This time, I knew how to get it started, which gave the appearance of knowing what I was doing. However, when I exited the shop, instead of turning left, I lost my ability to maneuver and went straight towards the jewelry shop across the street. I almost went in. I turned and looked at the guy who just gave me the bike who was now sprinting towards me, looking frantic. I shouted, 'don't worry, I've done this before' and was off. Being on the left side wasn't so bad, just follow the crowd. I shortly realized that the traffic is about the same as Nha Trang and turning is the scariest thing in the world. For that reason, I found myself only making left hand turns. So here I am, going in circles when an oncoming car decides to pass the person in front of them and pushes me into the 10" high curb. I caught it with my shoe, but it was messy. From that point forward, I was scared shitless. I stopped to collect myself and get Petrol from a road side stand that poured the gas from an Absolute Vodka bottle. Once I was composed, I headed off again, continuing only to turn left. One of my turns landed me going the wrong way on a one way street. I saw this as the final sign that I should return the motorbike and call it a day.
I was back at the rental shop within 45 minutes of my departure. The guy at the shop looked as relieved as I felt when I drove back in.
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Co-pilot available = one ticket to Bali. CB
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