Cars in London drove like they wanted to hit you. If they have the light, they will go or hit you. Because of this, I developed a healthy fear of crossing the street. Only crossing when I had the light or other people were crossing first. I would always walk next to them so if a car came it would hit them first instead of me, even it was the elderly or a child.
One time in London, we were late for a play, so I wasn't thinking. I crossed the street and got really close to being hit my a car. After that we decided to skip the play, which was fine because it was only 12 pounds each and our seats were behind poles.
Because of our two weeks in London, we were scared of crossing the street in Amsterdam. But the cars, and even the trams, would always stop and wait for people. I told my friend it was like the people and the vehicles coexisted here. But Amsterdam had an ungodly amount of bikes, and I realized I had no idea how to react to them. I was walking with my friends and a motorcycle came our way, because bikes could go just about anywhere in Amsterdam. My first instinct wasn't to get out of the way, rather move behind my super sweet, short friend.
Riders would come out of nowhere and start ringing their little bell. I would freeze, stutter left and right, and slowly move out of the way.
So that's how I learned to cross the street in the British and Dutch way.
One time in London, we were late for a play, so I wasn't thinking. I crossed the street and got really close to being hit my a car. After that we decided to skip the play, which was fine because it was only 12 pounds each and our seats were behind poles.
Because of our two weeks in London, we were scared of crossing the street in Amsterdam. But the cars, and even the trams, would always stop and wait for people. I told my friend it was like the people and the vehicles coexisted here. But Amsterdam had an ungodly amount of bikes, and I realized I had no idea how to react to them. I was walking with my friends and a motorcycle came our way, because bikes could go just about anywhere in Amsterdam. My first instinct wasn't to get out of the way, rather move behind my super sweet, short friend.
Riders would come out of nowhere and start ringing their little bell. I would freeze, stutter left and right, and slowly move out of the way.
So that's how I learned to cross the street in the British and Dutch way.