drip coffee to be ready to drink at a cafe in Vietnam.  At a beach resort on the Gili Islands, in Indonesia, some of the workers looked at me like they have never seen breasts before.

Traveling With Big Breasts in Danang

Me and My Lady Friend in Danang This one night in Danang, though, was the first time I had this sort of attention and it is not what you are thinking.

There was a large table of you women, drinking, toasting beers, and having a good time, like only the Vietnamese can.  It is not something we are used to seeing.  Generally, it’s large groups of men drinking, and Eric is often invited to drink and toast with them.  This night, though, it was ladies night.

I made my way over to the table to wish them a happy new year, and to offer a toast, and then things spiraled out of control.  There was a lot of toasting back and forth, it was a grand old time. Until, one of the young women, who were all caddies at the local Greg Norman golf course, got a little touchy feely.  With me.

I am not used to getting this kind of attention, particularly from a woman. I know she was not sober, so it was somewhat excusable, but funny nonetheless.  At one point she touched my breast, and then, said “boob” and touched the other for good measure.  Yeah, that is what it is like traveling with big breasts.

What’s a Girl to Do When Traveling With Big Breasts?

It gave us a big old laugh that night, as we had a table full of digital nomads drinking and eating seafood with us.  But, it made me think about the situation I often find myself in.

I continue to dress modestly, and try to cover the boys as much as possible.  I try not to get riled up.  Most important, I keep my patience.  I realize, God gave me what he did, and I can’t change it (unless anyone out there has some good recommendations for plastic surgeons in the region…). 

I realize it would be much easier for me to settle in a different geographic region – perhaps Latin America would be a better fit, where voluptuousness rules.  But, in the end, I have to accept that while in Asia, I just need to get used to traveling with big breasts, and the attention that comes with it.  From men, and women, alike.

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