I wouldn’t fancy driving around here much. ALL the cars have dents in. Some have lights or bumpers missing too, but a big dent is the absolute minimum.
Technically I think they’re meant to drive on the right, but it doesn’t seem like a rule they stick to very strictly. Lane management on corners is especially poor.
There are lots of mopeds and motorbikes too. Today I saw a total of 5 people wearing helmets. Maybe it isn’t a legal requirement.
The maximum people I’ve seen on one scooter so far is 3 (two of them children, none wearing helmets), but I’ll keep an eye out for more.
Both scooters and car drivers use their horns more than I use my brakes back in the UK. It looks a bit like everyone is just driving around however they want and beeping at everyone else they see not doing the same.
Quick, move before I drive into you HONK. Move before I run you over HONK. I have several broken lights HONK.
Something my girlfriend noticed now. They don’t seem to have rubbish collections from their houses. Every now and then you see a person (or two or three) riding a moped, carrying a black bag, then chucking it into an open business-waste type bin, of which there are many dotted around.
They can’t do very well at their recycling rates with that kind of set-up.
It’s time for an evening meal. We bought croissants and made our own tea, at breakfast. And we had sandwiches at lunch (local fresh bread, etc).
But despite the crazy budgeting going on (why we’re in self-catering in the first place), dinner is going to have to be bought elsewhere most of the time we think.
We’ve got a hob (1 ring), a small oven, and that’s it. What can you cook with that? Not much, I’m sure you’ll agree.
We’ve got one enormous saucepan, one frying pan, and really nothing in the way of oven trays, etc.
Utensil wise, there’s no wooden spoons or sharp knives, or spatulas.
We’d have to unplug the fridge to run the oven too (we’ve moved the hob into the hallway on a different socket, because of our regular tea-making).
We found a restaurant and were welcomed in. The waitress shook both our hands, which I felt slightly awkward about. I’m not used to this kind of friendly welcome in a quite-cheap restaurant.
I’m pleased to see they accept my card too. I bought a prepaid travel credit card and loaded it with Euros before I left home. So far, nowhere we’d been (not even the supermarket chain) had accepted credit cards at all. Thankfully we split our money between cash and card, in case of this problem.
(You can withdraw cash off the card from any ATM, but you get charged 3%, from memory. It’s better to use it like a credit card.)
The walk home afterwards was quite scary. Some of the roads are quite badly lit, and the lack of light doesn’t encourage anyone to slow down. They’re all still going everywhere at a million miles an hour, hand never far from the horn.