A colleague and I rode through the jungle on a motorized tuktuk, fast, hair flying in the wind. Bugs slamming against our faces, the flight attendant next to me was laughing the whole ride.
We had turned off the main road onto a dirt track with no other vehicles. For a moment, a thought crossed my mind. If the driver decided to not take us to our destination, we would be stuck in the middle of nowhere, lost, eaten by mosquitos.
The road was bumpy and we flew up and down. The old motorbike pulling us seemed to have more horsepower than was possible.
Finally, with a laugh and a sigh, we hopped off at Ao Nang and headed to the beauty salon.