Do not tell my wife, but cycling here is pure-dee crazy. The road is one lane wide, but people drive two across. The scooters are darting in and out, jockeying for position, cutting cars off, the busses simply behemoth down the road. At stops, there will be 4-5 motorbikes, three cars across and everyone moving at once. Somehow, everyone gets there. I have been surrounded by cars, in the middle of a three lane roundabout that puts Bend's to shame as far as volume, as I am trying to get across and every way I look, the driver is making eye contact with me, if not gesturing for me to go. What a change from Oregon, where people try to drive as close to me as possible, gesture, and honk at me.
The best part now, is that I have figured out the one-way and no traffic stretches to and from school and the residenzia (where the other students live).
I was worried about my heels when I walk across the sidewalk, thinking a car will run me over for not going fast enough. At the end of the day, this is a cake walk compared to home.
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