My mother is a trooper.
Not only did she sleep in the spider room (on the floor, I should mention) for two weeks, but she also bravely hopped on the back of Sean's scooter and allowed us to whisk her all over town.
It's not as care free as one might think.
Driving in Asia is much like playing one of those car racing games at an arcade.
On top of that, she even let us scoot her down to the weekend flower market in weekend traffic in the pouring rain.
Here are some snapshots of our journey.
(Please enjoy the hot yellow ponchos. We sure do.)