So my next moto ride was a bit scary! Feeling a bit giddy myself anyway, I felt like a doll on the back of a motorbike, very liable of falling off. It's cheaper than a tuk tuk, and so I thought I'd stick with my motos. They seem to drive so fast! Maybe I wouldn't mind if I had a set of pleathers on me, or at least a helmet! We seemed to swerve in front of quite a few cars, and after going up a dead end he did a sharp turn around which I thought would be the end of me. What is it with these moto drivers?! I wouldn't be surprised if they were on something. Actually, they really might be! A few times I've gone and have walked past several moto drivers, they ask if I want a ride, and then whisper in my ear if I want some drugs, namely marjuana. I probably would have been shocked, except thankfully there is a warning about them in the guesthouse I'm at.
So despite having two American, fairly decent TV channels to choose from, I feel like a trapped human in my little hotel room at night. It gets so boring! My only means of communication is my phone and entertainment is a book or the TV. I don't even have a computer to play on! It doesn't help that I'm slowly being wound up by my hands and feet itching constantly and rather painfully. It gets so frustrating!
I had thought that I'd maybe go to Kratie seeing as I was now on drugs, but I don't really feel up for travelling. I'm not looking forward to the flights home, or the next two weeks of waiting, nor is there anyway to speed up the going home, or the wait. Oh this is such fun!
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