Easy to avoid if you are somewhere where there are alternatives...
But when you are in the middle of nowhere and you have to take a hollowed out log across the river just to get to a road where the only option for the 60 minute ride into town is a jeepney... then needs must.
Although the worst mode of travel for me are the trikes..... my frame just doesn't fit well in one of those with half the family hanging off every hangable point on one.
Don't get me started on the minibuses that we also rode into the next town a further 60 minutes away.....they hold 15 squashed people.... but they think nothing of cramming in another 15!
Harlene took a picture of me one day... I didn't realise the look on my face until I saw the picture later.