Well, I can honestly say that I do not recall another 13-hour day of immersion in a culture, learning history and experiencing what we did. These video clips, which I successfully transferred and published without the aid of my tech supervisor son, give a glimpse into one tiny aspect of the day.
This was the Cyclo ride. I am on a plush seat on the front of a bicycle being pedaled by my 75-year old chauffeur. I would insert another clip showing the intersections we navigated with buses, vans, hundreds of motorcycles/mopeds/vespas/bicycle-laden peddlers as we slowly were weaving in and out of traffic, however I clearly missed those opportunities as I sat in front saying my prayers.
The evening afforded us another mode of transport – a Vespa! This tour was rather disconcerting at first. That ride placed each of our threesome on the back of a bike putting our lives into the hands of experienced drivers who once again, do a dance in the streets with every other motorized vehicle. I have no clips for that as I was afraid I would drop my phone!
But the scariest thing we did was the train. Yes – we had something of a “Risky Market” here. We had front row seats to this event, however the train rumbling through the markets and coffee shops was not slowly making its way through the narrow track, rather whooshing by swiftly and causing me to fear I would be swept into it and severely maimed. Once again, too afraid to video that event. I was concentrating on leaning back as far as I could!
I rest easily now, grateful that my guardian angel was on duty.
