We're in India. To amuse myself I'm playing a game. Count the number of men sh#tting by the side of the railway track. At first I though it was some sort of national sport played in the cricket off season but soon realised that the reason may be one of bad timing. The areas near the tracks form a natural barrier from the road where a guy can relax with nature. The bloke is halfway through his morning function having forgotten that the only train of the day is due. The man has to squatt there brave faced while 2000 bored people point at him thankful of some distraction. Still can't work out if the facial expression is embarrasment or simple straining. We've bought an old Enfield Motorbike. No sure the wisdom of the plan but
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