Go For A Walk You Robot

I decided to use my feet instead of my wheels to carry me to today’s coffee spot. 

I seldom walk in Bali. On account of absent walking infrastructure. The roads are so narrow that, in an instant, you can find yourself face-to-face with a 10-ton cargo truck—accelerator stomped to the floor by a sleepless, chain-smoking Balinese driver operating as if he’s holding the reins of a furious rhino charging across the Serengeti.

It’s his road. 

Get the fuck out of the way.

So you do. 

And he carries on, leaving you behind in a plume of diesel smoke and with the roar of his engine fading into the distance 

RRRRRRRrrrrr..rrrr..rrr….rr…...r…..

Today, I braved it. 

And I’m still here.