One thing that held my attention when I was in Israel was the way cars, even cars and pedestrians, at times played a brand of slow-motion chicken that usually had me wondering who would hit who first.
Nobody did. Not while I was watching. But a few came close. You’d never know that pedestrians have the right of way, or that cars entering a traffic circle (called a “roundabout” in Brit speak) are supposed to let the folks already in the circle go first. Sometimes they do. Sometimes they don’t. Depends on who chickens out.
Even this travel site acknowledges the situation, somewhat: “Israeli drivers have little if any patience and the driving culture can be referred to as wild.”
I came home thinking, yeah, I could rent a car and drive there. But I might want to practice rolling-stops first. And gut up for playing chicken.
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