Another Shitty Day in Paradise

I’m back in Bangkok.  A stroke of bad luck finally tainted an otherwise perfect trip.  My dirtbike died.  At first I thought it was out of gas as I do occasionally have these absent-minded-professor spells.  So I went and got gas and she started up and died again a few minutes later.  It was 10pm and the shop said to worry about it in the morning, so I forgot about it for the night.  I woke up the next morning with poison ivy.  And not on my front like I had brushed against some while riding, but on the backs of my legs and arms like I laid in it.  So itchy and bent out of shape I went to the dealer where the mechanic and I rode on his scooter to the bike.  I was sure at this point that it was going to start right up, or he’d say, “you no turn key,” and make me look like an idiot.  But he tried everything I tried the night before and no start.  So I rode back to the dealer on the scooter while he pushed the bike back, where I told them I refused to pay for a broken bike, we settled on what amounted to about a dollar.  I decided that since I had given the best bike in Pai poison ivy, that it was time to skip town.  It was one of those, “we are booked for two days, but you can leave in 30 minute” deals where I was on a bus before I knew it.  The kind of split minute decision you can only do while traveling alone, because there was no time to wait for a girl to get ready or your buddy to take a dump.  Only time to get the hell outta dodge.  Now I’m going to go talk to my favorite little travel agent and see if she can get my itchy ass to Vietnam tomorrow.  

~ by deanius on November 10, 2007.