"I've never driven a motorcycle with someone on the back before."
I say this as I am driving my motorcycle with someone on the back.
On a highway.
"Don't worry about it, just take it slow."
During the course of our trip, my friend is asking or telling me something in thai. I have absolutely no idea what he's trying to mime to me. Miming while on a motorcycle is difficult.
It's only WAY later that I realize what he was saying.
After scouting the night bazaar looking for people to share with, I return to my bike to find that I have a flat tire.
It is late at night, in Chiang Mai, and I have NO idea where I can get this fixed.
After standing around for a few minutes looking helpless, some Thais start asking me what's up with my bike.
One person starts telling me where to go, only to be cut off by 3 other people speaking various dialects telling me either the same thing or different thing.
Eventually, a map is drawn, and I walk my bike to the store.
"This is an easy fix" I'm told, as the man is literally hammering my wheel for a reason I'm not totally sure about.
As I drive away, I just can't stop being thankful.
I'm thankful for this tire.
I'm thankful for the little thai that I know to navigate to get to the store.
I'm thankful for the place being close.
I'm thankful for being in Thailand. I really am.