When I was in Nepal, busses would round blind corners on barely-two-lane cliffside roads - meaning 100+ metre cliffs above AND below - at full speed, and their only warning was just a bunch of honks. The problem is there’s so much honking it’s hard to imagine anyone can tell where it’s coming from, especially given the people you’re trying to warn are around the corner and can probably only hear you due to echoes coming from the far side of the valley.

The game for me became, count how many busses were destroyed at the bottom of the cliffs, or hanging precariously over the edge having punched through the concrete barrier, or tipped on their side in the lowlands, or just… fucking INTEGRATED with one another after a head on collision that definitely killed both drivers and anyone sitting in the driver’s quadrant of each bus.

I definitely lost count, except for that last example of which I saw exactly one (1), and I learned that honking is no substitute for real infrastructure. Structural adjustment policies killed those people.