As an Australian, I learned to drive a car on the left side of the road.
Just like half the world does.
The other half drive on the right side. The ‘wrong side of the road’ as far as my instinct is concerned.
In my twenties, I solved this the easy way during our many months in Europe, my partner did most the driving.
In my thirties, wanting to cross Canada by car with a friend, I crossed to the ‘other side’. It really wasn’t that hard. Although I did switch on the windscreen wipers many a sunny day.
I then returned to Australia and had the problem of both sides feeling ‘right’.
Now, in my forties, I’m once again driving on the other side of the road in Vanuatu. This is what I’ve discovered.
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Enjoy driving on the wrong side of the road! You’ll be just fine.