On the jarring scooter ride to Mae sot from the Wattana resort, I am first hit with the smell of horses, making me nostalgic, then of mangos, which makes me hungry, then of dust, which makes my nose scrunch, and then of Tom Yum Gung, which makes me hungry again. Around that time, I turn onto the main highway and its nothing but exhaust until I hit the market. There’s something to be said about riding on a scooter as opposed to a car. You notice more, like the bumps and potholes on the road, for example. The sounds, the smells, the wind, the amount of bugs in the air, are all acutely in your ears, nose, hair and face. Our resort lies about 20 minutes out of town, making walking and a mountain bike impractical. I rented a motorbike. Unlike the motorbike I rented in Mae Hong Son, this one has seen better days - and none of them were with me. It’s not an automatic but a manual, the brakes are shot, the starter practically comatose, and I spent the 1st 4 days learning how to get the lazy creature to start.
3 tips should you ever find yourself renting a scooter in Mae Sot:
Don’t drive a dusk down unpopulated roads, lest you spoil your appetite on the copious quantities of insects along your way and freckle your face with unbecoming bug carcasses.
While while Bangkok races, Mae Sot shuffles it’s feet. In BKK it’s virtually impossible to move fast enough for the poor schmuck with the misfortune to get stuck behind your pokey moped. In Mae sot, I don’t know know if the dramaticly slower flow of traffic is due to the slower pace of life, or just because these poor 100 cc dinorsaurs just can’t go any faster carrying every household member on board.
After 3 or 4 trips into town and no movement from fuel gauge needle, chances are more likely that it’s broken and not that you’re clunker is getting exceptional gas mileage.
My favorite establishment in Mae Sot:
The Borderline Cafe, Shop and Gallery