Who are hilarious. Strutting through the train, harassing the men into giving them money, slapping the legs on the sleepers and making the most exciting hullabaloo we've had on the train for three days. That's right folks, we spend three whole days on a train getting from the Northeast to Mumbai. The most delightful moment, perhaps for them as much as us, was when one of the found the underwear Leigh was drying on top of her backpack. Old-ladyesque underwear that was once Genna's, then was Leigh's, now is the Tranny's play thing. She inspected the thick (and we mean, thick) elastic waist band, snapped it like a wet towel in a gym locker room and returned them. Too small.
So here we are Mumbai. Clean, modern, expensive Mumbai. We're strung out, we slept on the "ladies waiting room" floor as a result of a late train and unknown city, nothing a little Valium, earplugs and bandanna over the eyes can't fix. We're really dirty- brown skin peeling from your neck dirty- and we kind of smell like fish because we got in the way of a very crowded fish market at dawn. We don't envy the people who have to share the plane from Mumbai to Kenya with us. Or the plane from Kenya to Qatar, or the plane from Qatar to Morocco.
In closing, goodbye India, we will miss you. Hello Morocco, we have no clue what to except from you.
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sounds like that makes for an interesting ride... you ever go to the "Bump and Grind" in denver? Apparently they serve good brunch and are staffed completely by over the top transvestites who are rude to you and will give you a lap dance while you eat sometimes... I miss you girls... and Potlucks!
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