The winter we had has quickly become summer; its become bloody hot – tonight were hunched over hot coals cooking “moo grad tot” (translated to pork and a pan) in this heat coupled with drinking red wine from Bordeax and- the boiling point is quickly reached. Its still 32 C past 9pm and supposed to be warming up more in the next few days.
While quietly working in the hammock under the house with my seemingly inexhaustible supply of Spy Wine Coolers next to me I hear a loud crash yonder. Our neighbor frantically yelled for help and the villagers who were home at this time all ran out to the dirt road. We were greeted by a truck at a 60 degree angle bashed against the trunk of one of the eucalyptus trees. The truck was still running when I arrived on scene and the passengers were quickly climbing out. Turns out they were going too fast, lost control of the vehicle and went over the edge of the road.
As always motorcycle accidents are never far away – this year there have been 2 fatalities in the last 2 weeks, both separate incidents in front of a nearby shop. When I ride the bike to pick up our daily lunch, I ride over 2 freshly painted white outlines of bodies in the middle of the road. I never ride the bike at night and I always stay off the road regardless of the time of day on holidays.