I live out on the boonies and prefer life where the air is clean and there is no traffic. Coming to CABA gives me hives.
It's pretty straightforward, in Argentina, rules are more like a distant cousin than anything concrete – they're not even a suggestion. The only cardinal rule seems to be self-preservation, with a sprinkle of most people not wanting to turn the streets into a demolition derby. So, everyone's just driving or strolling based on what feels safe enough. You can imagine, it's not exactly the gold standard for running a tight ship in traffic.
The real kicker? The lack of consequences and a police presence that's more like a cameo in the grand traffic show. I've never seen such laid-back cops anywhere. They're either cruising around or playing the role of potted plants on the sidelines. Fines? Who even knows how much they are, because no one in my circle has ever bothered complaining about paying one. The only time I heard of a traffic fine was some wild tale about a car rental demanding an astronomical sum for a supposed traffic misdemeanor, and that sounded like something out of a fiction novel.
This lack-of-punishment vibe isn't just confined to traffic; it's like a societal theme park. Working under the table, skipping invoices – it's a rule-breaking fiesta. I mean, why stick to rules that seem more like optional guidelines, right?
It's pretty straightforward, in Argentina, rules are more like a distant cousin than anything concrete – they're not even a suggestion. The only cardinal rule seems to be self-preservation, with a sprinkle of most people not wanting to turn the streets into a demolition derby. So, everyone's just driving or strolling based on what feels safe enough. You can imagine, it's not exactly the gold standard for running a tight ship in traffic.
The real kicker? The lack of consequences and a police presence that's more like a cameo in the grand traffic show. I've never seen such laid-back cops anywhere. They're either cruising around or playing the role of potted plants on the sidelines. Fines? Who even knows how much they are, because no one in my circle has ever bothered complaining about paying one. The only time I heard of a traffic fine was some wild tale about a car rental demanding an astronomical sum for a supposed traffic misdemeanor, and that sounded like something out of a fiction novel.
This lack-of-punishment vibe isn't just confined to traffic; it's like a societal theme park. Working under the table, skipping invoices – it's a rule-breaking fiesta. I mean, why stick to rules that seem more like optional guidelines, right?