If there is one single thing about Mexico City that stands out as being utter, complete and absolute madness, it’s the incredible amount of traffic and manic driving that exists on the city’s roads.
In my 10 months here I have so far seen two dead bodies, a number of just wrecked cars lying on their roofs, countless scrapes and bangs, paid a 100 peso bribe to a policeman, choked on the chronic fumes and gripped numerous dash boards, knuckles white with terror, as my drunken driver guides me home at a speed associated more often than not with a race track.
I will never attempt to drive here. The roads are too chaotic, the city too large to be able navigate. I reckon you have to be born here to even dare trying!