For those that I’ve spoken to prior before leaving, you would’ve noticed me talking about a kick scooter as a substitute for a bike. Well I went ahead and bought one.
It’s not.
Not to say that riding a kick scooter hasn’t been some amount of fun, once you get past the strange stares that people give you. It’s a little like being a black guy in China, a vegetarian at a meat buffet, a senior citizen at a club or Rebecca Black at… pretty much anywhere. And the fact that you’re pretty much slower than every bicycle out there. You’ll definitely get a reaction. Usually its just stares. Sometimes muffled laughter, and sometimes open laughter. But hey, it helps me get around somewhat and I get to brighten up someone’s day! At least that’s what I tell myself before I put myself through such humiliation anyway.
I was riding one day when i got a message from a friend. Like a typical SMU student, I clearly thought I was capable of anything. So, I proceeded to whip out my phone in a heartbeat to read it. Lesson learnt : You need both hands on the handlebars. I proceeded to tumble off my scooter in glorious fashion, complete with cartwheeling action. Of course, the downside to this is that while it may be fun to watch, it also meant that my phone flew out of my hands. And into a drain. With running water in it.
Oh dear.
On the plus side, I now have a phone that does not have any awkward-looking cracks on it.
Up next : Misadventures not in Sweden!
well, at least you’re still intact.