You will never ever EVER complain about drivers in your hometown when you attempt to perform the duties of a pedestrian in Malaysia.
Malaysian drivers will not stop for you. EVER.
We have crossed the street with a six year old, a three year old, and a baby, and they have not corrected their velocity one iota.
It adds a certain spice to life.
A spice called terror.
Must go. I have alcohol waiting for me.
Now that I think about it… the alcohol probably doesn’t help me as a pedestrian.