I still have found memories of laughing at my brothers pronunciation of motorbike as a child. Granted I was too young to remember it myself, but the memories of my mother are enough to bring a smile to anyone’s face.

Here in Uganda we have a great many motorbike riders here, having driven a motorbike myself in the UK, and been a passenger countless times he in Uganda it’s given me a greater appreciation for each day that I continue to live. Motorbike drivers here do not see roads as normal people see roads, with cars and other vehicles. But a road, with lots of holes in, is I

Simple a race track, with hundreds of moving obstacles that must be overtaken in the shortest time possible. When your on the back of these, you often fear for your life and thank God every time you arrive at your destination with all your belongings and limbs still attached.

They also think they are ninjas. Fitting through gaps that don’t really exists and believing that real world objects will pass right through them if they drive in front of them. I’ve seen a number of accidents while I’ve been here, although not as many as I would of expected. I’ve seen articulated lorries sticking out of trees at the side of the road, motorised trikes full of empty coke bottles upside down, and motorbikes parked underneath taxis. I’m not aware of any major industries in either case though, which I suppose is the positive we can draw from it.

This does make the hazard perception test in the UK feel inadequate. In the test you click the mouse when you see a potential hazard emerging (sounds pretty simple). I expect the test is slightly different here. If you were to record a video of driving laming the main road here, you could quite happily click at a constant rate all the way through it and still fail to identify all the hazards that emerged in that short time!

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