Driving, traffic and road rage. Driving in China has to be one of the most nerve wracking experiences I've encountered since I've been here. The streets are absolutely FULL. Not with cars and trucks as one may think. But with pedestrians, motorcycles, bicyclists, the odd donkey pulling a cart of coal, and any number of such things. Homemade bicycles with large baskets that carry piles of vegetables, tricycles that act as taxis, people moving large amounts of good, all of these vie for the space of the street pavement. While driving in a car, the horn is almost never idle, that gets a little irritating. Watching the scene from the backseat of a car leaves one slack jawed and with a sense of sympathy for the driver. There is no order, it's chaos. Pure chaos. Swerving into oncoming traffic to avoid a bicylist is common, and close calls are common also. The brakes are the drivers best friend, as well as his horn. It can really only be described as a horrible mess. But somehow, one arrives safely at their destination. It's something I still awe at, and am not sure how I'll take the ordered streets and roads of an ordered sort when I leave this region of the world.