That’s what traveling around in a tuk-tuk feels like, a James Bond film. Especially when you are in a hurry, trying to outrun the ‘bad guys’. Only, in this case, the bad guys are actually the other teams, and the objective is merely the race part of the World Race, not some diamond thief or guy with a death ray. Although, we do get competitive, even those of us who say we aren’t. We are.
Team Zion failed to dominate in the manner that we had envisioned, but that’s ok, because it was still a riotous good time and it brought us together some more. We were given a list of tasks to complete and cut loose in Bangkok; first one to the night bazaar with everything checked wins! This is where things get crazy. “Grab that taxi!” “What the heck is Bayioke Tower?” “Mo Chit station! No! Siam! No! Sala Daeng!” “What’s that fruit called?!?!?” This is normal language for the life of a World Racer in action. We had to buy obscure fruit, take pictures on little floating ducks, learn about religious festivals, get to the highest point in Thailand, learn about the king, and (not quite last, but certainly not least) bowl a strike… all before anyone else did.
As I menitoned earlier, Zion decided to take the time to build community, have a stroll in the part, stop for coffee, that sort of thing. That’s why we didn’t smoke everybody. As the famous cartoon nemisis says… “Next time, Gadget, next time”
