You see, I love my dad. But… he learned to drive in California which means he drives really fast. Which is normally fine because he is a good driver and won't kill us, just make us violently nauseous at times. But in a country that drives on the left side of the road and not the right while he sits on the right side of the car and not the left is downright terrifying at times. Especially since he still drives like he’s sitting on the left side of the car. Which means he drives way too far to the left to the point that at times Patrick, Mom, and I all are afraid he is either going to run into a wall or over a cliff. At least in the past week he has been doing a lot better about that and only occasionally forgets to drive on the left side of the road.
I love my dad but fingers crossed that Mom and I survive to the end of the trip.