driving on the wrong-side
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
this weekend is an extra long bank holiday. tomorrow, we're off to the beach...and i'm driving. i've been studying the driving etiquette of the spanish and its safe to say you drive as close as you can, with elbow on horn.
the hire car is from the airport, and should be a 5 door with air con. the suggestion is a fiat stilo. no matter what kind of car it is, i keep getting blind panics about driving on the wrong side of the road - they hit me with a cold sweat (which i suppose is better than a meat sweat, but still...)
i normally wake up about 4 in the morning (just before my nightly wee) thinking 'dear god, what the hell im i about to attempt?! sliproads, the wrong way round?! gearstick on the right?! overtaking on the left?!'
needless to say, these sweats normally pass. for example, at the moment, i'm not feeling that worried...though the nightly wee is yet to come...
the hire car is from the airport, and should be a 5 door with air con. the suggestion is a fiat stilo. no matter what kind of car it is, i keep getting blind panics about driving on the wrong side of the road - they hit me with a cold sweat (which i suppose is better than a meat sweat, but still...)
i normally wake up about 4 in the morning (just before my nightly wee) thinking 'dear god, what the hell im i about to attempt?! sliproads, the wrong way round?! gearstick on the right?! overtaking on the left?!'
needless to say, these sweats normally pass. for example, at the moment, i'm not feeling that worried...though the nightly wee is yet to come...
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::i had a go in an empty car park in Italy once, and i nearly shat myself then. have fun though :)
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nappies at the ready, ian...nappies at the ready.
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