Inside the mind of a motorcycle taxi

So... let me preface this by saying that I did get where I needed to go safe and sound with only minimal moments of sheer terror.

As far as means of transportation go, motorcycle taxi is the fastest, and if you aren't going very far, it is also the cheapest. Now, it's not fast because they drive too fast (well, they do, but so does everyone else) but fast because they weave in and out of cars who are at a standstill on the busy streets. Today as I rode a taxi, we were doing just that. Weaving in and out of traffic. At one point my knees grazed the bus we were passing. Oh, did I mention that I sit with both legs on one side of the motorcycle? Yes... well, this is the lady like thing to do. Then, much to my amusement, my taxi driver received a phone call on his mobile. So, he proceeded to take off his helmet and take the phone call with me clinging on for dear life behind him. Then you come to a stop light. Stop lights here seem to last a life time. But why stop at a stop light when you can ride on the sidewalk? So... we rode along the sidewalk for awhile, ducking under trees, and street signs. We then scooted in front of a bus to get back on the main road. It was also starting to rain at the time and I had a bunch of bags with me. I'm pretty sure I held my breath for the majority of the trip. I think in the future, I will stay clear of certain motorcycles. The ones by my apartment are lovely, but the ones who drive like maniacs through main intersections are a bit too much for me. Maybe one day.