Dad approved to let her take the car on a non-school day. She’d only started driving it on her own that week so she was pretty pumped. Weekend traffic in Cebu was moderate. She’d get to her destination in 30 minutes tops. She checks her watch. At the speed she was going, she’d be fashionably ten-minutes late (her peers from engineering were probably going to do the same anyway).
She drove northwards on the main highway, turned left after passing four intersections with traffic lights and then turned right on the first corner.
She drove on for another ten minutes or maybe twenty. Was she supposed to make another right after that first one? Or a left?
Wait I don’t remember seeing the name of this subdivision I’m in. What landmark am I looking for again?
An SMS arrives. Wer r u?
Good question. Where was I?
Lesson: Just because you’ve got a car and the license to drive, doesn’t mean you’d automatically know where to go.
Most roads/alleys/corners/streets in my hometown are unmarked. It adds to the mystique, doesn’t it? Not. Directions (especially the ones that involve finding a restaurant/house/billiard hall tucked away in a maze of winding inroads), I’m afraid, escape me. The person giving me instructions loses me after the specifics of the first turn.
I’m hopeless with directions. Or so I believed until I moved out of my parents’ house. What do you do when, even if you don’t drive in the country you’re currently in, you can’t read the signs (since they’re mostly in Mandarin)?
I turned from being hopeless to simply being impaired. Impairment can be mitigated by getting lost so many times that you are forced to: 1) learn to communicate with the locals, 2) get familiar with all those Chinese characters, and 3) use Google maps.