Monday, March 22, 2010
I Wore a Helmet, Dad!
I swore I wouldn't do it, but I guess this is what happens when traveling with a Scottish boy. After a few days of tubing in Vang Vieng I decided I had to get closer to the epic mountains off in the distance. Since I didnt want to take a tuk-tuk and a regular bike was FAR too much work, the next best choice was a motorbike! Daddy, I wore a helmet and was VERY careful. You did it in the 60's, I was just trying to be like you! LOVE YOU!!!
Neil and I cruised through the mountains while humming the theme song to Jurassic Park, it seemed appropriate.
I have no idea how to ride one of these things, so it is best that my first try at it was on the roads in Laos where you see maybe a car every 20 minutes and a cow every 2 seconds. They are pretty easy to get around, just honk and yell.
We made our way over a Temple of Doom bridge with kids chasing us and waving to stop and play. I dont know if they knew what to make of freckles; they probably just thought I was splattered with dirt. Then we climbed into the abyss of a cave, only armed with flashlights. Neil was really scared...I was so brave. Not scared at all, nope, not even a little bit.
The trip was so epic and wonderful and I never wanted it to end. If only I was bad-ass to ride one of those at home. Don't worry, Dad, I will keep with the Hyundai.