A Crashing Experience

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon (in contrast to the other lazy days of the week).  I was reading a book and Alex was playing with YouTube on the IPad.  We had already had our afternoon swim and we were just putting in time before heading out for dinner.

Thipp had gone out earlier with a backpack full of dirty clothes to wash at a landramat down the road.  It's located beside a small restaurant that we like and Thipp would spend time there enjoying a coconut drink.  The washing was just finished and Thipp was packing up the clothes when she heard the crash.

A car had pulled out and cut-off a motorcycle.  The rider crashed to the road and was knocked unconscious.  Many people riding motorbikes in Phuket don't wear helmets or, if they do, bother to buckle-up.  Fortunately, this older Englishman was wearing his helmet properly.  Thipp was first on the scene and stayed with the man (he eventually came to and asked what had happened) until the ambulance came.  Thipp figured that the driver was Russian because percentage wise that's the best guess and because no one from the car ever bothered to check on the injured rider.

We had dinner early in the evening at our little restaurant.  The owner, who had witnessed the accident, sat and visited with us for a while.  He said that with so many tourist during high season there are many crashes and that another one had happened just around the corner.  Now that we know this Thipp may not want to go out and do laundry next time.