There were many motorcycles driving between the lanes of car traffic and pushing to the front of the intersections. When the light turns green, they would take off at top speed weaving in and out, popping wheelies, blowing smoke and creating a load roar.

There were often 15 motorcycles at each stoplight. Many wouldn't wait for a green light. I even saw one motorcyclist blast through a red light at about 50 mph.

It's probably better to take a taxi. Part of the fee for taking a cab was always, answering the question, "Where are you from." I had been told to say, "Canada," and that they would quiz me if I did (see the Islamic Republic page). Sure enough: "Where are you from." Followed by, "Toronto Really? Okay, what's the Capitol of Canada?" Then, "What's the closest city to ..." Etc., etc. The grilling on my knowledge of Canada did not stop until I got out of the taxi. I think he must have studied up on his Canadian geography just for this purpose.

Most drivers were very friendly. One even taught me the Malay words for "right", "left" and "stop" so I could talk to any cabbies who didn't speak english well.