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The Day I Took A Tuk

The Day I Took A Tuk

Pairs Well With…International Travel + Carin’s fetish for taking over motorized vehicles in other countries

It’s not unusual that I borrow things that aren’t mine, but I usually always give them back. Case in point borrowed clothes, money…and the float that I stole in Rio during carnival. (Yes, this did indeed happen.) It’s even better when it’s a motorized vehicle. In another country.  I’m starting to notice a pattern to my shenanigans. 

The first week I landed in Cambodia, I got this bright idea to drive a tuk-tuk around town. Tuks are Cambodia’s primary form of transportation, and you can expect to hear tuk?” or “you need tuk-tuk?” on every corner. God bless you if you have a long walk ahead of you and have to hear the same question a million times.  On bad days, it kind of makes you want to bang your head against a wall. 

Now, week one, I worked out a deal with the tuk-tuk driver who is routinely stationed out front of my apartment building.  He agreed, eagerly at that, to let me cruise around town in style. Why?  I’m not sure. Perhaps my innocent looking demeanor doesn’t give off the “I’ll mess up your shit” kind of vibe.  So, with that, I waited until my last day in Cambodia to pull the trigger on this.  And, here we are.

Heads turned, people smiled and waved and I laughed my ass off.  In hindsight, had I done this sooner, I might have found a nice form of supplemental income for the month and have thought to pull off some sort of Cash Cab type kind of action.  Dually noted for future countries. Maybe even figure out how to get Missy Elliot to pop out of the backseat like on James’ Corden’s carpool karaoke.   

But, I don’t know that any more words are really needed to intro today’s adventures.  So, without further ado, my infamous tuk-tuk takeover!

You Can Have My Fried Rice, But I’m Not Goin’ Out Like That

You Can Have My Fried Rice, But I’m Not Goin’ Out Like That

Pairs Well With…”Goin’ Down For Real” by Flo Rida

If you’ve ever gotten robbed, and we’re not talking about losing your dignity at the bar last Saturday night, it might have felt like your world flashed before your eyes in slow motion.  In those seconds when it’s all going down for real, it seems like an endless moment.  Yet, there are so many details that take place with that three-second span of time.  Now, I must state for the record that I didn’t get robbed, but it was a very close call.

So, here I was merely being a Citizen of the World and attempting to cross the street with a friend on the way back from dinner. Crossing the street in Phnom Penh, like Vietnam, means walking and weaving between oncoming traffic. While the motorbikes in Vietnam were intense, they at least knew how to maneuver around pedestrians.  Here, there may not be as many, but they will full on take. you. out.  Drivers here have no concern for your welfare. None.  And, if dealing with traffic isn’t scary enough, I now have two things I have to highly guard: my physical life and my other life, my purse.


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