Last full day in Bangkok

I had my life in my hands (strictly speaking, I had my hands around something equally precious in case of unexpected impact) and took a tuk-tuk. Just a short run, but enough to raise the hair and blood pressure, and to make me wonder if holding my scrotum that tightly was really all that wise.

Not only did I survive, I again noticed the pattern of pointy and generally hurty metal that each of these has by way of protection for the driver from 100kg (ahem) of speeding passenger in the almost certain event of a crash.

It is a nice pattern though.