Thank you and Goodbye
Trip Start Jan 08, 2005
135Trip End Ongoing
It was an interesting conversation, to say the least. She was very proud of her religion and tried no end to make me see that it was the 'only true, logical religion.' She had some great angles. But I'm still not convinced. She told me to ask her anything so I asked her what came first, the chicken or the egg. She said that when Allah had created the world he had created two of everything, so naturally the chicken had come before the egg. Ok. Good answer. I then asked the old, if Adam and Eve were the only people and they had two sons, who did they all have sex with to populate the world? Apes? No. They had sex with each other. So I said, 'So you're saying it was incest?' She said no and that it was a need of the time so it wasn't incest. Mmmmm. Not convinced. She was so amazed that I lived my life 'without a purpose'. She kept asking me if I could tell her why I was on the earth and not follow a path. I couldn't give her the words she wanted. I said I couldn't be a part of religion as I couldn't follow something I didn't believe in and I didn't agree with any one religion. Then she wanted to know about David and my relationship. Bit too many personal questions for my liking so I tried to avoid them as best I could. We always say we're married for convience, so she wanted to know what we did on our wedding night. I could have given her a number of options that I've heard about but decided to say we just talked about our future. But she wanted to know more, like how you know how many times to have sex. How many times is suitable per week? Once? (!!!!) When I told David he said I should have said three times a day (how unusual) but I said however many times you want to have sex. I pity the poor chap her parents set her up with! I also asked her loads of other things, like, do they have sex education in school in Pakistan and she thought I meant sex in school (ha! How much of a laugh would that be!). But I explained that it was important for boys and girls to know how each others' bodies work (eg, menstration so that men understand what goes on). But she said no, they don't need it. Like hell they don't!!!! Anyway, she pleaded with me not to forget her. I won't because it was interesting talking with her. But I have to admit, I have forgotten her name. Oops.
At the Regale we got our old room back and did nothing for a few days. Bit of readig, washing, chatting and generally lazing about. We thought we should get our asses into gear and get over to India. Melvin the Irish guy decided to tag along for the ride. We got local buses out to the border, me segregated in the front by a metal and mesh fence. You'd think it was a jail van. It was very crowded in the ladies section. Especially when the big bummed women decide to squash 6 lard asses into a 4 seater. God! I was sat on from both sides! My thighs went numb. The little girl in front of my backpack kept picking her nose and I just hoped she was wiping the extracts onto her top and not onto my bag. After a lifetime, the women got up, releasing the blood flow back into my legs but stamping all over my feet as they exited. We were soon the only ones left on the bus. The driver asked us if we were going to India and when we said yes, he steamed off past the town and his official last stop. There was another bus ahead. He pushed the ticket boy off who ran after the other bus and made it stop. 'Chelo! Chelo!' (Go! Go!) they shouted. We ran to the other bus and were soon dropped at the border. Thanks guys!
We went to have our passports stamped and bags searched. The guys looked at our passports, stamped them asked if the bags were ours and sent us off towards no man's land and India.