Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The Language of the Road




It’s like water.  It flows into whatever space is available, no matter which side of the street.  It stays at a constant metered pace, unless a dam of sorts forms ahead stopping its flow.  Everything -  scooters, push bikes, cars, buses, wagons - they all just move back and forth with a sense of grace and order that is only appreciated after you have experienced it for long enough to understand it.    Contrast to one’s first impression, there are indeed rules.  If you stay in the flow, don’t make any erratic movements, and stay aware, everything just works.   One short beep, I am coming by.  One long beep, I am coming by and you are in my way.  Repeated beeps, I am coming by, you are in my way, and you will get hurt if you don’t adjust quickly.  It is just the way it is.  It’s the language of the road.  And like any other language, once you give up criticizing its differences and instead embrace them, you get it.

This morning riding my bike in rush hour to school, I felt Chinese.  Stopped at the lights, I looked around at the crowd of us waiting and saw that I had indeed stopped in the right place. Scooters turning right could pass without a honk and cars doing the same could easily turn on the other side of me without feeling the need to yell “lao wai” (foreigner) as they pass.  I may be the only one wearing a helmet and the only one who still fears the buses, but I understand the flow.  Now I speak the language.

5 comments:

Dianne Lohse said...

CONGRATS... Be Safe My Friend...

meg said...

not sure which i love more - the shot or the words. awesome. love you guys!

Dena said...

I am an addict to your posts on China life. Addict.

Keep them coming.

oh and also please continue to wear you helmet:)

Auntie Kim :o] said...

I agree with Dena.. You keep us in suspense of your next post. Be Safe sis... :O)

Lesly said...

I guess we're all in agreement, stay safe and keep writing.