You also have to be careful walking in countries that drive on the left. I was in Tokyo, looked to my left and almost stepped off the curb right in front of a taxi.
Yup..Been there, done that(In London). I was sent to England on work assignment about 10 yrs. Being a cocky American, with 25 years of driving experience (and having owned several British cars) and racing I thought to myself "How hard could it be to learn to drive the other way?) Answer: REALLY, REALLY hard. All of your "instincts" (really habits) regarding where to look for traffic are reversed. The first few days I had any number of close calls when driving. The first weekend a co-worker and I took the "tube" into London (we were staying/working about 10 miles away) and walked around, which is where I almost stepped in front of the taxi.
However the second weekend another co-worker and I decide to go sight-seeing, driving "cross-country" to Bath, then to Stonehenge, then back "home".
With me driving. I nominated that co-worker for "bravest man on earth" after our little jaunt. Every time I came to a roundabout I would look the "wrong" way, for oncoming cars. Luckily my "navigator" caught me most times. So in the 3 weeks I was there I managed to NOT kill any Britons, myself or my co-workers. But it was a near thing!
However, the worst riding experiences I ever had were in Sao Paulo, Brazil. This is the secong largest city on the planet. I quickly decided (or was discouraged, I forget which) from renting a car, and soon found out why.
First, navigation is all but impossible, as there's no rhyme or reason to the layout, that I could see. Plus, each afternoon there'd be a thunderstorm, which would flood some streets, and the taxi driver would have to find an alternate route. Traffic was always bad, but then it wold be horrific(sometimes a 2 hour trip between work and hotel). And basically, there are no rules. Red lights, stop signs---these are merely suggestions! Red light means you might possibly want to think about slowing down, apparently Told my boss back home that I fully expected to die in a cab in Brazil. Once I found a cab driver that wasn't a complete lunatic behind the wheel, I made sure he picked us up/for all trips to and from worksite. But I loved Brazil, cool place.
Anyway, way OT, but fun to swap stories, etc.