To say that Guayaco drivers are crazy would be an understatement. They make up their own rules, communicate with honking and angry looks, and endanger themselves and others on a daily basis. And now I feel like one of them.
Sitting at red lights back in the U.S., I feel ready to honk as a little "Come on, just run it! It's going to turn green in 3 seconds! Come on!" In fact, I am prepared to honk at pretty much the slightest provocation. I wish I could say that was the worst of my driving, but it doesn't stop there. When I check my purse for my car keys, I also find myself making sure I have a twenty to bribe the police, just out of habit. On the highway I even find myself thinking, "It's just 15 over, and I've got that twenty in case something goes wrong." Of course, I would never even dream of bribing cops here. None of these things are things I would normally do. In fact, I've never even driven in Guayaquil. I'm too scared to try. But, being here, I realize that I've obviously picked up a few things, and honestly? It scares me. If you see me on the road, watch out. My Guayaquileño-side might have control of the wheel.
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