Here's something even I don't see every day - on my way home I saw a gang of three men steal a motorcycle and flee at high speeds down the road. The motorcycle owner and his buddies were running after them. I don't know if the owners ever did catch up, or if anyone called the police or if the police even exist. As far as the people I asked where concerned, the police might as well have stolen the moto themselves.
In any case, a little spice to my normally quiet walk home through Sabana Grande, known locally as "saigon" or "buhonero city." A little disorder goes a long way in terms of daily excitement!
Lets make this blog a movie
The love of his life is his motorcycle. When it is stolen, he is send on a wild cross country adventure after a fortune teller tells him his motoycycle is in the basement of the Alamo. Along the way, he encounters an escaped convict, a waitress with wanderlust and a jealous boyfriend, and a mysterious female truck driver.
Posted by: Kevin | August 02, 2006 at 08:11 PM