learning how to drive una moto in colombia

i gotta say it has been a fuckin aadventure learning how to drive a cluth moto in colombia. i have fallen so many times i have lost cou7nt. the traffic is a fuckin pain in my ass. the buses cut yoiu off every chance they have, no one uses blinkers or follows the rules like stoppinge at red lights. ironically my united states licence is only to drive cars. during semana santa i drove from bogota until a town in Santander (8 hours) and then to medellin (8 hours) back to villavo (10 hours).

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