Mr Bottle, Banging Travellin Man

So the days progressed, the barman tried to hook me up with a pro. “High class, only the best, beautiful, such a lovely body, and kisses, to die for”
“Almost a virgin, aye” I replied

He looked at me, a strange cloud covered his face, then the sunshine appeared, his smile was infectious, he giggled, I giggled, he laughed, I laughed, everyone looked … aww stuff em. We became good friends, sorta, everytime I saw him after that, he would just crack up and a couple of times I heard him say “Almost a virgin, that is so funny
man”

I had reconnected with myself, I enjoyed my own company again. I explored nearly every day, out the front, hop on the bus, and see where it took me. One day, sitting on the wooden bench, bouncing up and down, looking out the window, not missing much, calling out to anyone who was walking …. in pidgin…. (see, when you go overseas, for christ sake, just read a book about where you are going, it will always stand you in good stead,there the lesson endeth, ok)

I knew a smattering of the good words, greeting, goodbye, and a whole bunch of the naughty ones, late one night in the bar, its amazing what a free round of drinks, will loosen tongues

I saw the little girl a few more times, in she would hop, look at me, smile and sit on my lap. Once, she spied another little tacker sitting in her spot and gave the poor little bugger a mouthful, grabbed her, and pulled her away. I don’t know to this day, who the adult was, I was sorta hoping it was a relative, she lifted the little girl almost to the roof of the bus, I found out later, sharing is their most important lifestyle, so ended up with two, one on each lap, a pedo’s dream, lol.

After four or five days of this, going in one direction and then another, I had seen so much that others missed, and I still had a huge supply of buttons left, talk about cheap. Walking back through the foyer, dirty and dusty, but full with just joy of being alive, I heard
“Hey, Traveller” I kept walking.
“Hey Traveller” turning, there looking at me were a bunch of the staff, my dirty word tutor in amongst them.
“Who Me?”
“Yeah you Mr, everyone knows your the Travelling Man and the Bottle Man”

This I must tell you, one day, on the bus, there was the minister, and he was having trouble opening his bottle of pop/soda/soft drink, but for ease of explanation, lets call it Coke.

There was a smoker just in front of me, …is’nt there always …. and I asked to borrow his lighter, put it in my hand, asked for the bottle of drink, from the minister, and opened it, like magic … I can’t explain this trick, it’s magic ….hence, the Bottle Man … thank God, I did’nt hook up with the offered pro, I could just imagine …. “Hey Mr Bottle, Banging, Travellin Man”

I like this place so much, I went to the police station and asked for a visitors extension. So many more places to see.

The Incredible Pooh @2009

Mr Bottle, Banging Travellin Man

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Joined June 2009

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