It’s even more amazing to cross one of those streets on foot. The idea is to walk at a slow steady pace and assume that you’ll be seen. Sometimes I chickened out and got an escort across the street–usally an old man who took pity on the poor westerner. One time a friend hired a pedi-cab to get him across the street.
That is crazy man. I’d have to make some huge neon cardboard sign so I was definitely noticed. Or maybe try to cross naked, who wants to hit a naked guy?
It’s even more amazing to cross one of those streets on foot. The idea is to walk at a slow steady pace and assume that you’ll be seen. Sometimes I chickened out and got an escort across the street–usally an old man who took pity on the poor westerner. One time a friend hired a pedi-cab to get him across the street.
That is crazy man. I’d have to make some huge neon cardboard sign so I was definitely noticed. Or maybe try to cross naked, who wants to hit a naked guy?