Dinderina is, as usual, getting me lost and trying to kill me. She also started showing off and talking in metrics—go 25 kilometers straight ahead, or turn left in 200 liters, and other stuff I don’t understand. It’s hard enough adjusting to driving here.
I checked the map for a town before I left this morning, and it was a little over a 3 hour drive away. I got on the road and a mileage sign said 300 miles. That didn’t make sense until I saw the next sign which was speed limit—100! I guess if you drive 100 miles an hour it only takes 3 hours to go 300 miles.
Remembering to drive on the other side of the road is hard, too. So, I have to listen to her blather while I get used to driving 100 miles an hour on the other side of the road. There are not many cars the roads I take, but they drive a little crazy—on the wrong side of the road, in the ditch, all over the place. They also honk their horns a lot more than we do in Wisconsin. I should move here and open a driving school.
Commentary from the kids
From the younger daughter: Driving there seems crazy! 100 speed limit? What even is the point of having a speed limit?? Maybe only take videos and photos when you’re not driving 😬
From the older daughter: Remember how gullible he thinks you are? Yeah, that.
Where to tomorrow?
This map is hard to see, but I was driving on the road in green going across and saw the road in blue going down. The map I was looking at was a regular map, and I just accidentally noticed the road. It was about 90 miles to a little town called South Baymouth. I looked it up and it had a couple of hundred people but the road went through what appeared to be an interesting area.
So, I took it.