tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887493634994635585.post2337868121615975299..comments2009-06-04T16:51:50.740+03:00Billfredohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02629797188503331650noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887493634994635585.post-46540543216108817462009-06-04T16:51:50.740+03:002009-06-04T16:51:50.740+03:00I thought that I myself had written this story because in the second year of being in Turkey I did the very same thing. Whilst driving through a market area I too knocked a guy flying. He was walking on the road as was everyone else and I wasn&#39;t driving like a maniac but all the same the guy decided to jutt out in front of me. There&#39;s me thinking I would be in deep shit as he spun around from his left arm knock into a spiral his face grimmacing as he did so. I too was guilty but I was freaked out so I carried on. I checked my rear view mirror and he brushed his left arm down and continued on his way. I thought he would call the police because in my country they would probably be called for something very minor. I was surprised and I still am surprised on a regular basis why many Turks don&#39;t have a fear for the road where the car is king.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887493634994635585.post-54684668549095833512009-06-04T00:25:03.874+03:002009-06-04T00:25:03.874+03:00i&#39;d say it&#39;s the same way in the philippines. pedestrians should walk predictably and at constant velocity through traffic.<br /><br />the vehicle with the bigger momentum (usually the car or bike) has right of way.Casehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08626903546324793041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887493634994635585.post-84780689138926092912009-05-25T17:08:13.903+03:002009-05-25T17:08:13.903+03:00Glad to know we are not alone...In Italy, even when they run you down in the crosswalk and drag you for miles, it'll still be your fault!<br />Glad you had a few guilt pangs, tho.<br />francesca maggi<br />burntbythetuscansunFrancesca Maggihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15104487411073849736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887493634994635585.post-45553983023303029782009-05-23T02:54:47.233+03:002009-05-23T02:54:47.233+03:00Yes! I learned that the hard way my first day in Istanbul.Salty Miss Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02603806796783950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887493634994635585.post-84572798665201208312009-05-21T15:31:28.453+03:002009-05-21T15:31:28.453+03:00Roundabouts are like Russian roulette in Turkey...you don't wait for a gap, you just go and hope and pray...if you don't the person behind you just leans on their horn!<br />www.georgedearsley.blogspot.comGeorge Dearsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00304948035932082441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887493634994635585.post-55614091571055408082009-05-21T12:09:48.025+03:002009-05-21T12:09:48.025+03:00They're throwing themselves in the road, I tell you.Peternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6887493634994635585.post-28190887678737151342009-05-21T02:01:27.168+03:002009-05-21T02:01:27.168+03:00That is so right, being a Turkish in the US, I am not still used to drivers giving way to me. <br /><br />Every time I stop before the road and driver stops also, so weird!!!keremhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08463197569137499601noreply@blogger.com