DRIVING in Port Moresby is stressful at any time for motorists with common sense. (I can hear you scream that this is an understatement.)
Anyway, the number of idiots who sit behind wheels is unusually higher in Port Moresby then in any other town in Papua New Guinea, possibly the world.
Turning with no indication and stopping anywhere to chat are apparently not traffic offences since so many motorists do it.
Then there are the falling apart trucks driving carting rubbish commanded by a character who looks like he barely could walk upright let alone speak.
This Captain of Chaos wears a filthy singlet and spits betelnut streams at will as he drives at snail’s pace strewing rubbish from his death mobile, oblivious to the carnage he leaves in his wake as he turns anywhere, anytime with no warning.