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A yellow Tuk Tuk is our transportation to the nearby shops. It looks like a cross between a tricycle and a golf cart, and I can't help but wonder why these don't exist in more numbers back home on the west coast. They're brilliant.
Raya and I climb into the back and the guys climb in across from us while our friendly male driver, Bruno, chats away about the diversity of shops nearby with a passion that speaks about how much he loves his country.
"It sounds like there are plenty of things to keep you two busy," I say wryly—the comment directed toward Luciano since I'm a little apprehensive he'll try looming like a shadow that's impossible to shake.
