I went to the market today to get some pants and a washcloth.... I was surprised to see only one scooter by the market... but oh well. so I went about taking pics of the wonderful food and then liesurely came out to be on my way....not so fast.
I first bought a plastic bag and an elastic deal to hold the bad to the bike.... fun...just like home.... then I went back for the pants....
but when I came out... I found my bike chained to another with a large padlock and a paper on my handlebar
oh oh.
A little man with a bike was ever so happy to tote me to the police station..what am I to do. I had an idea it was near the street with the donut man...but ok I will take a ride. When you enter, you take a number. That is going to do me a great deal of good since i don't know thai numbers and there is no electronic thing like we have at home. I found #31 in the room and actually she could speak english...so waited until the number after her. But wait....I have no passport..Mr Jaguar has it in exchange for the motorbike... oh well....
After I paid 400 bht...about $15. Someone called ahead and the lock was taken off and Mr. Bike peddled me back to the bike. I gave him 100 bht and then went off to Angel's to chat and buy a nice silver braclet.
1 comment:
I would have been a nervous wreck! You certainly are good at rolling with the punches!!!
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