Image: © Sunayana
The unwritten law of the trip was that what happened on tour stayed on tour. All was going well. A night out in the city, the enjoyment of the local cuisine, the sights and sounds of a city so far from home.
Then they arrived. At first the sound in the distance of motor bikes coming up the mall. The closer they came the more deafening the sound. We stood on the street kerb and watched as they came to where we were standing and roared past only to see the leader turn and they circle back in front of us.
My friend Elyse was captivated. The leader pulled up beside her, she mounted his bike and they rode off leaving me and our party dumbfounded.
The next morning a blushing Elyse arrived back at out hotel. She said nothing. We wondered, but when questioned she reminded us of our unwritten law.