We’ve arrived in Pai – a little ‘Pai -Eyed’ and not so bushy tailed!
The Driver; four hours of hairpin bends at break-neck speed; gear- manouvering worthy of Mr Magoo; and the heaviest brake pedalling I have ever witnessed:
In fact, he was a bit of a ‘James Hunt!’
At the forty- seventh bend I knocked into this wonderfully serene senior monk reading his newspaper – elbowing him hard in the face. – for the second time.
A moment that gives the phrase ‘Bashing The Bishop’ a whole new meaning.
I would love to say it was the first time I’ve been squashed between three homos on the back- seat… But let’s not go into that.
There was at least some respite – a brief ‘Pits’ Stop!’
Penelope would certainly not have approved – the khazies were kamikaze!
Mercifully, we have now reached our destination of Pai. Both still swaying from side to side as though we’ve just disembarked from a dodgy cruise.
I guess we just haven’t found our ‘Charabanc Legs’ yet!