Living in a different culture from your own leads to some interesting adventures, and many times those interesting adventures come from places you’d never expect. I recently experienced one such escapade while taking my moto driving test with two other MCC volunteers.
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| Driving the Figure-Eight |
Before taking the test we were given a study book of Lao signs and various ‘rules of the road.’ We also practiced the figure eight obstacle course that is part of every test.
On the testing day, we arrived with plenty of time to run through the obstacle course a few times to refresh. We then made our way to the testing room, received our queue number and waited with over a hundred others. In the front of the room was a large screen playing videos. I thought it would be of traffic rules and safety on the road, but I was wrong. My already weak stomach was weakened even more by video after video showing traffic accidents, the majority real life scenarios and graphically R-rated. If they were trying to scare away the weak ones, it almost worked on me! Then the videos changed to accidents in general: wrestling, airplane, helicopter… and we wondered, ‘What do they have to do with taking your driving test?’
We were then introduced to Lao Laws, driving rules and refreshed signs and driving scenarios. This part was very difficult to understand, partly due to the echoing sound system and also to my poor comprehension of Lao driving vocabulary. I hope there wasn’t anything too important!
The testing began. As we received our test booklets and answer sheets, I got a bit scared. There was no way I was going to be able to take this test as a written test! Thankfully they also offer the test orally, so I, and the two other MCC volunteers, separated from the group and waited in a side room.
In a short time a facilitator came and tested us personally. The test itself was quite easy, but the combination of trying to understand the question through broken English and use of British vocabulary often threw me for a loop. The question I found most hard was, ‘What... to do… when you come... to zebra?’ I racked my brain, ‘What is a zebra? Are there even zebras in Laos?’ Apparently he was referring to zebra crossings, an English term for pedestrian crossings.
With the oral test finished, I took a picture, donning a black suit coat as the photographer felt I should look more professional, and made my way to the obstacle course.
The final step in acquiring my license was to drive a figure-eight on a small piece of concrete. All I had to do was follow the painted lines, not put my feet down and not get intimidated by the hundred person audience (others taking their test) or the uniformed facilitator watching closely.
With everything completed, I received my printed license a week later.