Driving - survival of the fittest

The Georgian culture is a very touchy, feely type of culture.   They  kiss you on greeting and love to cuddle the children.  You often see people walking down the street arm in arm, even the big burly front rowers on their post game recovery walks, which to us Kiwis is not something you see often.  I love this part of the culture,  its something the girls struggle with at times, BUT I'm guessing this is why personal space in other areas of Georgians everyday life is not an issue to them, but to me in my not so good week this was an issue, especially with the driving.  I have been driving now for well over half the time we have been here, so I can hear you saying go with the flow Ang, but this raging bull had road rage.

  Think standing  up in long queue and there are people coming in at different stages.   Pushing  in beside you, in front of you and behind you and you are carrying some very precious crystal glasses, oh and I forgot to mention they are all expecting you to just let them in.  Watch out for your crystal.  This is what driving is like,  continuously.  No indication, running red lights, passing when ever, and queue jumping at the lights.  Arrrrrggggggg.  Lets also not forget the importance of being a pedestrian.   Pedestrians  have no respect for the damage a car can do to them, they either just walk out onto the road or hold their hand up and expect you to stop.  I read an article in the local paper that said, injuries and deaths are mainly to the drivers of cars, trying to dodge pedestrians and hitting on coming traffic,  go figure, use the bloody underground crossings.

On that note I will sign off and I think I will walk today.