One of our tuc tuc drivers welcoming us back, peering at me from under the bike canopy where he'd been dozing from the heat. I never felt his smile to be the false, and a welcome change from say, the sour expression a London cabbie will give you. Especially as his bike spluttered to a halt a couple of times as he drove us through the flooded streets. The ensuing frantic kick-starts and wiping of spark plugs ensured he earned his eventual tip!
Tuesday 29 November 2011
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