Driving on the wrong side of the road
Well, we survived driving on the wrong side of the road. So did the car, mostly. The only major incident occurred one morning when I drove on the American side of the road and began to make a right turn only to discover that it was about to be into oncoming traffic. That was kind of scary. Other than that, aside from a few curb bumps and turning the windshield wipers on about 60 percent of the time while trying to switch on the turn signal, I think that I did pretty well. There is a small ding in the windshield but that wasn’t our fault.
The things that almost defeated me however, were the roundabouts. I am not even sure that they are different from those in the States. The thing that makes them so much worse is that they are all over here! Sometimes you have to go through something like 20 of them in a trip! While civil and traffic engineers may love them, they are a horror for the visitor who doesn’t know where she is going. Dana and I were heading to Noosa and after several roundabouts and more than a few wrong exits, we decided to just end the misery. We pulled into the nearest place, the Anchor Motel, found that we were only a kilometer or two from the beach and decided to just park ourselves there for the night. It turned out great because the people were very friendly and we left them with a Team USA T-shirt.