Boobs Without Borders: A Woman’s Solo Travel in India

Saturday, March 27th, 2010

Boobs Without Borders

I was reminded of the joys of solo travel recently when I decided to part ways with my travel group while exploring rural Rajasthan, India’s jewel state. A water crisis in the early morning after a sleepless night had finally convinced me to move from the crummy noisy guesthouse to more comfortable accommodations in the town of Bikaner. There I luxuriated in my first hot shower and soft bed for months and slept like a baby.

The next day I caught a local bus (we had been traveling by car until then) and got myself acclimatized again to India’s version of public transportation. It was early morning and the bus heading for the six-hour journey to Ajmer was full. Settling into the bedlam, I move to make room for a woman who sits beside me and we smile at each other. As the day warms and the journey begins, we also warm to each other and begin to talk. Days of rough travel dissolve instantly after our first shy hesitant hello. Madhu and I exchange information about our lives, hopes and dreams; an hour and a half shared between two women in a rickety local bus rattling along the desert plains. We will never see each other again but I will think of her again and every time I do, it will be with fondness. I think the same also will happen in reverse. This kind of random real connection is why I love solo travel.

After Madhu got off the bus, I noticed a group of Gujurati women sitting together on their way to the Ajmer Dagarh. They talk amongst themselves about me and I understand enough Hindu to know they are being lovely and generous and curious.

womans solo travel in India Eventually we begin to share smiles and food and a conversation begins, questions are asked in broken English and fractured Hindi, and I manage to establish a bond through the exchange of everyday information about my family.

Then they want to look at photos of my family, then they want me to take their photos, I promise to send them to their home address, the bus passengers scurry for a pen and paper, we try to write in Hindi then English, the woman crowd around me and start asking me for something. I can’t understand why she is pointing to my breasts. She leans closer and whispers in my ear “BRA”.

“You want to see my bra?”

“No, I want you to send me a bra From Foreign.” It’s the first time anyone but my daughter has asked me to buy them a bra and I am a little astounded. “Well, why not?” I say. I wish someone would send me some bras from foreign too. Indian bras are designed for nuns and there is nothing very sexy about them. Plain serviceable and unimaginative is the nicest thing I can say about Indian Bras.

“Promise?”

I hate it when people make me promise to do something when the likelihood of me honoring that promise is slim, but the whole weight of Gujurati sisterhood is bearing down on me. I imagine for one minute what it would be like to be a village woman receiving a parcel “From Foreign”. I imagine the excitement it would cause and the hilarity of sending her a sexy black bra all lace and froth and bedecked with red ribbons.

“O god, alright I promise!” This is not enough. Now she tells me I may as well send something From Foreign for the baby in her daughter in laws womb in the same parcel. Luckily my stop appears and I leap to freedom, the women wave to me from the bus and I stand by the roadside choking on dust and promises and pollution. But if there is anyone out there who wants to send a sexy lacy red-ribboned size 36C bra to this woman in Gujurat, contact me for her address. Consider it as a random act of sisterhood.

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  3. well shit, here I was all upset because I couldn’t get facebook and twitter to talk to each other… really in a software snit… what a delight… although why women want to wear bras is beyond me… I do, but I’ve never had a comfortable one… have even asked an engineer or two about the design… but I digress… lovely post, makes my feet itch. Go ahead, send me the address… sounds like something I’d actually do.

    • Dian Emery says:

      Hi Anne,
      Thanks for the comment:) I’ll pass it on to Dianne, she’s traveling through India at the moment…
      I totally sympathize with your facebook, twitter struggles – we just went through the same issues!

  4. Quirky, Funny, Contagious. Wish there were more people in the world who wrote because they liked it. Keep it up gals.

    I don’t believe you were in Gujarat! When you travel, make sure you travel to Mumbai too!!

  5. Andi says:

    Haha, this was a fantastic post! Very much enjoyed it, especially since I’m off to India in 3 days!!!

  6. diana says:

    Hey i love this–I will send her a bra as well! :)
    Please email me the info!

    Diana

  7. Lauren Quinn says:

    Why not send a bra? A little hassle that will do a lot to boast the, um, spirits of these rural ladies… ;)

  8. Priya says:

    really loved this post! send me the address if u havent found a willing volunteer already…id be happy to send one to a totally random stranger and knock that off my list :)

  9. [...] on some friends and jumped a local bus in the dimly washed lemon light of a winter morning in rural Rajasthan. The early morning bus heading for the six-hour journey to Ajmer was full. Settling into the [...]

  10. Nandan says:

    Best wishes Dianne. My wife fwd-ed me the link sometime back, was able to read now only. You have a knack to write …. I liked when you say, …… choking of promise ….. in the end. I have myself sent prints to folks whom I met briefly on my travels,never heard back though, but would continue to do.

    Not sure which part of India you are currently in and promising what. He he.

    Good Luck.,

  11. inka says:

    Hilarious. A bra from foreign. Long live the world wide sister hood of sexy underwear lovers!!