Recently I've come to appreciate public transportation more than I ever had before. To get to my destination with a taxi or minibus, I need not worry about gas, car oil, traffic (unless I'm late), or rude drivers. I can take any mode of transportation from anywhere and for a fee, big or small, get to where I want without having my blood pressure skyrocket because of all the stress that comes with driving.

Despite the fights that I must endure with the drivers over any given fee, at the end of the day it's much easier to simply pay an extra pound and not have to deal with a rude driver or rush hour.

Not only is it faster to take the bus, but it's also cheaper to do so. The bus won't need to be filled up with gas, and the more expensive gas since the one you want is just not available. It's engine oil isn't your responsibility, and even if it does cause a problem, you can simply get off and take a different mode of transportation, rather than having to stand next to your own car and have the whole street stare and thank God that they're not you at that instant.

One needs not worry about the holes, speed-bumps, and pedestrians who pollute the streets by their inconsiderate trotting across the busiest highways in the city during the height of rush hour.

All that being said, I do not intend to give up my car any time soon even though its being a fiat 127

(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/ca/Fiat_127_2_v_sst.jpg )

is reason enough to dump it in the nearest dumpster. The only thing stopping me from taking my

dad's car is simply because my "car"s spare parts are as cheap as dirt, and I've been legally allowed

to drive for 3 weeks...

Epiphany...

I just got my driving lisence today (yes, I passed!) =D and I think that the few hours I spent there taught me some ver yvaluable lessons.

First and foremost, I've realized that the Egyptian public does not and will never actually grasp the concept of a simple, organized line. To get a simple form from the booth, I was squeezed between one man's testicles and another man's behind for almost ten minutes. The smell of sweat literally filled the air, and I had to cover my nose in order not to vomit on the man's head. People were shoving, kicking, swearing, cursing, shouting trying their best to get to the window first. It got so violent that two men beat each other to a pulp because one tried to take the other's turn! I of course took the opportunity and submitted my application while everyone was preoccupied with the fight.

If the people aren't enough, the actual employees are too lazy to even tell people to stand in a line, let alone actually do their job to get things moving! They simply sit on their ever widening asses sipping tea and dunking breadcrums into it at intervals, all the while talking about the latest in the world of underwear and bras with their fellow co-workers.

To top it all off was the perfect ending for the perfect day. As I entered the room where I was to be photographed, an ugly, grubby old man shouted at me, pointing at some official: "Move! Get out! Let the Pasha pass!" The Pasha and his two bitches, excuse the language, left the room quickly having cleared the path, only to bump into an old man also waiting his turn.
I, being annoyed by the entire experience, consolled the old man...

This experience taught me a lot of things, but the one most important piece of information I got from it all was simply this:
We're not called a third world country for nothing!

The ethics of the Rdad!

For someone who just learned to drive, every time s/he gets behind the wheel is a risk. Not knowing if one will get from point A to point B in one piece, it's only natural to feel insecure and drive like an old lady even in the busiest streets. But why do other drivers not recognize that? At one time or another, everyone on the road was new at it all, so why is it if a car is only 2 seconds late in moving once a traffic light opens that people honk their horns like there's no tomorrow?! Will waiting one extra second throw off their entire day? Then comes the hailstorm of swearing and insults that pour down onto you as if you're the cause of all the world's problems.

In my experience on the road, the people most patient and most willing to wait for you if your car stops and whatnot are women. Sometimes I feel sorry for them, having to go through such horrible treatment when they drive, and to be shouted at and insulted because they're just being cautious. So they know what it's like to be on the other end of: "If you can't drive then stay at home and clean the house, bitch!" and they're thus more willing to wait for you if you're having a hard time. Although, truth be told, sometimes a woman's driving can be incredibly annoying, but who am I to judge?

Also related to the issue are the actual traffic regulation, which seem to have become such an abstract concept for so many people nowadays. No one really bothers about the speed limit, directions, and general safety regulations to the point that they've made a new law that states: "Driving in the opposite direction of the natural flow of traffic in a one-way street is punishable by arrest" or something of the sort, that says you'll go to jail for going the wrong way. Is that reasonable?! Most of the streets around here have no signs anyway, so it's virtually impossible to go in the right direction - even if you wanted to!
I think there could have been a more reasonable solution for the problem (not sure exactly what it is, but it's there!)

So if I had the option, I'd stick to public transportation. However, the allure of being behind a wheel is pretty difficult to fight, and my driving exam is on Monday =D