So we were stuck on lanta island for 6 nights.......stuck because we were unlucky enough to get involved in a little motor taxi accident and both got hurt. Not badly but bad enough for Bunno to need crutches and for me to have a serious limp.
We planned a hike on the south of the island and were joined by Jeroen and Marieke whom me met the day before. We took a taxi there and the first thing to show up was one of those motorcycles with a little cart welded to the side of it, umbrella on top and there is your taxi. Now these things look like they can easily fit 4 passengers, and they can but surely in terms of weight those should be skinny tiny thai passengers and not 4 big farang.......... on the way we already noted that the thing was hanging backwards a bit which meant very little pressure on the front wheel and hence very little response to any steering action. when we sent up a steep hill and bunno jumped out in order to push we nearly fell backwards. of course we should have gotten out there and then but stupidly just made some jokes to the driver and told him to drive slowly and make no accident......... after this he drove slowly.....only because we were going uphill and the thing simply would not do much more than 5km/ hour anyway. As soon as we reached the top of the hill he opened the gas and started to race down with neckbreaking speed. We missed the the first bend in the road and ended up on the opposite lane just barely avoiding the steep clif down to the sea. in a last split second of desperation the driver through himself and the steering wheel to the left which resulted in us going full speed for the other side of the road. we had some very near misses with trees and lampposts and eventually ended on our side in a ditch.Stunned we looked at each other, surprised to see no apparent big injuries. in the mean time the driver was only worried about his vehicle and whether he would still get paid and could not care less for his passengers. Bunno urged us to get out, casually telling us that his foot was kind stuck underneath the whole thing........ this did not look very good......a big bruise, swollen as big as an egg and lots of blood.....not good indeed. I apparently had stuck my left foot out of the cart as well in a silly attempt to brake. I was quite shocked to see the whole side of my shoe had dissapeared and there was a big hole on the side through which my foot was bleading quite badly. First thought: " shit these were new and good shoes, dammit" second thought: "without shoes there would have been little left of my foot..........whaahhhhh". Anyway we got a ride from some nice locals who tried to find us a doctor but since it was lunch hour this proved difficult. In the end we just had them drop us of at our hotel. In the afternoon we made a little trip to the local hospital where luckily they concluded after some x-rays that bunno's foot was not broken. they did give him a huge bandage, brace and a pair of crutches though.
So here we were, the limping duo......... luckily Jeroen and Marieke were very helpfull and all we had to do is sit in a chair watch the sunset and they brought everything we needed.
As our barman put it: you had a bit a bad luck but very much of good luck........... he was absolutely right.
Ko Lanta is not the worst place to be stuck for a while by the way......imagine blue waters, white beach, nice beachbar with good music and cold beers and fabulous sunsets.
Now, 4 days later we are nearly healed although bunno is still limping a bit.......it did not stop us from jumping on the bikes again for a nice 112 km ride to Ban meng beach.
Moral of this story..........don't take taxi's, just ride your bike, it's a whole lot safer!