Driving on the motorway in Europe is easy. Driving in inner cities is a completely different matter. Streets are narrower, corners are tighter, you have to watch out for cyclists and pedestrians everywhere and all in all, it can be quite daunting to get into a town.
Last night I had to pick up a gaggle of sorority girls (six new members if you please), who giggled and gaggled for over two hours while I drove them to their 'home', a pub! As I entered the town where I spent most of my childhood, one of them came up to me asking me whether I knew the town. Well, I know how to get to my old home, but not the driving situation in the center of town. According to her though, all coaches would come into that street, so it was possible. I was willing to give it a go!
I drove into town, making tighter turns on each occasion and finally came into a street where I was even able to turn my coach around and drop the giggling gaggle off. After which I had to get out of those tiny streets and go home. My satnav had a certain route in mind that I found would be impossible to pursue, I would have damaged the coach on several sides. So, I had to reverse out again, reverse down the road up to a point where I could turn onto the other side of the canal and then go home. I managed though. Because I am such a good driver!!