Hobbling grrl
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Driving in Haiti is crazy. This is a narrow (duh) street on our way up to our walled compound. There are no sidewalks, and people could be on either side. The only rule of the road seems to be the bigger vehicle gets the right of way.
On our first day, our bus was met by a pickup truck coming down the hill. Each driver started yelling at the other, and there was a man standing on the street whose head moved back and forth as if he were watching a tennis match. Finally, he started yelling at the pickup driver and motioning him to back up.
Now look carefully at the space above: Can you imagine a bus and a pickup truck side by side? Haitian drivers come much closer to other vehicles and people than I have ever seen in the States. And they weave around each other on bigger roads like nobody's business. Whenever a driver is on a curve, he beeps the horn so that drivers in the other direction know that he is coming.
Trust
Driving in Haiti is crazy. This is a narrow (duh) street on our way up to our walled compound. There are no sidewalks, and people could be on either side. The only rule of the road seems to be the bigger vehicle gets the right of way.
On our first day, our bus was met by a pickup truck coming down the hill. Each driver started yelling at the other, and there was a man standing on the street whose head moved back and forth as if he were watching a tennis match. Finally, he started yelling at the pickup driver and motioning him to back up.
Now look carefully at the space above: Can you imagine a bus and a pickup truck side by side? Haitian drivers come much closer to other vehicles and people than I have ever seen in the States. And they weave around each other on bigger roads like nobody's business. Whenever a driver is on a curve, he beeps the horn so that drivers in the other direction know that he is coming.