Blog 33: Boys Peeing on Wall

Trip Start Dec 10, 2009
Trip End Jan 14, 2010

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Flag of India  , Karnataka,
Thursday, January 7, 2010

           I had initially named this blog: A Few of My Un-favorite Things, but upon inspecting my blog settings at, I learned that the most viewed picture I had was one with a caption that read: "Boys Peeing on Wall".  Evidently that title really brought in a steady stream of viewers, so to speak.  It was like beta-prostate for the infrequent reader's bladder.  Since I now know that urination alleviates the old literary prostate, there will be new titular-gems for every blog hereafter with winners like: “Boys Peeing on Taj Mahal”; “Boy’s Peeing While Para-sailing”; “Boys Peeing While Riding Royal Enfields”; “Stream of Consciousness: Is It Really Just Mental or Is There a Reason I Wake Up Soaking Wet?”; and my favorite, “Boys Peeing on Beach While Enjoying $8 lobster”; on second thought, who hasn’t done that a time or two while visiting Hoboken, New Jersey.

            The reason I wanted to write about a few of my un-favorite things is because they involve the nuances of travel that come with the breathtaking tea plantation landscapes or the early dawn mountain sunrise trekking, but many travel-blogging-optimists refuse to fully acknowledge the more negative aspects that naturally accompany traveling in foreign lands.  There are so many un-favorite details about transportation related nasties that I have decided to break this blog into a three part series called “Boys Peeing on Your Happiness I, II, & III”. 

            Probably one of my most un-favorite experiences when traveling is traveling itself; let me explain: transportation and getting around from one place to the next is typically uncomfortable, exhausting, and many times, full of “Assertive Mark” time, which is an anomaly that shows up in foreign countries and on the construction site.  Assertive Mark is the Mr. Hyde to the kindly Dr. Jekyll—he is needed while traveling but must not be allowed to run amok in America unless he is driving on the California freeways. 

            A typical “on the road again” experience goes something like this: we find a place we love and throw down roots for three to eight days, but as much as we would love to stay in that place, we also want to see a million and one other destination points before the trip is over, which means we have to secure transportation to said places.  Transportation can cover myriad forms of locomotion, but usually comprises four norms: train, bus, tuk tuk, and walking; bicycles and motorcycles should be included but they are rarely the vehicles used for traveling from one locale to the next.

            We had spent over a week in Goa and loved every second of it, but after we parted ways with Jesse (he was on his way back to Singapore) we decided it was high time to pack the bags and head south to Kerala (pronounced: Care-a-la).  Kerala is a land of backwaters, rivers, swamps, mountains, hills, ocean coastlines, lakes, and National Parks/Preserves, which means the only way down there is by train.  Normally, in India, if you are planning on booking 1st Class A/C Chairs or Sleeper Seats, you have to book four days in advance, unless you are traveling during the monsoon season.  We didn’t do that.  We went to a booking station (Tourist Info STD Shop—and no, STD does not mean the same thing here in India) and tried to book passage the following night to Cochi; however, we found out all trains were booked up to three days, which meant instead of traveling by train we would be going by bus to Mangalore and afterward taking a train from Mangalore to Cochi.  The price was half of the direct to Cochi route, and it left the following night, but it also meant a lot of transferring and moving from tuk tuk to bus; bus to tuk tuk to hotel; hotel to tuk tuk to train; train to tuk tuk to our destination in Cochi.

            We boarded a sleeper bus in Anjuna/Goa and the raucous and rumpus adventure of my un-favorite things began, but since this is a three part series, “Boys Peeing On Your Happiness” will be continued in the next hair raising, bed-wetting, seat-wiping, mind flushing fluff guaranteed to fill your diapers with frequency, ammonia, and that ubiquitous liquid we all call number 1 …

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Mom on

LOL! Great story! Certainly no shortage of pee!

kyla on

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