Last night our cook didn't show up, so we went out to dinner.  We walked to the main road, where there was only one auto (3-wheeler), which we took.  It had no shocks, and on the bumpy road out of our neighborhood, I hit my head twice on the metal crossbar.   After the second time, I told Dolly that if it happened one more time, I was getting out.  Thankfully, that didn't happen.

We went along, the decrepit auto struggling even to go downhill, and came to a busy intersection.  There was a rickshaw driver going in the same direction as us, pulling his vehicle across the road.  As we got to the middle of the street, we bumped into his back wheel with the front of our auto.  This was the first time I had ever been in an auto that hit something!  Then his handlebar got caught in the back opening of the auto, and we dragged his it the rest of the way across the intersection.

The rest of the ride was uneventful, until we got to the last stretch of road.  We told the driver to take a right, and he took the right and went down the wrong side of a divided road, and we drove against busy traffic for the half kilometer until we reached the restaurant.  He said we told him to go on wrong side, but by this point we couldn't take anything he said seriously.