So I've been home for a few days now and everyone I talk to asks me, "Gabi, what was your favorite part of the trip?" I pause, think about it, cackle a little bit, and tell them "when we went bike riding". Yes, this was mentioned in a previous post (
http://gnaumann.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-always-knew-never-learning-how-to.html) but I must confess, I did not give the entire story.
the epic tale of how team grab a heiny came to be
After a busy day of museum touring, pottery making, and shopping, we boarded our tour bus and I settled in for a nap until we got to our next destination--the fish market. I probably napped on and off but all of a sudden we just stopped. To our right was this little shack and outside various bikes of all shapes and sizes were lined up. My heart drops, my hands get clammy, and my heart rate spikes. It's one thing to tell everyone that I never learned how to ride a bike and laugh about it, but actually having to face the fact that I don't know how to ride a bike and everyone else does and possibly be left out of/screw up an activity is no bueno. As soon as I see the two-person bike, I grab Gina and make her promise to do it with me. She obliges (duh). Crisis averted. Sadly, Ali and Heidi grab the only two-seater, so Megan, Hannah, Gina, and I nab a four-seater. First thing we do is take off in the absolute wrong direction. After we get turned around, we pedal like the wind. Sadly no matter how hard we go, we inch forward at a snails pace. We found out later that we got a defective bike. uhhh sweet. We huff and puff our way up a hill with crazy drivers whizzing by us (or stopping to take pictures), through masses of people crossing the road (more pictures), and through a sand storm by the beach. We finally reach a flat spot and are instantly hit with the smell of decomposing sewage-hey stinky tofu. We weave our way between the stands besides the road, and Megan exclaims, "I could really use a beer right now". We all agree. Two minutes later we drive by this little restaurant and I tell our group that I bet they have beer. We stop dead in our tracks and debate about a-whether they have beer, and b-who should go look. Gina and I decide to go check and lo-and-behold they do! We buy a bottle of heineken, nab some little shot glass sized cups, and return to our bike. We decide that one beer isn't enough for this terror of a trip so we trot back down to buy another. Taiwan beer is cheaper so bought that and returned to our gimpy bike.

We ditch the cups and decide to pass the bottles around while we bike. BUI? The next hour or so was spend pedaling furiously, screaming beep beep to everyone in our way, and Ni Hao to all the asians that were probably thinking to themselves "sirry 'mericans ruv arcohor"
. We look at the clock and decide that since we're going so slow we should probably turn around and head back, so we do. There is the slight problem of rolling around on a four person bike with multiple HUGE beer bottles, so when we pass the restaurant we make Hannah go throw them out. Hannah was chosen for this project because she was the only one that objected to littering. While she's trying to throw out our bottles, the non-english speaking owner literally forces another bottle of beer on her. We were going to save it for later buuuuut we got thirsty. We pass a little girl on roller skates who falls down like 5 minutes later. Being the good athletic trainer that she is, Megan hopped erm..stumbled...off the bike, helped her get her skates back on, and got back on our bike. Later the little girl zoomed past us, further emphasizing how crappy our bike was. We got back to the bike place around the same time everyone else did, group hugged, and the rest is history...