When you travel by sleeper train in India there are a few differences between "sleeper class" and "3 tier AC sleeper class".
The noticable distinctions being airco, blankets, pillow and a small mirror hanging above the (sealed) window, between the two rows of beds.
The bunks are stacked three high and I was sleeping on a central one, eye height, just below the mirror.
And when I awoke, a lady was combing her hair as she looked in the mirror.
Her sari falling loosely around her (as sari's do), showing just enough bare stomach to arouse me.
To make matters worse, this woman was about 50 or something, but when your sex life has plummeted to the depths mine has (there are dead nuns buried beneath St. Peter's with chastity belts on who have more sex than me), a little flesh goes a long way...
Then she burped.
I don't mean one of those lady like burps which are quaint and generally followed by a giggle. I mean one of those burps of which sailors boast of when they're on shore leave. A loud thunderous roaring surge of wind.
And she continued to comb her long black hair as if nothing was wrong.
I lay there watching her, expecting to be fully disgusted. But I wasn't!
Let's be honest, everyone burps every now and again, and everyone must be forgiven for their little mishaps.
Then she burped again.
I don't mean one of those "Ooops, I've drunk too much coke" burps, followed by the rolling of eyes. No, this was definately along the lines of "I've just eaten 5 garlic pizzas and 3 liters of beer" burps. And the only thing rolling afterwards was me on the bed, turning my face from the on-gushing wind and smell.
Yet I was intrigued.
This woman, who was still baring a bit of tummy flab, was still combing her hair (she had a lot of it) and in my present state it was surely going to take more than 2 burps and a gust of garlic to destabalize my early morning arousel.
Then she farted.
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not easily shocked or overwhelmed.
But...
No, let me accenturate that a little...
...BUT when you can stand in the middle of a train and burp and fart away like you're alone on the moon, not batting an eye-lid and slowly combing your hair...
I'm impressed.
I wanna marry that woman!
Originally posted by shavixmirBeing in India, I am surprised you have never encountered any of the array of ailments :
burp and fart away like you're alone on the moon
http://www.emedicine.com/cgi-bin/foxweb.exe/searchengine@/em/searchengine?boolean=and&book=all&maxhits=40&HiddenURL=&query=eggy%20burp
that produce these symptoms before.
Originally posted by stanlohI'm online more often at the moment because I have god-awful long stops between trains (I went up north, it was too cold, so now I'm going to Goa, which is 4 days away, with 10 hour stops in between).
Dude, what are you doing in India! Anyway, cool blog you have. Do you travel and play chess all year long?
Thanks for the compliment.
Originally posted by shavixmirI've gotta admit, she's got balls. Quite possibly in the literal sense. Rec'd.
[b]BUT when you can stand in the middle of a train and burp and fart away like you're alone on the moon, not batting an eye-lid and slowly combing your hair...
I'm impressed.
I wanna marry that woman![/b]
Originally posted by shavixmirAll that exposed, dark, arousing flesh, raven black hair falling around her sides - did you manage to control the urges then?
I'm online more often at the moment because I have god-awful long stops between trains (I went up north, it was too cold, so now I'm going to Goa, which is 4 days away, with 10 hour stops in between).
Thanks for the compliment.
Btw, doesn't everyone flee Goa about now due to the insufferable heat?
And if you've neglected to pick up any valium recently, then my photos are at: www.spaces.msn.com\thelanguidshade. Though they should only be ingested in small doses.
Originally posted by shavixmirAnd the sad thing is that I can vividly imagine you lying there with a hard-on watching a burping old granny *sigh*
When you travel by sleeper train in India there are a few differences between "sleeper class" and "3 tier AC sleeper class".
The noticable distinctions being airco, blankets, pillow and a small mirror hanging above the (sealed) window, between the two rows of beds.
The bunks are stacked three high and I was sleeping on a central one, eye height, just slowly combing your hair...
I'm impressed.
I wanna marry that woman!
Oh well, glad to hear you've survived so far. I always read your blog when I'm feeling down.... It always puts a smile on my face because I think "Hehe, life could be worse" 😀
Hope to see you over here again sometime soon when you get back 😉
Edit: Wait... quit complaining about your non-existent sex life, you're in friggin thailand... isn't the third economical sector made up nearly entirely of prostitutin? 😛
Originally posted by shavixmirWell, honestly? Can't say I'm too surprised really.
When you travel by sleeper train in India there are a few differences between "sleeper class" and "3 tier AC sleeper class".
The noticable distinctions being airco, blankets, pillow and a small mirror hanging above the (sealed) window, between the two rows of beds.
The bunks are stacked three high and I was sleeping on a central one, eye height, just ...[text shortened]... slowly combing your hair...
I'm impressed.
I wanna marry that woman!
... ya know, there's this weird guy in the bed a few feet away, smells like he's still drunk, he's eyeing me up like he hasn't been shagged for years, and probably having a good old feel about himself.
If I were her, I'd probably be struggling to hold down my puke and shxtting myself too...
Originally posted by c99uxMaybe she was telling him in her polite way to close the friggin curtain.
Well, honestly? Can't say I'm too surprised really.
... ya know, there's this weird guy in the bed a few feet away, smells like he's still drunk, he's eyeing me up like he hasn't been shagged for years, and probably having a good old feel about himself.
If I were her, I'd probably be struggling to hold down my puke and shxtting myself too...
Originally posted by c99uxLOL.
Well, honestly? Can't say I'm too surprised really.
... ya know, there's this weird guy in the bed a few feet away, smells like he's still drunk, he's eyeing me up like he hasn't been shagged for years, and probably having a good old feel about himself.
If I were her, I'd probably be struggling to hold down my puke and shxtting myself too...
Originally posted by c99uxThat...is...not...funny...
Well, honestly? Can't say I'm too surprised really.
... ya know, there's this weird guy in the bed a few feet away, smells like he's still drunk, he's eyeing me up like he hasn't been shagged for years, and probably having a good old feel about himself.
If I were her, I'd probably be struggling to hold down my puke and shxtting myself too...