Imagine this: you’re a westerner, (you probably are anyway), you want to go on a holiday, somewhere new, somewhere different than what you have seen so far. You’re married. You have two children. No, make that three. Their ages range between, lets say, five and sixteen (you chose the ages, but make sure you have both sexes).
You’ve been busy with your work, you’ve been busy raising and loving your children, so you’ve allowed yourself a holiday with just you and your partner. It will give you both a chance to miss the kids, and I guess for them to miss you back as well.
You’ve always wanted to go the East. Your partner too.
You ask around, what’s the best thing to do? One country or a few? A few countries? Which? Eventually you get yourself some package.

You arrive in Thailand. Nice hotel (after all you’ve earned it), nice weather, nice room, and you relax.
Your guide suggests some sightseeing. You do the temples, you do the markets, maybe you see a sex show, some elephant rides, some jewellery, and eventually you think about Thai Boxing.
You talk with your partner. It certainly sounds different, and different has been the attraction all along. Well, what have you got to lose, some money? So what, you’re on holidays. A bad show? Even a bad show could be a good thing, you can talk about that dreadful show you went to see in Thailand. Anyway, you’ve enjoyed yourselves so far, you might as well. Oh, it could be classified under ‘cultural’. You laugh about that, and you decide to go.

A show takes about three hours they tell you. It could be too long. Well, you can catch the start, if it gets too much you could always leave early for some real nice dinner. A bottle of wine over some ... oh, lets just go and see what happens.