


Traveling by motorcycle the other day, I had the driver stop in town so I could make a money transaction. When I was finished, the motorcycle was there, but the driver was no where to be seen. I waited watching people, a cat, and some birds and ate an apple. Then I decided to go wait in a more open public area which was under a tree where other motorcycle drivers where waiting for customers. I removed all clothing I could while still feeling respectable, and took some photos without getting the guys in the pictures. When my driver rode up, he told me that I do not act like the other women. The other women are not taking photos of themselves around men. I told him he is correct. I am not like the other women. πππΎππππ