When you go somewhere you’ve never been, you have to learn how to get where you’re going.
This week I’ve been navigating the roads of Hilton, KwaZulu-Natal on my own. On Monday I drove to the gym, about 11 miles from home, down a mountain road. The mountain itself is covered with eucalyptus trees. The air smelled like burning wood.
I disregarded the GPS, which had told me to take a highway that bypasses the mountain. I always like mountain roads more than freeways, especially in a four-wheel-drive vehicle with five speeds.
Here in South Africa you drive on the left side of the road. After 10 years of living in New York City without a car, the left side of the road feels nearly as natural to me as the right.