To be honest, the music in Thailand was tacky and irritating at best. So I pick this one, the final song played at Lotus Bar, Koh Tao on each and every night.
Beach mats, candles, beer... and Miss American Pie.
In Bangkok, we put our lives in the hands of a man I fondly refer to as 'Death Tuc'. He rode his tuc-tuc like a true Hell's Angel and actually mowed over a motorcyclist during our journey.
We just had time to exchange an awkward glance with the poor motorcyclist at our feet before Death Tuc was off again, leaving him in dust.
So yes, we were involved in a Hit-and-Run.