Driving in Malaysia is an interesting study in survival. Everyone speeds, everyone tailgates. Three centimeters constitutes sufficient clearance for merging and cutting off fellow drivers. Lanes on the highway are merely a suggestion, in case one cares to use them.
It's amazing though, how the flow of traffic is still very fluid (whether too fast or too slow). Local drivers apparently know exactly what they're doing, which is why I have decided to abstain from driving in this country. Staying on the left-hand side of the road is difficult enough, not to mention the stress caused by near collisions and over eager Protons sucking at my bumper.
In addition, there are a ton of motorcycles here, which tend to cut in and out of traffic as if they're merely part of a video game. They also go the wrong way on one-way streets whenever they can get away with it. I even saw a family of four perched on a motorbike yesterday. Looks like loads of fun, but I think I'll pass on that one. I prefer to let my taxi driver play the odds.
