Flight deck of a tuk tuk resplendent with hanging things and good luck charms to ensure hassle free travel. Our captain was a jovial chap who nearly turned us all to pulp by overtaking cement trucks on blind bends. Apart from running out of aviation fuel once we all survived the ordeal. Note the red ejector knob twixt his legs, one sharp tug and he's 40 feet away, lying in some pineapple field while we hurtle towards certain doom.
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