When traveling to Ireland, the most common mode of transportation for exploring is a car. Often, one thinks of a car being a great addition to their trip. You don't have to rely on the train, bus or taxi, which leaves you additional time for other things. It is so great to have a car on vacation right? I don't think so.
When you have to drive a manuel car on the left side of the road, it can make things a bit scarey, confusing, and exhausting. When Kevin, drove the car, he had difficulty keeping up to speed.
The distance between cars from the passengers seat appears to be merely a few inches. Sometimes it appears to be even less and that's when my hands come straight up directly over my eyes. When I place my whole head into my lap, fear is immediately instilled upon me leaving me questioning my life. "God please don't let this be the way I will die." While it all sounds quite traumatic, it may also come as a shock that I was not even the driver yet a full-time passenger.
My girlfriend, also a passenger, informed me of the dangers of sittting in the passengers seat in Ireland. Usually, she may overreact to some things, but this time it was a true statement. It is almost like one of those trick mirrors where everything appears a bit foggy. With some practice, Kevin's driving improved, but still there were close calls when entering into roundabouts and staying on the correct side of the road. When picking up the car, I was focused on getting the new Black manuel Dacia, but all the mini manuel cars are potential death traps in my opinion.
Luckily, we arrived at our hotel, D Hotel in Drogheda where we did not need the car. It was such a breath of fresh air.
When you have to drive a manuel car on the left side of the road, it can make things a bit scarey, confusing, and exhausting. When Kevin, drove the car, he had difficulty keeping up to speed.
The distance between cars from the passengers seat appears to be merely a few inches. Sometimes it appears to be even less and that's when my hands come straight up directly over my eyes. When I place my whole head into my lap, fear is immediately instilled upon me leaving me questioning my life. "God please don't let this be the way I will die." While it all sounds quite traumatic, it may also come as a shock that I was not even the driver yet a full-time passenger.
My girlfriend, also a passenger, informed me of the dangers of sittting in the passengers seat in Ireland. Usually, she may overreact to some things, but this time it was a true statement. It is almost like one of those trick mirrors where everything appears a bit foggy. With some practice, Kevin's driving improved, but still there were close calls when entering into roundabouts and staying on the correct side of the road. When picking up the car, I was focused on getting the new Black manuel Dacia, but all the mini manuel cars are potential death traps in my opinion.
Luckily, we arrived at our hotel, D Hotel in Drogheda where we did not need the car. It was such a breath of fresh air.
Thank you God for your protection and comfort today. Amen
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