Day 123, India, Kerala, Munnar
Today is a bus day. I ask the bus driver how long the ride is. He answers me with 130km. Then at my second question about how much time do we need, he answers me with a proud and big smile: "ONLY 4.5 hours". That is very fast :-)
A bus journey can be very interesting in India. Indians love to touch. Physical contact is much stronger than in Europe. The bench where I am sitting on the public bus is for 1.5 people. As a bus gets always somehow, somewhere crowded, suddenly after the start of the journey I have to share this 1.5 seats with a first guy. He is of course fat. Many Indians love to eat and don't like to do sports or at least they just "play" cricket. He tries to push me with his shoulder and with his ass, so that he can conquer more and more of the 1.5 seats. I try to defend his attacks and while reading a book and bumping around in the bus I resist to his attacks. Then a second guy sits next to me. He falls asleep and uses my shoulder to have his nap. He just puts his head on my shoulder and enjoys his dreams. After a woman with a small baby sits next to me. The baby starts to hold my arm, hold my hand, search for my nipples. Yes, I think they love to touch as soon they are born. I am just getting used to and try to touch as often as I can. Touch, touch, touch.
Today is a bus day. I ask the bus driver how long the ride is. He answers me with 130km. Then at my second question about how much time do we need, he answers me with a proud and big smile: "ONLY 4.5 hours". That is very fast :-)
A bus journey can be very interesting in India. Indians love to touch. Physical contact is much stronger than in Europe. The bench where I am sitting on the public bus is for 1.5 people. As a bus gets always somehow, somewhere crowded, suddenly after the start of the journey I have to share this 1.5 seats with a first guy. He is of course fat. Many Indians love to eat and don't like to do sports or at least they just "play" cricket. He tries to push me with his shoulder and with his ass, so that he can conquer more and more of the 1.5 seats. I try to defend his attacks and while reading a book and bumping around in the bus I resist to his attacks. Then a second guy sits next to me. He falls asleep and uses my shoulder to have his nap. He just puts his head on my shoulder and enjoys his dreams. After a woman with a small baby sits next to me. The baby starts to hold my arm, hold my hand, search for my nipples. Yes, I think they love to touch as soon they are born. I am just getting used to and try to touch as often as I can. Touch, touch, touch.
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