The cruel fate has asked misery to weave (or tailor made) this painful situation.
“So this is new”, said the man with a thick Australian accent on my right.
“Yeah, it is Mate”, replied his friend sitting on my left.
So we three must resemble to an onlooker as the 3 wise monkeys.
I was getting quite uncomfortable. The man on the right was laughing. The man on my left was singing Diana Ross, ‘I am coming out’.
“Come on man”, said the man on my right,“Sing with us”.
“You know we are sitting on squat toilets in a public bathroom (in China). We don’t have boundaries and doors. The people are literally laughing, seeing us. And you want me to sing”? I cried aloud.
“Yeah”, he said calmly.
As I tried to look up, a fart broke on my right and I weirdly remember singing Liberman song line, “Killing me softly”. Must be the effect of the gas.
I wonder how the women of this independent tour group are coping up?