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Taking the drive out of driving.

Driving here in the small town of Sandnes is drastically different from driving in the big-city Fortaleza. There is no action! Actually there is hardly any traffic. I haven't heard anyone use their horn yet, and when the speed limit is 30 kilometers per hour, then people drive 30 kilometers per hour. Not being a very agressive driver myself, I have become influenced by the mad driving in Brazil. It's irritating when the traffic moves slowly. And there is no excitement when people actually use their signal to tell you which way they're turning, and obey the law. The lack of donkeys, horses, cows, recycling carts, and just people in general, stepping into the road at all times means that driving around actually becomes quite a dull exercise. I am also having to concentrate as I approach pedestrian crossings. We're acutally supposed to stop for pedestrians here (shocking, I know), and so I find myself saying "look out for pedestrians, remember to stop at the crossing" to myself so I don't forget.

Driving a car that works is also a novelty, but I am enjoying that part. It's nice to not have to worry about breakfluid and oil leaks, dodgy startermotor, overheating, or even running out of petrol (the car always seems to have plenty in the tank).

Still, it is a bit dull, although safer I suppose, and that's good.

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