33 steps, yes that's how many it took to cross the road that runs beside the park I took Chardy to this morning. I'm guessing that's at least 10 - 15 more than I would usually take to cross a road in my suburb at home.
I've mentioned before just how wide the roads are. They are really quite something, especially as many of them have no markings at all. That's, no white lines, no yellow or blue ones either. The width of them has caused me to reassess how long I need to safely cross a road, particularly with Chard, who can be a bit unpredictable and drag his feet when he feels like it. The other factor being the speed that drivers seem to think is appropriate. Obviously not all drive as if they are in the latest Ferrari, but enough think they are Lewis Hamilton to make me hesitate before crossing.
When I first arrived I even had to adjust my driving to accomodate the wider turning circles required. I kept cutting the corners short and had to make swift, ungainly adjustments in order to avoid mounting the centre structures.
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