So I think I experienced my very first Indian "is that what I thought it was?" arse grope. Now, this has happened to most women I've met whilst travelling here but it doesn't normally happen to me. Despite the fact I have tits that could have kept the Titanic afloat, having short hair and tattoos [...]
So last night was a bit fucking cold, wasn't it?! I'd rugged up in woolly socks, a singlet, base layer, shirt, hoody, scarf and a thermal sleeping bag liner underneath my thick blanket and I still felt like my snot was freezing inside my nostrils. I'd even cocooned inside the blanket after abandoning the idea [...]
Everyone knows that banana was put on this earth to complement chocolate. As we sat outside Sahara Travels waiting for our trek to start I inserted the banana chocolate pie I'd bought from a German bakery the evening before into my facehole and relished every single bite. Breakfast of champions, washed down with a chai. [...]
I'd not intended to catch a sleeper bus in India on account of it being quite expensive, but I'd decided to skip Bikaner and head to Jaisalmer with Jill and Chris who I'd met at Milkman Guest House in Pushkar and they were booked onto the overnight bad boy so I got myself a sleeper [...]
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