My alarm went off at 7 this morning and, as usual, I turned it off for another 10 minutes of rest. I opened my eyes again, and to my horror it was 7:43. I had to be at work at 8! ARGHH!!! Don't you hate that feeling? Although nothing wakes me up or makes me hop out of bed faster than that realisation. Oh crap, says my stomach as it lurches suddenly. And I'm up and moving even though my eyes are partially glued shut. Brush the teeth, a splash of water, yank some clothes over my sticky body (no time for the much desired shower) and I'm out the door! I would have to taxi it if I wanted to make it on time. Or was there another way??
There was! One I'd been too timid to try before. But this was no time to be bashful! I deftly maneuvered across the busy street, and boldly made my approach to.... the motorcycle man! All around town you can get lifts on motorbikes; it looks fun, and I knew it must be cheaper than a taxi for a short distance ride, but I always avoided asking about it. I was worried they wouldn't understand my mangled Chinese, or that they'd try to overcharge me. Well, today I would find out. So, with a deep breath, and a look of confidence, I went up.
It all went perfectly! I asked how much to go to Wusi Rd. He asked where on Wusi rd. I said the Ya Yuan Hotel. He said 2 kwai (30¢). It was amazing! I felt like a pro! ...Until I awkwardly scrambled on the bike, not sure where exactly to hold on, trying clumsily to hang on to my school stuff. And then away we went! Whoosh! We zipped through the traffic and I calmly told myself that I would NOT fall off.
I arrived at school on time, and very proud of myself (as you can probably tell since I've devoted an entire blog to my morning's transportation). I'm such a badass! Look at me on my hog, vroom vroom!! Yeah, dat's right... who's yo mamma? HA!