Ourwalkabout.nl is a blog about the world trip Michiel de Wit and Judica Wondergem are making in 2010.

The fan blows cool to me what. The little benefit. My head is hot with anger, frustration and fear. Behind bars is a felang 'on a white ear gently snoring. We await the police. At the desk sits a Thai man whose official title eludes me completely. Next to me is the wife of the Thai half hour earlier still lay groaning on the hot asphalt.

I've tried to explain the situation. The line drawing back some illegible handwriting note is their witness. It gives the main street on the back with them that we were on our scooter hit. For security and to show that I was aware of all traffic laws are on the drawing of a stop sign on the street and a highway speed limit for the scribbled. I must strongly urge in English to be spoken to. "Speak English, I do not speak Thai. Speaking Thai is impolite! "

For several times, I indicated that I quite want to give some money so her husband can pay his medical expenses, but I'm certainly not going to guilt or promise to accept a crazy doctor's bill for my account to take. I explain once again that we were still clean, but that gentleman was driving too fast and thereby inhibit the timely. Moreover, I suspect him of having a drink. All that means, but not answered.

The money I've been offered too little, is always telling me. I have to wait for the police and the entire medical bill, whatever it may amount to. When I ask if I should wait outside me is brutally denied. Lady and the man behind the desk unclear conspire in their attempt to make that clear to me. I look back at the hapless tourist behind bars and do not insist further.

Then I realize that maybe I could use some help. Immediately after the accident I had the keys to the scooter Judica already given and asked her to go home. Better to be alone control. You never know with those Thai. The phone is still in Judica's bag and that has become home. I decide to take a chance and puffy Thai office to request a call. From my wallet I take the ticket of the dive and I ask if I should call number on it.

The business card is taken out of my hand and studied. The Thai and Mrs. and I hear them discuss the name of the Thai owner of the diving call. Perhaps you know of them? I know that he esteemed, but will that help me? The phone call I do not have to commit. Ms runs as a leaf on the tree in the wind and starts talking about money. In my bid of 50 euros I received suddenly a counter-offer: 75 euros, which should be sufficient. I decide my eggs for money and choose not to nag about money. Carefully concealed from my portfolio I get the money. Everyone looks suddenly friendly again and now things are done is greeted. Mevrouw offers me a ride home and I decide to drive only a little, just to show good will.

The last kilometer I walk home. I know Judica wait for me and probably worried. Everything went so fast that I had not had time to see if she had hurt. Everything seemed okay, but ... At home it appears okay. Judica was naturally worried, having no idea what was going to happen. Miraculously, it appears our scooter determined not to have suffered damage or that gentleman had been to collect. Without scratching is down in his familiar spot under the tree.

I tell Judica that everything is over a fizzle. Gentleman had some nasty scrapes on his left foot behind, but the base itself was also not broken, what most bruised. A lightning fast X-ray was that while I was on the desk sat expelled lady was not too unkind to me that you know to remember. Exactly whose fault it was still unclear. We were politely waiting for the intersection to run, but had by the steepness of the side road at the intersection is already doing. Mr. rode too hard. He suffers the pain and we are now a daily budget poorer. Sand it and not talk about it.