My Neighbour drives a motorcycle ‘trishaw’ taxi for a living.
Recently we have created a system where I get a lift back from the market if I’m spotted carrying my ‘man basket’ full of fruit and, occasionally, fresh flowers.
This rather unusual sight goes down well with the clientele of the local tea shops that we pass on our way back to Sanon restaurant.
This wonderful arrangement has emerged as, over our time here. We have engaged with the community by sharing pineapples, mangoes and dragonfruit that are in abundance during various times of the year. We’ve also been delivered local ‘boiled’ peanuts when in season. We’ve helped each other with garbage pick ups.
I’ve read books sitting in the dirt with grandchildren, grandmas and occasional dogs. We’ve had chats to regular morning walkers before enjoying local breadsticks from the corner tea house. I’ve also treated bottle collectors to breakfasts of fried rice or noodle meals … in lieu of handing out money. We figure a full belly is a win win for them and the stall holder.
The language barrier has not been a problem as a huge smile goes a long way.