Elephanta and hawt monkey luv

[jawnbc]

After a night of "where is he? where's his body? his neck, his back, his fine firm belly? his...you know?" I managed to get myself together and out the door shortly after 09h00. Today's agenda was pretty straightforward:

-Elephanta island (and its cave temples)
-HSBC (since no other Indian bank seems to like my ATM card)
-lunch
-shower, checkout and off to the airport
-call muh baby
-fly Mumbai-Nagpur
-check in with conference folks, hotel etc.
-sleep

Elephanta Island is the permanent residence of some 1,500 villagers, and is the most popular day trip from Mumbai.it's a mere 4km or so from the mainland, but that part of Mumbai is under military control: the journey from the Gateway of India (l8r Lord Mountbatten) takes about an hour each way. Mumbai harbour is gross and Indians seem intent to keep it so; Gawd forbid there be wastebins--or that anyone use the few available. The street/harbour/floor is so much easier--especially when there are Dalits ("Untouchables") to clean your shite (quite literally) after you. Still the breeze was fresh, the were no shoparazzi, and there was a hawt gay boy to perv on the journey (both boats; to he I was nothing). BTW still haven't loaded this dangerous weapon . . .

I paid for the VIP boat: $3, including a guided tour of the caves. So it took me about 4 minutes to cotton on that the fella regaling me with info wasn't "the guide" but "a guide". But the few bucks it cost me would perhaps pay for his university fees next year. No biggie. And he* was great--funny, informative, took me on a different route to avoid the groups. The cave temples were pretty kewl, though some 19th century efforts to "preserve" them with iron bars and concerete really were a big bad boo-boo. There were so many Sívas you'd sít yourself. And a few good Ganesha's too. And two lingam, which he demurely neglected to mention were phallic symbols. Besides, they were pretty big: even sunsmogseahorse would need a lot of lube and amyl to accomodate one of these big boys.

When we came out, it was time for monkeyvision! First a few single baby monkeys being all shy and stuff. Then daddymonkey securing the perimeter and glaring at us. Then mamamonkey and some babies, scurrying about it. Really it was all I could've asked for. And then I looked up, and it's monkey-in-the-tree. Except monkey-in-the-tree is wanking--no, make that attempting auto-felatio! From the way he posed for my shots you'd think he were a seasoned adult entertainer.

Then it became clear. As I turned to leave monkey-in-the-tree, I came across a conjugal monkey couple. They weren't banging, but Ma was alternating between grooming Dad's privates (from and back, wink-wink), and overtly wanking him/probing his anus. Dad's response was languid--hey, we've all been there, right? But when junior jumped in, I'd had enough. I couldn't get on that boat quickly enough--I mean, incest--ew!


Back in Mumbai I found the HSBC pretty quickly, then toddled to Colaba for a lovely thali veggie lunch. I had time to jump in the shower and check out for my 4pm taxi to the airport. My driver, a Sikh fella, performed admirably in rush hour: took just under an hour. I checked in for my flight, rang querrelle, and boarded on-time--how un-Indian! Then we sat on the tarmac for 30 minutes--how Indian! But we arrived fine, the host committee was there to greet us, I got to my hotel reasonably quickly (it's at the airport), and had some room service for dinner.

And took a sleeping pill, after last night's sad, sad, lonely time






*For all my socialist/socialesquer catterwaling, I've no ear for India names, so most folks are remembered as gskpryysru

Comments

[kosseferal.livejournal.com]

Hi Jawn, I'm back to readign you and this was loads of fun.


Yes, monkeys are grotty little things. You never heard of Bonobos?
They have sex any which way they can, frequently and enthusiastically. I very much doubt they have any kind of innate restrictions against incest, either.

Can't believe the guide avoided mention of the linghams. They're not exactly overlookable.

Any pics of all this?

[danbearnyc.livejournal.com]

Is El Ephanta the younger, butcher sister of La Infanta?

[sunsmogseahorse.livejournal.com]

Saucy minx.

[timbear.livejournal.com]

Last time I was in India I completely discraced myself. Got off the flight which was refueling, went to the bar with the (hot, but oh so straight) guy that was sitting next to me. It was about 2am, and we had to walk a LONG way to the bar. Of course, they only tannoyed us in the bits of the airport CLOSE to the aircraft. We were the last ones back on after the little chap with the radio had finally found us. SUCH glares from the other passengers as we walked to the very back section of the aircraft.

Your adventures sound so much less embarrasing!