Traffic is a thing I was not very used to, considering I do not live in a big city. The honking is so loud but fortunately, I am very used to it by now. Rare moments of silence have started to feel weird. The thoughts of something feels weird.. oh wait, it’s quiet. But aside from the noise, the traffic is a completely different issue. Whereas in the U.S. a red light is always obeyed and there is minimal chaos at intersections, here the people could care less about what color the stop light is. I was having a conversation the other day with a teacher about this topic, and her thoughts were as follows. “It really depends on our mood. Sometimes we just feel like obeying the laws and sometimes (most times) we don’t.” I’m starting to get the hang of how people drive though. Hands on the steering wheel so that you are easily able to honk whenever needed. In order to cross the intersection, just start inching your car farther and farther out and eventually, someone will wait. And when you are sitting at a light and it turns green, there is absolutely no way you are able to cross because all the other people have just run their red light. Just sit tight and don’t worry, you will be able to cross within the hour. The picture below is this exact situation (notice our green signals), and it happens every day on our way home.
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