Pop My Cherry

OK, when I left off last time I had jumped on a plane and was flying to the little Indian Himalayan town of Leh. This beautiful little town is nestled in the rocky deserts of the mountainous Himalaya's at an altitude of approximately 3,500m. Flying there was an experience in itself, having left so early in the morning, the sun was rising over the mountains as we flew into Leh, which was breath-taking in itself, but with Bob Marley in synthasiser samba as the soundtrack, who could ask for more =P, me....I also managed to pop off a few illegal photos of the mountains from the plane window. As I found out later, there is increased security up there being so close to the border with China and Pakistan that someone taking photos could be a spy looking for military information (I could picture myself as the Mata Hari of India). We arrive at the airport in Leh and already Im feeling much more relaxed, jump in a taxi with a couple of Austrians and head off in search of the perfect guest house, and bada boom bada bang, the first one we look at is perfect, welcome to us at Siman GH. The reason we knew this guest house was perfect was because we spent a day searching the town for better and couldnt find it, it didnt help that on that particular day the Dalai Lama was in town teaching and the whole town had shut up shop. Well, we nestled in and after a cocky first day where I felt great and went for a walk, I spent the next day lying in bed in complete agony, waiting for my head to explode, this is all thanks to that darling little thing called altitude sickness. Luckily, thats all that happened and the next day I was back on track. Well, I suppose I should describe the area. It was like being back in Alexandra, the area was dry, rocky desert mountains with little green oasis' where the town was, with lots of poplar trees and willows, with the odd snow capped mountain in the distance....beautiful. They have so many gardens here and grow their own veges and fruit with apricots and apples (funnily enough) being their main crop. They also have wheat fields surrounding the town. CJ and I found the markets and enjoyed the 'fruits' of our labour in a primal nut frenzy back at the guest house in the form of a bag of walnuts and us trying to get into them. It was like something out of 2001: A Space Odyssey or the computer scene in Zoolander depending on what era you come from. Oh, and did I mention the bakeries here, so much bread, and good bread too, so much for losing weight and sticking to my diet! Well, the people here are a relief too, there is a mix of races here with the main ones being Tibetan and Ladakhi, and they are really nice and not in your face. And the Monks! Well, they are so different to what I expected. I always thought of Tibetan Monks as being these peaced out, blissed out staunch in their culture types. I couldn't be further from the truth. They were all walking around in their traditional robes with the added twist of skate shoes, addidas tops over their robes and sunnies on, they looked soooo cool. And normally being woken up at 5 am would be kinda annoying but the chanting to prayers over the loud speaker in the morning and evening was actually kinda relaxing and nice, I almost felt completely blissed out myself. And they are so friendly too, willing to stop and chat. My next big adventure in Leh was to seek out a great massage after being so spoilt in Thailand, so CJ found this little place on the main drag that we went to with these Indian women there practicing Aryvedic Massage. We head downstairs which resembled a dungeon, and taken into a little room each with our own 'massage therapist' and my lady told me to undress and just stood there looking at me, so, being the prudish westerner that I am, I waited for her to leave. She looked at me funny and I asked if she wanted me to strip right now, she said 'yes', so I asked if there was a towel I needed to wrap up in. She just giggled at me 'you western woman' was all she said, so I took it to mean 'get my gears off', so I did. There I was standing there in all my naked glory while she looked me up and down, paying particular attention to my boobs, she seemed very facinated much to my discomfort. So, I hopped up on the table and lay there prone while she covered my from head to foot in oil