My resolve against riding scooters in general and especially in tropical vacation spots stays strong. Four days on a world famous full moon party beach has, in fact, strengthened it immeasurably. I have seen just about every kind of road rash injury imaginable, from shaved down and bandaged heads to mummified feet swathed in plastic bags to protect against moisture, with plenty of slung arms and exhaust burn bandaged calves in between. Large scale skin loss does nothing to slow people’s party resolve. They return to the seething fray to dirty their fresh wound dressings and, with two guys swinging a flaming jumprope on the beach, maybe add a few more. Enough fresh scooter wounds about to answer the question I formulated the first few times I wandered the streets of Hat Rin: Why are there so many medical clinics around here?
