Have Wheels. Will Travel.
Most of the time George and I get around town on bicycles. We borrow them from the condo association. They are not fancy—just single speed clunkers with a basket and a lock.
I usually study our map before we head out and I pick a route using side streets and alleyways. The main roads are crazy busy with buses, motor bikes, red trucks, slow moving food carts, cars, pick up trucks, garbage trucks, rickshaws and anything else with wheels. These roads are terrifying. Also, the alleyways are much more picturesque.
I usually take the lead, because George has a poor sense of direction. He follows behind and admonishes me regularly. “Be careful!’ “Look out!” “Watch it!” Many smaller streets don’t have street signs and if they do, I still can’t read them. Except for 7-Elevens, shop names are in Thai. So we have developed our own GPS system and when we plan a route we say, “Turn right at the red dress store, then left at the dog, left again after the 2nd elephant.”