My First Driving Experience in the UK

“Now I have tomorrow behind me,” I said, now having driven in the UK.

I was extremely exhausted after our harrowing eight-hour trip (supposed to be 5-1/4) from London. We drove in an hour-long traffic jam. We drove through roundabouts. Maybe only three times did I slam on the breaks so hard because cars came up so suddenly. This sent, of course, everything in the car to the floor.  I drove over curbs (once definitely causing damage to the underside of the “carriage”). Only one time did I completely panic, screaming an untruth, “I am on the wrong side of the road!!!!” Luckily, I was able to immediately pull into a “petrol” station, saving us from the peril we never were in.

Adding to our stress, we had no cash despite repeated attempts. We were dehydrated and starving (ok I am exaggerating). Through all of this I always stayed positive. I didn’t want to stress out my young daughter who was calmly and continuously selecting music from her playlist for us to listen. But I’m kidding also. She definitely picked up on the fact that I couldn’t not keep the car in the middle of the road and always wanted to drive on the wrong side…I wonder how why she knew? 🙂 

That was my first driving experience in the UK. I’m not sure I will ever do it again.