In Bangkok, we got around by hopping on the back of a stranger’s moped, clipping a questionable helmet on our sweaty heads and gripping the plastic spoiler until our fingers went numb. Sometimes I would sense a nervousness in the drivers’ acceleration and general demeanour. I mean fair enough, you’re driving a 90kg clean shaven white boy around the busiest city in the world. In these instances I would let out a little “woohooo!” as we started driving, just to take the edge off, just to solidify that I was comfortable, just to let them know - drive as fast you want.
