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Travelling definitely takes you well and truly out of your comfort zone, whilst also making you feel truly alive all at the same time.
When you find your self zooming through city traffic on the back of a motor bike taxi, bare arms, bare legs and if you have got a helmet on at all, its no more substantial than a plastic builders hat. The driver often using one hand to check his phone and then not even looking where you are going as you round the bend to a pagoda, and the smell of (hopefully last nights) booze oozing out of his pores is unmistakable, I often have to ride along with my eyes shut!
And then your new friend tries to offer you and your husband a lift home on the back of the bike, he's been drinking rum since 11am and its now 10pm, you make awkward declines about Tim's legs being too long and you're a bit scared etc but he seems really offended, its hard to explain you just cannot do this.
In the last month we have been squashed into back seats of cars designed for half the number of people, bumped and bashed along miles of unmade roads with more potholes than not, bounced along for hours on trains enjoying the scenery, but also watching the faces of the locals to see when the bouncing has reached beyond normal and is straying into "we are imminently about to derail" territory. We'd rattled along in battered old tuk-tuks, swerved around windy roads in local buses and puttered along the river by boat but we still couldn't wait to see what our next adventure offererd.
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