I had never ridden a motorbike in my life, but as a cyclist I figured that it could not be that difficult.

This was proven to be otherwise when my old school mate Lang & I visited the Greek Island of Aegina in ’94.

We decided to hire motorbikes to explore the island and first of all had to prove that we would be capable bikers. Lang had owned a moped and then a 50cc bike since he was seventeen so passed with flying colours.

I however was a different story and in trying out the gears I managed to shoot forwards and drive fifty metres zigzagging down the road, whilst being pursued by a less than impressed hire company owner and laughed at by a group of macho Greeks.

Needless to say a motorbike was deemed out of the question for me – push bikes it was then!

My next motor hire abroad was a small yellow Fiat in Northern Sardinia. For the first time ever driving a car on the right I thought I did rather well, that was until I drove the wrong way down a one-way street! No harm done luckily.

sardinia 095

Custard Dream

Finally I thought this article was a good opportunity to show the photo below taken in Laos, which helpfully shows you where to park your rocket launching vehicle!




  1. Hahahahahaahahahaa… “Mortor” 😀 I have a few photos of memorable signs in India, too (if yours was in India)–the one we talk about most often was by a reflecting pool in a palace in Fatehpur Sikri: “The depth of the pool is deep.” (And no, I never drove anything in India. Most of the time I kept my eyes shut 😀 ) Great blog! I’ll be back for more.
    Guilie @ Quiet Laughter

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    1. I have a rude one from Hong Kong too that I may publish one day! Thanks for commenting. Wilbur.


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