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Despite not having much material wealth, the people of Thailand are some of the happiest and nicest I’ve come across in my travels. There are probably a number of studies hypothesizing as to why this might be the case. I just think they are overjoyed that they’ve survived their most recent ride on their motorized scooter.
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http://consistentcare.org/?x=silver-nitrate-drugs-and-viagra On a recent trip to Phuket, I rented a scooter for 24 hours—though I’m not quite sure why—and lived to tell about it, though I’m not sure how. Below are a few tips from yours truly in case you find yourself behind the wheel of a motorbike in Thailand.
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I had been on my scooter for less than 10 minutes and was cresting a steep hill that took me out of the craziness of Patong Beach toward the less crowded beaches of Karon and Kata to the south when a man walked across the street followed closely by a full-grown elephant. With no fanfare at all, he waved at the oncoming traffic to stop, as if they had a choice. And you thought a deer could damage your front end. For a split second, I wondered why he wasn’t using a leash of any kind before it donned on me that unless your elephant leash is attached to a redwood at the other end, no one but Dumbo has a say in where he goes. The point of the story is this: the “Scooter Hits Elephant” headline is on par with “Ant Meets Sneaker.” Heed the signs: break for elephants.
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Despite a hair-raising taxi ride from the airport (more on that later), it took all of two days for me to cave in and rent a scooter from the stand in my hotel parking lot. There were beautiful coastlines to explore, quaint Thai neighborhoods to experience and a giant Buddha to see. Places my sandals weren’t going to take me. And, besides, how bad could a Thai emergency room really be? The scooter cost just 400 Thai Baht for a 24-hour rental, less than $13 USD. I filled the tank for $8 and on that I could have driven to Vietnam and back, though I’m quite certain it would be safer to swim across the Gulf of Thailand to get there. Upon handing over my passport as collateral, I received a three-minute tutorial in broken English from a 30-something man with an permanent grin that did nothing to set me at ease.
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Shortly after arriving in Phuket, I took a late-night taxi ride from the airport. On dark, winding roads we flew past motorbikes with no taillights at 70 m.p.h. Nearly every motorcyclist was in shorts and a tank top, with no helmet. As cars and other bikes overtook them at close range, they peered over their shoulders grinning from ear to ear. The excitement of their near-death commute was too much to disguise, I suppose. They were either masking fear or laughing at the absurdity with which they were careening between cars while flying up and down steep hills and around blind corners. It was as if they had resigned themselves to the fact that they could die at any moment and wanted to be sure they were wearing a smile in their final moments.
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Armed with the pertinent crash statistics I mentioned earlier, anyone who can spell the words TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY—or at least “brain” and “injury”—would tell you that it’s a good idea to wear a helmet on any kind of motorbike in Thailand, or anywhere really. Someone with just a little more common sense would tell you it’s good idea to take a taxi or walk. I’m not that smart, evidently. The locals seem to laugh at any helmet logic. Entire families of four pile onto motorbikes, with dad at the helm and two children sandwiched between he and mom, who is on the back. On the rare occasion in which any protective dome-wear is in use, it’s the father sporting it, which seemed strange to me. My rental came with a helmet, so I wore it. In fact, while a number of tourists seem to go shirtless with sandals, I went with a helmet and sneakers, figuring they would give me the best chance of retaining my toes in the event of a mishap. Call me what you will, but I can still count to ten using both feet.
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