Born to be Wild..ish

* a quick note before the boss catches me... I know the office is dying to hear*

It's a glorious day when you experience your very first visitors in your new home- especially when your new home is a developing country halfway around the world. My Father (Pops) and Step-Mother (Barb) staggered through the sliding glass doors of the domestic arrivals only an hour or so later than expected. For Thailand, that's pretty good.
Unfortunately, my "Wild Harley Hog motorcycle Fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants" parents have had a rough start. They haven't actually slept a good nights sleep since getting on the 17 hour plane due to "those damn airplane seats" and a broken Sleep Apnea machine. The plane, tolerable. The machine, a major pain in the ass and worry for us all (more so for Barb because she can't sleep next to the logger sawing off cords of wood whose saw keeps getting stuck).
To cheer them both up I thought it would be nice to hop on the motorbikes and cruise to the lookout point near our house. They're bikers, right? They can handle my little 100 Honda Wave no prob...Yeah. Aside from popping wheelies, almost dropping Barb on her butt halfway up the mountain and shifting the wrong way, Pops has received what we here in Phuket like to call The Phuket Tattoo, a nice tailpipe burn along the calf. Only the coolest hard core bikers have it, (ahem, yeah).
It's been a rough start with worrying about how to fix the machine in Thailand and figuring out transportation, but today we hit a high point. The machine (Thank you Bangkok-Phuket Hospital) is running. Thank God. The worry and stress is over.
Now we just hop a boat to Koh Phi Phi in the morning and lounge on the beach. The salt water should be good for the leaking wound adorning Pops' leg. And before we know it, that'll be fine too!