the "right" side of the road

australia almost killed me.
not while i was there, although there were plenty of deadly animals that could have done the job.
but since i've been back...
i think there have been about four or five times in the past few weeks when i couldn't remember which side of the road i was supposed to turn onto in order to safely drive. keep in mind that on these occasions there were no other cars on the road to guide my ability to judge this. however, it is quite disconcerting to not remember, even for only a second or so, which side of the road is the "right" side!
as much as i want to hold onto every dear memory of my time in that country, perhaps it would be best if a few of my memories weren't quite so vividly remembered. i never imagined that driving up front with carl would have such lasting effects!