Today it was Bruno's wish to rent a moped and hit the road. He could hardly sleep last night with excitment. I could hardly sleep for the images going through my mind of us squished dead between two lorries. This morning I sent him off with a lengthy list of measures to be taken if I was going to get on the back. The first was that we both had a helmet (not a given here). The list continued towards what I hoped would bring us somewhat closer to EU safety standards.
I'll give Bruno this much, he did come back with two helmets.
In all fairness, as my series of yelps and screams increased at my rising terror at each major junction, Bruno drove like angel, and didn't do the typical bloke thing of 'proving' that there was nothing to be scared of.
If imminent death on a Thai highway wasn't enough to bring out the Rescue Remedy, the reason we rented a moped in the first place was to go to a tiger sanctuary. Not as in cute sedated tigers in cages. As in, wild roaming tigers. Not in cages. no bars. No nothing. Just to make sure, on the walk to the tigers (through various other dangerous animals), the same sign was repeatedly shown, reminding you that were you to die in the jaws of a predator, the sanctuary took no responsibility.
Below is a photo of me with some tigers. They may well look half asleep, but I call that still alive and ready to pounce.
I was wearing brown trousers so it was less embarrasssing when I shat my pants.
(p.s., round his neck is only a collar. He's not chained up or anything.)
Get your motor runnin', head out on the highway!!
