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Little did we realize that first day how much we should have appreciated the black roads. We spent far too much time marveling over the drivers in the city – they’re all over the road, they don’t stop for pedestrians and the driver sits on either side of the car – there’s no standard so western cars have left hand drive and Japanese cars have right and it makes no difference. It’s a marked difference from the areas outside of the city where people stop to help others all of the time, keep to their side of the road and watch out for everything – stray cows, camels in the road, small lambs getting lost. Even had a baby goat trip in front of the car one day – the mother stood on the side watching which Chaagii got out and picked up the little guy. Fortunately, he was ok and ran off with mom.
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