How about riding 100 km in burning sun, and being welcomed by three girls on the street, who touch your helmet, ask how are you, and give you a kiss on the cheeks. Wait a second, what’s going on here. Too much hospitality I guess.
“Ahh, that’s how you drive it, she says. Wanna come with me?”
No, I am too tired. Can you tell me where the next hotel is?
