January 26th, 2009 - Drove all over the south of Bali today. I would like to reiterate that driving a motorbike here is just a tad nerve racking. I am flabbergasted about the conspicuous lack of mass casualties on the roadways. Pleased, but flabbergasted. I think they start riding before they start walking. Imagine stacking your entire family (father, mother, two kids) on a moped and going out for a casual spin.
And you know you are good when you can negotiate traffic at 40mph while chatting on the cell phone or with four mattresses somehow rolled and strapped to the back. Or how about chickens, a food stand, or ten to twelve crates? Ain’t no thang.
How
can driving the wrong way down the highway seem like a good choice?
Are they intentionally playing chicken with whitey (i.e. me) or is it
normal to come as close as you can to a head on collision before
swerving? Dunno, but it sure gets the heart pumping. What
do you do when there no actual gas stations nearby? Sell gas out
of Absolut Vodka bottles, silly.
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| No petrol station? No problem. Absolut bottles do nicely. |
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