Let's just say that worker safety standards are a little more relaxed here than in the United States. The building next door to us was replastered, and the workers were suspended from the roof with ropes, sitting on seats that looked like 8 x 1 x 18 boards. I saw stone cutting, with sparks flying like an arc welder, and the workman not even wearing glasses, let alone a face shield. Children sit in the back seats of cars without car seats or safety belts. It's 1965 out here.
Adults riding bicycles do not wear helmets. Motor scooter riders do not wear helmets. Nobody wears helmets. When you walk, it seems that pedestrians yield to both cars and bicycles, but I don't know what the law actually is. Bicycles and cars and pedestrians, sometimes all traveling at markedly different speeds, pass within inches of each other. In vehicular traffic, lanes are not clearly marked, and sometimes cabs work their way around buses in what can only be described as a high stakes game of chicken.
Yet, I haven't seen a car crash, or even a bike crash since I've been here. Go figure.
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