My first trip to the San Francisco suburbs using the Muni - the metro rail system.
An excellent journey. As the snake winds through the tunnel it comes out of its hole once outside the main city area. The train then becomes the tram winding its way through the streets. Stopping in between roads. People hopping off and hopping on.
It took me to the Ocean Beach. San Francisco's very own full fledged beach.
Families playing around. Some completely engrossed building their castles of sand. Here most men are like my father. They get fun out of small activities even when they are adults. Flying kites, playing with sand, flying planes.
Tanned bodies strutting their stuff. Handsome and beautiful dogs fetching the odd balls and frizbees. The ugly Chihuhaha rendering the owners even uglier.
Odd couples finding each other with a vengence. An ugly obese pan caked woman hanging around with a large torsoed Mexican. Kissing and slobberring. And looking beautiful and vulgar.
Even our own Bhabiji indulging in PDA and getting embarrassed by their brethren from the South East. As if she was saying "Oh sorry! I got carried away. Mera husband se control nahin hota." An apologetically glance thrown at us.
But I cant blame them. Even Gandhi would have found it difficult to stay away from his spouse.
Young men surfing the waves. Young boys and girls learning the tricks. All the tricks. Bay Watch style coast guards flaunting their bodies. Their chest thrusting walk makes them look so unhealthily crooked. They try and walk macho but end up looking like aliens. But no Pam Andersons to be spotted. They are only for the show.
Bikini clad women looking completely clothed. They look so comfortable in their nakedness. You actually dont notice their nakedness. You struggle to feel excited. Where is the fun if you can see everything?. Our low waist wearing, armpit exposing desis in India are greater turn ons.
We walked the shore, sat the beach. Two faggots, condemned to such a life. It will be few months till we can flaunt female kinds once again. Till then I am condemned to think of my smallness. $3000 is beyond my Indian means - cash or kind.... actually a bloody Indian mind.
P.S. - Photos will uploaded in due course.