One of those thousand cuts….

(This is a follow-up to an on-going series “Death by a Thousand Cuts“)

Brakes.

I feel nauseous more times than I don’t when in a taxi. Perhaps, it is due to some inherent desire to harmonize the yin-yang that drivers seemingly drive with both feet, alternating in rapid succession between brake and accelerator. I guess i just prefer either-or driving to a both-and approach. My stomach is not so culturally tolerant as if crosses back and forth, front to back again with each stroke of the left peddle.

We have both national and foreign friends attempt the drivers license test. Success or failure is measured by the speed by which you parallel park a fee in your teachers wallet.

At this very second, my taxi just failed in his attempt to squeeze into a narrow gated bicycle lane.

Ooh, I feel sick.