.....I was leaving Nana Plaza one late night and figured my two left feet probably couldn't get me near Terminal 21, so I walked over to the taxi motorcycle gang (to which I would occasionally bring over an assortment of satay, which they all knew me.). Luckily they tied a rope to the driver and away we went.
I definitely would have fell off the bike and smashed my head...so it's always smart to take care of some of the people you always pass..coz U might need some help one day..