The gecko came out for a peek down the other side of my body, most likely searching for a way off this contraption that had whisked him so far from home. The little guy crawled up my arm, across my shoulders and into my hair YES, in my hair! Even knowing that it was just a baby gecko seeking shelter the tiny feet scampering across my scalp and the burrowing in my hair was a bit disturbing. It’s a damn good thing I’m not frightened of lizards, I held my handout for the gecko to climb on hoping to save him from what could be a gravely unfortunate event. Francesca was unsure of the creature hitching a ride on her handlebars and refused to hold on until the little fella was gone. Luckily, Daniel noticed him before the gecko attempted to leap, surely we would have been sent into the unknown had he decided to jump on to Daniel’s hand, startling him. Perched on the sideview mirror, trying to shield himself from the wind, riding at about 50km the little guy didn’t know what to do.
As we headed to the south of the island we noticed a stowaway, a little gecko had been resting on the bike and now he was in for the adventure of his life. One night we decided to ride to dinner at an Indian restaurant, Om Ganesha, in Haad Rin.
Our little lady was the definition of a true biker, she had been tatted up that morning with her temporary pirate tattoos, her hair blowing in the wind, looking tough with her shades on and ready to see where the road would take her she makes a momma proud! That day we discovered an amazing beach and played around, we kept the motorbike for a few days so we could check out more of the island. We put a pair of sunglasses on her and I hoped on the back, we were off to explore. Positioned in the front, ahead of the driver, she grabbed on the bars that hold the mirrors ready to go. When Daniel pulled up with the bike Francesca was ecstatic, excited for a new adventure she ran over to hop on. Should it be your first time on a motorbike I would highly recommend not putting your child on it until you’ve gotten the hang of it and even then I would question riding with a child. Both, Daniel and I have our motorcycle license and have taken a safety course so we are confident in our riding ability. After our chaffing extravagance Daniel nor I really want to walk anywhere until the raw skin a healed a bit but we also didn’t want to sit around nursing our wounds so we rented a motorbike, at 150฿ a day plus your passport for collateral, to venture to some other beaches on the island. Hell, you see entire families squished together on one, a couple adults with a few kids scooting on down the road nothing like witnessing a family of five riding around town on this rather unsafe mode of transport. In the States it is unheard of to ride with your child on a motorbike but in Southeast Asia it is the predominate mode of transportation and a common occurrence. Koh Phangan, Thailand – August, 2018 Riding Dirty
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