The distiller who sold his Ferrari (Part 2)

We had just lost a high-spec balancing scale (worth a pretty penny) to airport security coming to Thailand and I needed to buy a new one to get back to work. But …“I can’t drive” the distiller told me when I asked him if he felt like going to the city.

“What do you mean you can’t drive? I’ve seen you do it, and you’re pretty good behind the wheel” I asked, confused.

Turns out that for a while after his return from his retreat he’s prohibited certain things. Driving was one. If you’ve been to the Thai countryside, way off on a farm, you’d know that unless you have wheels you’re stuck. The moped I’ve been using to get around can’t get me to the city — it’ll take forever and probably break down halfway there. Not to mention being asked for a license at the security checkpoints en route. The scale, and my secret desire to get some real food, had to be put on hold.

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