On Thursday this week, I was driving along the main highway toward Belize, on my way to have brunch with a friend. She lives alone and is quite isolated. With both of us vaccinated, we had made plans to meet up for some huevos divorciados. I left home later than I intended for our appointment at ten. While mindlessly zipping along, I noticed that the sky was studded with lovely big pillowy clouds against a blue blue sky.
Up ahead, I saw a motorcycle on the shoulder. It’s headlight was on and facing towards me. I thought it odd and swung the car wide to give him plenty of room.
What I saw next caused me to laugh out loud. The motorcycle was a bit wobbly, as the man tried to set off with an ungainly load. There was a child on the front, the driver and two young women behind him. One of the women was carrying a goat!
I have no picture on my phone but a delightful memory. It reminded me of Lisa and my 2005 trip to Thailand. It was our first introduction to scooter culture. It is a fine art, but absolutely anything can be carried on a scooter.
So that was my excitement for the week. It’s not much, but I’ll take it.
DOS TORTAS
the adventures of dos tortas 
I got quite a chuckle out of your story. It reminded me of our days in Kenya where the matatu’s (small buses) careened down the road, people hanging on inside and outside with goats and baskets piled high on the roof.
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Oh yes, those were the days in Mexico as well. We called them chicken busses. There are rules now and everyone must have a seat on the bus.
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You have to go to Belize. They still have chicken buses, and we rode them all over the country. So much color, so much fun!
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Oh, my, I’ve seen those kinds of scooters! What a delight.
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Yep, seen them scooters in Turkey too – three generations slotted together like Lego!
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