August 01, 2012
As we careened around a corner and hit a particularly deep rut in the road, I lost my grip on the miniscule
wooden handle, flew into the air and landed neatly on my driver’s lap. He barely flinched as he adjusted the reins and I fumbled for my perpetually escaping cushion – the only thing protecting my bum from the hard wooden seat. It wasn’t quite as relaxing as I had envisaged, but travelling by donkey cart was certainly a more exciting ride than I’d ever imagined.
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