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we took to the woods

Driving is never boring, until you hit the Salwa gridlock. I cannot wait to get out into the desert to go camping.

The word from other expats is that the locals are terrible drivers, fast and oblivious, hazards on the road. But I find they are excellent drivers, very skilled, with an elegantly casual attitude toward risk, and very fast cars, and little accountability. I also enjoy this new liberated approach to the urban terrain: painted lines and arrows mean precisely nothing, curbs in one’s way are meant to be crossed, by all means go off road if the road is no longer convenient. It’s a kind of motoring parkour. The rules have been exploded and now we just make it up as we go.