Jeepneys
I'm jumping in and out of the brightly coloured, open ended, still moving jeepneys like a pro these days. And easing my way on foot out into the endless streams of traffic as confidently as the tiny child I saw raise an authoritative hand to bring a truck to a halt as he stepped out in front of it.
In fact the last jeepney I caught I found myself in the responsible position of passing the fares of others further down on the bench seat to the driver and returning their change.
I love the way, in bumper to bumper traffic, the jeepney drivers fight for every inch of road space they can gain, dodging bicycles, cars and buses while changing gears and lanes (if the term road lanes can even be applied here), and handling the fares on the dashboard all at the same time. I have the utmost confidence in their driving, that they will do everything in their power to break through the immovable wall of traffic and inch forward as though through an act of sheer will power.
Despite the craziness of the traffic, where indicating and using side and rear view mirrors is optional, while horns are encouraged, I don't think I've seen any road rage here.
