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Glimpses of Greece: When
I arrived in
That
crisis averted, I then had to catch a taxi for a
But
I averted that crisis too and landed safely in the port city of
Volos. Never having travelled overseas before, it
took me some weeks to adjust to the right-hand-side drive, and still today I
make sure I look both ways when I cross any road, as a pedestrian. I have never driven a car, but even as a
pedestrian you have to know what the cars are doing.
And
then I had an epiphany. Having had a
month or two to adjust to the madness, I was sitting in a café in
Volos, looking at a busy
street intersection, when it clicked. This wasn’t madness – it was beauty. I stared at that intersection for 30 minutes in blinding awe. The cars, the people, the motorbikes, the
stray dogs even – they weaved in and out of each other with great dexterity and
harmony. It was an epiphanic moment for
me because I knew at that moment that I would be able to live in
Greece
more
permanently.
Now,
two years later, it is second nature to me. And very pleasurable. Unquestionably, the movement of traffic in
Greece
is
intelligent, inventive, efficient and harmonious. Mothers wheel prams on the roads because the
footpaths are broken; motorbikes zoom along on footpaths next to pedestrians;
people cross busy roads with great ease; cars double-park but quickly move if a
bus driver honks his horn.
There
is no comparison with
Australia,
where the traffic is completely ordered. But Greeks simply don’t have the
space – dense living dictates they have to utilise every inch to get
by. It’s fascinating walking through the
streets of
Athens,
observing this precise complexity of movement.
Of
course, the road fatality rate in Greece is double that of Australia’s, but
this is mainly due to speeding on country roads – very few accidents seem to
happen on the city streets themselves.
When
people from outside
© Bill Mousoulis 2010 This article first appeared in Neos Kosmos, 2010.
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