Natalie Brock, Parent

The taxis here crack me up. Lines on the road seem to be just a suggestion. Picture a small green taxi crossing four lanes of traffic, going into oncoming traffic, which includes a two-story bus, dodging motorcycles, bikes and pedestrians, and me in the front seat with my eyes partially covered. This happened tonight and as we turned into the hotel. When I opened my eyes, I looked into the eyes of a chuckling taxi driver. I had to laugh, too; it was just too funny. I think that I was supposed to experience driving here. Teaching a teenager how to drive next year won’t seem quite so bad.