TRANSPORT

My first ride on a motorbike… lets just say…was a total exercise in surrender. We were on back roads riding with short sleeves and no helmets, narrowly avoiding cows, wild dogs, pigs, children, not to mention various types of other vehicles. On choppy semi paved streets, the sound of random horns filling the air, every turn seemed a new jungle path. And with every moment I knew I was relinquishing control. I didn’t know where we were or where we were going. And there where no signs leading the way.

Riding behind my guide I realized I had 3 choices: hold him tightly, grab the handle behind me or raise my arms to the sky… I made certain to try all 3.