Paul's number one rule about riding a bike in Thailand:
Don't.
My newly-redesigned, much-maligned, oft-neglected, yet still wondrously varied and endlessly sardonic travel blog. Now dodging careening taxis and seeking out odd edibles in Kathmandu, Nepal
6 comments:
pfft its all good,except when men in tight uniforms stop you to grab their daily farang bonus.
Oh No! Paul, if I can learn to drive a stick in the middle of the night, you can learn to ride a bike in Thailand.
I think I can I think I can...
LOL, Daniel! Now that's an interesting view!
Thailand Gal
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I mean in Portugal, that is where I learned the stick.
We found ourselves in Lisbon with a rented car on reservation. Duh! It is a manual transmission. Automatics are... well... I guess they are against the law or something.
So on a dark night, at a busy airport and a highway going north into the countryside of a foreign land...
I tried to visualise in my mind how the whole thing was suposed to work and I just , well, learned.
Alas Poor Renault Clio, your cluch must bear the painful marks of sacrifice on its worn and worried, um , clutch.
The End
Hey: "Will from the internet", I think kgr1 was looking for Paul's story ;)
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