sunya, searching for the marble halfpipe on bikes . . .

we hired a bunch of bjkes and winged around looking for spots. literaly the second after john and i hired ours the rain came down in bucket loads. we had to take revuge under someones front porch. then a little old man opened the front door and insisted we come in and chill. very nice man.
the day before we hired bikes john i took a moto bike taxi to the beach. it was struggling hard along the way. when we arrieved some other moto bike taxis across the street were screaming out to us as we were rumbling for moneys to pay the driver. then our driver bailed on us yelling and we realized the fucking bike was on fire. so we bolted away. and the driver snatched my bottle of water and put the flame out. it was hectic!