|The only way to travel|
Many years ago Disneyland in Anaheim California had ticket booklets instead of all day passes for visitors to the Magic Kingdom. The most cherished of these tickets were the 'E' tickets. These hot numbers were for the rides where fear and loss of breath were at the highest premium. No, these were not for the Dumbo Elephant rides for little kids but for the toboggan race down the steep incline of the Matterhorn. Hanging on by your hands (unless you raised them for a better thrill while heading straight down the narrow gauge tracks) onto the safety bar in front of you gave the rider such a pulsating adrenalin rush that only an 'E' ticket could provide.
|Paul snapping with his I pad and Carlos ignoring him|
"Excuse me," another passenger on a motocarro only millimeters away says.
"Yes," you respond while wondering how truly close the other vehicle is from yours.
"You seem to have something between your two front teeth."
"I brushed this morning before jumping into the rear of this motocarro," you respond.
"Yes, I can smell the fresh mint flavor - but you still have something between your teeth," the other passenger states and then waves as his driver bounds over the sidewalk trying to run over pedestrians as though this were a daily video game of blood lust.
|Need a tow?|
It is the only true way to get around this crowded city on the mighty river efficiently. Narrow streets, high gas prices and the lack of auto dealerships makes motocarros the best mode of transportation available for taxis and businesses. Of course, there are cars, trucks, motorcycles and scooters but the predominant method of getting around is the inexpensive three wheeled vehicles that are literally everywhere.
|No worries - on her way to work|
|No accident - just repairs|
A true 'E' ticket adventurer for the explorer.
By the way, it was a mosquito caught between J's teeth and thank goodness for malaria pills.