With tuktuk we were very lucky. Before our departure, I managed to contact the person who has done something similar, they have traveled through Asia in tuktuks. After this fun, he was left with debris of former tuktuks and one of them (the ours) was gurgling recently. With this machine we got the original documents, which are scarce as hen's teeth in Thailand. According to our findings, we would almost be unable to get a tuktuk with documents, or only for a large sum. Thanks, John. Aloha.

Kozáč is repairing This is how it looks like when repairing is in full swing

Tuktuk transportation is real fun, but even greater is its repair. It goes something like this. You arrive to the mechanic and he looks at it - estimate the cost of repair and says that next day we will do it. The second day at 2 o'clock can be seen that he removed the engine cover and took out the spark plugs. Super. In our presence he indicates that the front wheel is screwed and let's go to the store, where he says: you need a rim, tyre, axle... Return to the service that is side walk a short distance from the store. Everything is changed. Battery is dead, this is actually a bit far and so the old battery loaded on the motorbike and whizz. Continuously like this using owner they buy all the parts - of course, the owner can't go away, so he at least he feels useful when he is unable to fiddle himself. When it starts to look promising the tuktuk is with the help of a shoelace drawn to a gas station, where the gas tank get refuelled (ecologically it's a bit questionable when you put a LPG into a two-stroke engine and then you quench it with motor oil). And now it growls. Then you buy the most important component - a bottle of rum, and now even we are getting repaired. It is clear that while the machine is slowly improving, we are rapidly deteriorating. The first take-off have to wait to the next day.

Driving is strongly about being accustomed to it., at least for me. Gear stick is right between the legs and due to the fact that the accelerator is as on motorcycle at handlebar, shifting gears have to be done by left hand. The clutch and brake are on the floor as at home. What's more tuktuk is having a lot of buttons whose function we discover but one.

Kozáč is already repaired The works are still in process, the level of repaireness is strongly diferrent

My first experience with this alien technology looked accordingly. During changing gears I have my foot off accelerator and still it roars. Another time I stand on the accelerator and it doesn't run. Weird. Changing gears by left hand is not the smoothest and on top of that the traffic around looks as if the whole of the Czech Republic is going at once on vacation to Croatia. Larger street has at least four lanes in one direction and an average of 3 vehicles per lane with bustle resembling snake's nest rather than sleek European stop and go. Driving on the left side of the road doesn't do anything good. And sometimes, thanks to a specially tuned idle tuktuk dies right at the intersection on green lights. And in the middle of it from back seat Kozáč says: "Here turn right. Here we were supposed to turn right !!". During my debut some grandma tries to flag me down. I saved her life by not stopping. If it wasn't her life, then underwear for sure.

I can hardly wait to try to leave Bangkok. I'm afraid that we will be 5 full months wandering around trapped by traffic.

At one intersection we wait for about 2 minutes for the green and so I play and try the buttons. One intersection farther, on the lights again tuktuk suddenly dies. It doesn't start and so we have to push it away. After some time it manages to start. We go straight to another repairman known under the name Tuktuk doctor. The guy glances at it and immediately sees that oil is dripping from the gearbox and immediately starts fixing it. He doesn't do anything with the engine and according to him it's all right. As the time goes, we ask about the unknown button and oops: children do not play with unfamiliar buttons! The lever controls shutting off the fuel supply. Before it will die, it can travel some distance :o)

Our arrival at the hotel is surprisingly calm. Everyone seems lost in their own thoughts and so we don't draw attention at all. When we are leaving tuktuk dies right in between two crowded outdoor pubs where we go for breakfast and dinner. Embarrassment, but it seems that this register maybe three persons. While starting the vehicle shoot into the exhaust, and now we have the full attention of all 300 people, except for two that must be revived the fainting. If you heard about the terrorist attack on Khaosan Road in Bangkok, you know what it was all about. Our tuktuk gained there a new nickname: Fartie.

Some pictures of our services