Munnar is a beutiful hill station in Kerala, famous for tea plantations. Thausands of dunams of tea spread around. It is really nice to see all the tea pickers (only women) at work. It appears that there is tea (and rice) in India as well (and plenty of) and not only in China.
At about 21.00, everything is closes and the town is dead.
The most interesting incident that happaned to me in Munnar was a sexual harresment. It has been about 2 months since the last time and actually I was starting to think what the hell is wrong with me? Don't the Indian men like me anymore???
So here is the story:
I was walking on the narrow crowded foot bridge while a man, walking in front of me to the opposite direction, while passing me, he pinched my thigh. Absorbing stories from other brave Israeli women, I immidately turned around and slapped him on his back and continued walking like nothing happaned.
Maybe it is the time now to tell the first incident that happaned long time ago (about 2 months):
On the train from Amritzar to Hardiwar (north India), I was sitting next to the
window. As the train was slowly approaching one of the stations, I felt something on my left breast. I looked down and saw a dark hand (so most probably an sexually frastrated Indian guy). I screamed and jumped to another seat. Imagine yourself, the guy was waiting there, just near the railway for a woman that will be seating just next to an opened window. Unfortauntly, in this case, I could not hit him, everything happaned so fast and the train was going.
It was the first and last time that I took the 1st class coach and as Ayelet (my friend) and me were discussing about is afterwards, this is what you get for the expensive 1st class ticket: wild sex.
I prefer the quiet 2nd sleeper coach.
Looking back, it was really funny.
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