Every Monday and Wednesday Bella and I hop on the scooter to drive over to dance class.
Every Monday and Wednesday it’s another race with death.
Chinese traffic is absolutely crazy. The rules are flaunted because there are no police to enforce them. Cars drive on sidewalks, back out and into turns or alleyways and people wander across the road during rush hour.
There are three round-abouts between here and the dance school. Yesterday we got cut off by a bus doing eighty kilometers per hour that thundered across the bike lane to get on the round-about. It was going so fast that the whole bus leaned over when it took the turn.
There are highways crossing our route, as well. The police has helpfully cordoned off all the openings between the two lanes of traffic, which means that there is no way of crossing them for two or three blocks in either direction. Actually, there is; you have to squeeze your scooter through a small opening in the fence somebody else once made to be able to cross. Right through traffic. While everybody else is trying to do the same.
Absolute madness.
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