"I'm not afraid to drive!"
“Aren’t you afraid to drive?”
A friend of mine asked me that question when we were comparing notes about our travels. I mentioned that I had recently rented cars in both Morocco and Portugal.
“No, I am not afraid to drive.”
Over the past twelve months I have driven in Georgia, Armenia and Azerbaijan. In Israel I drove from Tel Aviv to Tzfat, but in both directions, I must admit, I got terribly lost in the hilly streets of Haifa!
In case you are wondering, no, I will never drive in Thailand. Here we drive on the "wrong side" of the road. (I did manage a successful motor tour of Western Australia several years ago.)
In fact, driving in a foreign country is one of my favorite activities. Stop for a hot coffee in a small town. Buy clean socks or fresh pastry at a market in an “off the beaten track” village. Pause for a photo shoot on the banks of a quiet river, or near a beflowered hillside, or on a lonely mountain top.
My next foreign road adventure is already planned. (September 10 – November 14.) But as I once again ponder my friend’s question, I regret to report that my answer is quite the opposite. Perforce, I will be gingerly navigating the streets and highways of one of the most dangerous areas in the world.
Miami, Florida, USA!
To put it mildly, I am apprehensive.
I-95, here I come.
Wish me luck.