Monday, September 6

The Exit

Like a ninja or the ocean, Peru can kill you in a thousand ways. My pick, if I had to make one (and let's hope I don't) is to go out in a propane motorcycle crash.

Peru doesn't have gas lines, so everyone uses propane tanks that you can get delivered. They are carried by motorcycles with a rack behind the seat (where your biker chick would normally go). The racks can hold up to three tanks, which means the bike could power several dozen barbecues or one very large explosion. Every day on the way to school we are one lane change away from an action movie trailer.

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