Chicans

I don´t know what the word is in Spanish, but Chichan is Japanese for pervert. In Japan, chichans are taken as a given-- I feel that I have had my share of perverts beating off on trains, in passing cars (while following me running), in internet cafes, and even behind a bush. But apparently, the fun continues. I am sitting on the bus yesterday, not really feeling great to begin with, and this guy sits down next to me. Actually, to be more specific, he moved to sit next to me. I should have gotten up and moved at that point when I had a chance, but I was feeling sick and tired, so just stayed where I was. All that extra energy, you know. And I was asleep at the time - just woke up to him next to me. Lesson learned. So first (keep in mind this is a 7 hour trip), he would be ¨sleeping¨ and his hand would come to rest on my leg, like a fist at first, but then his palm, and then he is rubbing my leg. So I remove. This happened a couple times, and at first I was not sure if he was actually sleeping, -- it took a bit to move up to the rubbing. And personal space is much less an issue. For example, on one local bus, an indigenous woman completely fell asleep on me, with her baby.

Anyway, back to the bus at hand. Then I am sleeping (did not even get 10 minutes the night before, hence the tired), and he LIFTS UP my shirt (the side) and proceeds to be touching my stomach and side. For Fucks Sake. Removed. Then I am looking out the window and have my arm above my head, holding the back of my seat --crunched up as far away from him as I can. And he starts making like a bird in slow motion and is trying to fucking rub his forearms on my chest. My arms come down, he is pushed away. Well, at least that fucking gives Mr. Bird a free hand to undo his pants -- unbeknownst to the rest of the bus becuase he blocks the view with this big black case (musical instrument) that has been sitting on his lap. Fucking disgusting. I move. Thank God somebody got off the bus soon. And then, when the bus stops for a rest stop, he pauses by my new seat, acting like nothing has happened, explaining to me why we are at the rest stop, when we are going etc. Really, just an iota of shame, please.