Trough the language barrier

Yay! We have our driver's licences! For car and motorbike! Khon Kaen be ware! Why do I need all these exclamation marks?! Anyway: now I can drive my bike legally and that means I'll be properly insured. I can also rent a car and stuff. (But I'm not gonna. Need some more practice). Although the exam went well. We paid to pass of course, but we would have passed anyway. All we had to do was put on our seat belt, turn right, stop, indicate our next right turn, drive past the parking space into a narrow street, stop, reverse without hitting anything, parallel park in the parking spot, reverse out and turn the corner, turn another right, ride up a little bridge, turn right and stop at the line. Easy.

Unfortunately that's not what happened the first time we tried it. This had a lot to do with the fact we were driving an extremely sensitive Nissan sedan as wide as a truck. And even more with the fact that we thought we understood what the instructor said, when in fact we didn't. Luckily a Thai colleague (and the owner of the extra wide Nissan) was there. She was gonna show us how it's done, got into her car and preceded to drive the Nissan ever so sensitively into a drain and got stuck.

After we got the car out, she showed us though and so we avoided all drains, curbs and traffic cones. In fact we were so good and paid so much money we didn't even have to show our motorcycle prowess anymore. Party time! Excellent (just like my helmet)!