Egypt: Cairo (We’re not in Asia anymore, Toto)
The traffic in Asia is insane. Mad. Nobody stops, instead swerving around all obstacles (read: people, cars, chickens, pigs) like a choreographed performance. So the best way to tackle a road crossing is to stare down each bycicle, car or tuk tuk as you put your faith in the universe and slowly cross. Europeans don’t seem to have this skill, they only stop if the law says they must (and often not), otherwise if you are in their way then you will get hit.
I wasn’t so sure about Egypt though – there weren’t many lights or crossings and 8 lanes of traffic bumper to bumper – would they swerve I wondered? Stop if I walked in front of them? I watched the locals and soon learned. Though the driver was often yelling, driving, reading and occassionally spitting out the window simutaneously, he would come to an abrupt halt if you held your hand up in a ‘stop’ signal as you walked in front of the car. Mind, the moment you let your hand fall, he would pump the accelorator and you would be inches from a Cairo emergency room. The hand would swiftly come flying up, the brakes screeching to a stop.
It was a bizzare form of power, and ironic form of entertainment – hand up, down, up, down as the cars started and stopped respectively.
I will, I thought, have great difficulty crossing roads once I finally get back home. I imagined myself stepping out on the highway, arms waving madly, expecting everyone to stop while others look on in amazement as though I’m mad.
Then again, maybe I will be – I can’t even remember what side of the road Australians drive on.
-Sarah