I’ve seen my fair share of things riding or strapped onto the back of motos since I’ve been in this country. The usual grocery run from the market, a family of 5 or even 6 (with an infant in someone’s arms), pigs in a cage, a whole row of live chickens hanging by their feet, bed mattresses folded in half, but never have I seen what I saw today while riding home from my English class for teachers.
Today, I saw a woman riding a moto, with a package strapped on back (nothing out of the ordinary); but riding on TOP of the package, not strapped in or in any sort of a container was her small white dog, balancing on its own, on the moving moto. I thought to myself, I’ve seen plenty of dogs in the back of pickup trucks, but this was a first…a dog on the back seat of a moving, travelling motorcycle. It seemed to be balanced alright, but it did look a bit scared for its life. Nonetheless they passed me and went on down the road into the sunset. And like many things I experience in this country….that was all there was to that.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment