My car would never make it here. There are no old vehichles smoking along. All cars are newer and up to current standards. Driving here appears more precarious than it actually is. People swoop, dodge, and can stop on a dime. In a pedestrian oriented society, it seems impossible to see cars drive as such, and yet with little effort stop immediately should you drop of the curb.
If it is their green light and speeds are higher, a courteous honk reminds you not to step off into the traffic. Horns honk constantly, but not in the anger we are accustom to in the states, but rather a warning to watch out.
Speaking of safety, a subject that overwhelms me during traveling here, not because I have concerns, but friends and family do. For this, I feel I must ignore it or pacify with comfort of acknowledging the comments.
According to statistics, I am more likely to die stateside than in Israel. This is based on car accident fatalities are greater where I live than both car accidents and terror attacks combined here in Israel. So relax, when it is my time, it is my time. Until then, I am enjoying my Visit!
To be honest the only time I feel uncomfortable is when the guys below us go outside for their smoke and I hear their voices, not knowing what they are saying. Funny, when I go outside to work on art, they get quiet and uncomfortable also. Language is a powerful thing.
