Found: morals....please advise how to proceed
Trip Start Dec 28, 2004
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we finally reach this town/village. i would estimate about 1500 people living in the area so it wasnt really tiny or anything. i guess westerners are not a commmon sight since i was nearly surrounded by grimy little youths as soon at the moto stopped. the driver had decided to stop and have a beer and a meal (on me of course). this is where the surreal part comes in. the moto driver stopped at a little mom and pop stand (they are all mom and pop stands really) which was of course run by mom and pop and their daughter. as the driver was eating and drinking he merrily chatted away with our hosts. after about 10 minutes he turns to me and asks me if id be interested in buying their daughters virginity since the parents were very eager to exploit such a valuable commodity. roughly half a can of coke passed through my nose when i finally understood what he was trying to say. i had equal trouble dealing with the pain in my sinuses and trying to make sense of where my peaceful evening had led to. dont ask me the going rate because even i have a moral standard (surpised the hell out of me too guys) and im not about to start a bidding process on some 11-12 year old girl.
having finished the meals and thanked the owners we dispatched the throngs of children that were coming from far afield to check out whitie. climbing back on the moto we started the journey back to the hotel. on the horizon, the setting sun was blocked out by huge ominous thunderheads. the moto driver assures me that its only going to rain a few drops. flash forward 10 minutes and we are in a torrential down pour on a moto bike going down what was once a dirt road but which is now a thick soupy material. my brave chaeuffer trudges on and sure enough i feel the tires lose traction and then he spills the friggin bike doing about 20mph. luckily for me, my first moto accident occured in ankle deep mud so it was like skidding across a gnarly ass slip and slide (for those of you keeping track, i have now used the word gnarly 3 times in this decade). we recover ourselves and hop back on the bike and through a constant downpour that pelted my skin like shotgun pellets (felt like i was dick cheney's hunting partner). we eventually made it back to the hotel, drenched to the bone but otherwise unscathed other then the mind fuck (sorry no other phrase fit here) that that girls parents laid down on me. im not a big believer in god or anything like that and i have more then a few disagreements with westen civilization and more specifically the bush administration, but sometimes you just realize how lucky you are not to be born in utter poverty, not to be born in a place where selling your daughter is a feasible retirement oppurtunity. despite all our differences and the bullshit that is ungoing, we're lucky.