When I was 16 I went solo backpacking in South America and was so scared and lonely – it was a few days after leaving the UK and I’d never done anything like this before. I needed to get a 24 hour coach and so found a comfy seat and sat down but soon after a man in his 50s or 60s sat next to me and put his hand on my leg. There wasn’t really much room for manoeuvre and I didn’t want to embarrass him in the off-chance that he didn’t realise what he was doing. For the whole journey I would try to position my blanket in between us but I would look down soon after and he’s wiggled his disgusting hand onto or underneath my legs.
