
Directional signs in Irish and English, not enough room for two-way traffic, cars parked every which way, street names in small print on the wall. Welcome to driving in Ireland!
In my Driven to Distraction post I alluded to having to get an Irish driver’s licence. I can drive legally for a year on my Canadian licence, but if I intend to stay longer, and if I want to get insurance at reasonable rates, I have to get an Irish one.
I have driven for almost 40 years without incident, in all kinds of conditions (Northern Canadian winters!) and vehicles, standard and automatic. I have rented a car every summer in Ireland year after year. I was prepared for some kind of process whereby I would be asked to demonstrate my competence and my knowledge of the Irish road rules – a process which I assumed would also acknowledge my experience and skills. The first part of that last sentence was a realistic assessment; the second part was a hopeless dream. It turns out that I must start from scratch, as if I was 17, as if I had never driven before.
Perhaps, you surmise, this is because we drive on the right in Canada and in Ireland we drive on the left. But anybody with a European driving licence can simply swap it for an Irish one, no matter what side of the road they drive on. This also applies to those in possession of licences from Taiwan, New Zealand, Japan and South Korea. Within Europe, all countries have agreed to the principle of mutual recognition for all sorts of qualifications and Ireland happens to have concluded agreements with several other countries for mutual recognition of driving licences. But with the US and Canada, it has not yet happened. There are “talks” apparently, but no real progress. This also means that Irish drivers who emigrate to Canada must go through a staged testing process.
Right – fair enough – I must prove my knowledge of the road and my driving competence. OK, theory test now passed, when can I take the road test? Wait, not so fast! First I must take, and pay for, a series of 12 driving lessons from an approved instructor. The lessons must be documented and they should occur two weeks apart: that will take six months. In the meantime, I must have L plates on the car and I cannot drive alone or on Motorways. Did you get that? I CANNOT DRIVE ALONE. I have, in effect, lost my independence. I must rely on Robert to drive me everywhere (we live three miles from the nearest village) or to sit beside me while I drive.
In a future post I will describe the lessons – a whole experience in themselves! Meanwhile, I must admit that studying the Irish Rules of the Road has been a salutary experience. I leave you with some photographs to illustrate the Irish approach to road signage and to the observation of the Rules.
Finola I once spotted double parking on double yellow lines.
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But did you have a camera with you?
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Finola, that’s horrifying! I remember, back in the Dark Ages, getting my licence and how independent it made me feel. Hard to imagine going the other way. It seems as though you are maintaining sanity by nicely balancing outrage with humour …
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Trying…sanity has been seen to wobble…
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Oh dear, seething…yes, I admit, but trying not to sound toooo critical. Failing, I guess. 🙂
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Well now like, we must be thankful you are not having to matriculate the car at the same time. Love the ‘don’t balance your car on the end of the quay’ sign ….. supplied by the sponsors of JCB paint. Love it! I can feel the heat of your seethe from here.
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Especially if one is going 80k per hour!
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One never knows what’s around the corner!
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Your words and photos tell quite a story, Finola, though too bad it’s not fiction!
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Fiction might be too reasonable.
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You can do this, Finola. Just remember you conquered your driveway in Charlie Lake!
Ann McColl
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HI Ann!!! So great to see you on here. Hope you are doing well. And long live memories of Charlie Lake!
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Finola, you make me laugh. 🙂
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What? Not weep with empathy?
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And I thought the rules for driving in Saudi Arabia were harsh, but on second thoughts that’s only for second class citizens, namely women!!!!!! At least Ireland is being inclusive.
David.
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Yes, we are equal opportunity oppressors here, David!
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Finola, I couldn’t stop laughing at this! Especially the speed limits! It’s brilliant! Love Y
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I’m shocked at you laughing, Yvonne! I thought you’d be noting the licence plate numbers to prosecute!
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