It's a good feeling to have my own motorcycle. It's a blue Yamaha Mio. The stickers are pink and white, a perfect match for my pink helmet.
At least I know I can get to World Bridge (across the street)! C; That was the next goal. And turning the corner was the goal after that. Doing pretty well! One step at a time...
I'm homesick. My comfort food - spaghetti. I have that here. Kaylor and I had spirals, but with Ragu sauce and Kraft Parmesan cheese.... delicious!
I miss the streets. I miss the sidewalks. I miss the position of the street lights. I miss the flow of traffic. I miss the neat lines of traffic - the fact that people notice the lines and stay between them. I miss skinny pedestrians on the pedestrian crossing signs. I miss dressing up for a night on the town. I miss voices and faces of people from home. I miss the variety of foods for dinner. I miss wearing short sleeves and not having to worry about insect bites. I miss the illusion of less pollution. I miss a cell phone plan that I don't have to refill. I miss being there for the bits of life. I miss cracking lame jokes and laughing at myself with people who get me... at least some times.
It is hard to change everything all at once. I'm good here, taken care of and surrounded by a great community.
But, now, this is my home. I have so much awaiting the 6 months ahead. As hard as it is tonight, I'm sure it will be worth it... But I still miss home.
Iin and I took the mirkrolet to the morning, flea market. On our
way, the driver picked up one other lady. She took the front seat.
We were turning right (Traffic is opposite from the states, so it's like a left turn.). Then, crash! A motorcycle, carrying two people,
hit the side of the minivan.
The doors in the mikrolet are always open. Neither of their helmets
were clipped. So in flew two helmets and the body of the
passenger. Iin was on the side of impact, and she flew into the middle of the mikrolet on impact and grabbed my arm. This man's body laid on the floor of the mikrolet with his legs hanging out of the door. At first, we were all in shock and couldn't move. Iin
started sobbing, as she was in a motorcycle accident a couple years back.
I thought the motorcyclist was just going to move the motorcycle to the side of the road and come back for his friend. I think we all thought that. I didn't know what to do or say. But apparently, the motorcycle driver rode off - without his friend! He really didn't come back!!!!
I didn't know if this man was dying at my feet. But no one was doing anything. I couldn't use any of the words I know! I didn't think he should be moved because he probably broke his back. I felt so helpless sitting there. The only words that I could mutter under my breath were "Masih hidup". How retarded! All I could do was console Iin and pray for the man lying at my feet to live.
He was still alive, but probably had a concussion. For as little as I know medically, I'm sure there was internal injuries. I know he was still alive and wasn't paralyzed because his 2 fingers were holding onto the leg of the bench when they moved him. There isn't 911 here! The mikrolet driver and a stranger grabbed his arms and ankles and ungracefully carried him to the side of the road. A group of men gathered around, laid him on the tile porch of the closest store, and gave him water.
The doorway of the mikrolet was bent and cracked. There was a little blood on the floor or the mikrolet. Our driver dropped the three of us off at our stop a couple minutes away, and then went back to the site of the accident. It felt so weird not to wait until the police arrive to be a witness.
Then I was so mad that this man left his friend behind!
Among the commotion, there is word that that the motorcycle was stolen. Had he stuck around for his friend, he would have been beaten on the spot. In a totally different way, it makes sense...
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