A series of misinformed decisions found Jeff and me far from Ao Nang at a lackluster night market. This guy saw us wandering and offered a taxi lift. Given the distance and time of night (and having seen how the scooters drive) I declined initially (re: due to terror). He was persistent and eventually I was holding the helmet so whatever.
This is the after pic with the driver (he smelled like a bakery). It was fun. Thank you for not murdering me!
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