I made it home in one piece. Just.

October 27th, 2008

I’m back home after the first leg of my Southeast Asia on a shoestring tour. I’ll be doing Singapore, Thailand, Malaysia, Laos and Burma early next year (I’m avoiding the wet season because tramping around in the mud is not my idea of fun). So far it has been fantastic and I’ve got some great stories and met lots of folk who were around in the 70’s. I’ve only told you a few stories because if I give everything away you won’t need to buy the book when it comes out :) . I say that I only just made it back in one piece because the day after Tony Wheeler left me to continue my bike tour around Bali I had a crash. Or more like someone crashed into me. Admittedly I was going very slow, but an older couple on a scooter tried to overtake me and when they attempted to avoid an oncoming car they clipped my bike and sent me flying in the air. Luckily, I only tore my knees up (and thank the Hindu gods that helmets are compulsory in Indonesia). The woman pillion passenger wasn’t so fortunate. She broke her arm. We then all then spent a few hours in a doctor’s surgery and at the local police station. It all worked out fine, though. A witness came forward and told the police it wasn’t my fault, so I didn’t have to pay a police ‘fine’ and, best of all, the doctor’s surgery wasn’t in the theme of my book – as in from 1974. The doctor even had his iPod playing on a Bose SoundDock.

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