After a lot of dilly dallying over the years, I finally made my way to a Driving School some weeks ago. My expectations? Learning to drive would be a breeze. After all, I could drive an automatic car (that is, when I managed to get my husband’s hand off the steering wheel and shoo away his acrobatic foot from the foot pedals!).
If you took your driving lessons in Kenya, specifically the city of Nairobi, you probably know how my story goes. And this is the one besides the maddening Nairobi traffic jams, the crazy Matatu drivers and sightless pedestrians. Not to mention increasingly narrow roads (I mean how do they expect anyone to navigate inch-thin turns and curves!), cheeky potholes and many roadwork in progress.