We took the girls to the Marriott Hotel for brunch on Sunday. I drove. And I scared the daylights out of Matt and myself. I figured that there was never going to be a good time for me to practice, so in order to curb my fears, I needed to just jump in and do it. It is very different driving with the steering wheel on the right and the traffic on the left; it's not as easy as it looks. Everything is backwards, and as such, I must have turned on the windshield wipers instead of the turn signal at least 5 times . I only drove about a mile, but those 5 minutes were stressful. I had to merge onto a busy street, go through a traffic circle, and make a u-turn. It's not just the driving that's nerve wracking. It's the unfamiliarity of driving in a country where rules mean nothing. It's complete road anarchy... where 2 lanes are turned into 5, and every available space around you is filled with pedestrians, animals, auto rickshaws, motorbikes, cars, buses, and trucks, all honking at once to make you aware of their presence.
We survived. That's the most positive thing I can say about my driving.
When we got our car keys back from the valet, I noticed how much the traffic had increased, and asked Matt if he would drive; I couldn't muster enough courage to make the return trip. However, his driving was not much better than mine, and I was a white knuckled passenger and a complete back seat driver on the way home. He stayed a little too close to the left for my taste. I thought he was going to ram into every pedestrian on the side of the road.
I had never been happier to see my driver as I was on Monday morning. I have a pretty good feeling most Monday's are going to be that way.