Driving on the wrong side, in the dark, in the rain

Two hours after picking up the car at Cape Town airport, the sky opened. I had never driven on the left from the right seat. The wipers were on a stalk I kept mistaking for the indicator. Every roundabout was a quiet decision tree of "do I turn the wheel or do I not." Somehow we made it to the guesthouse in Stellenbosch. The owner laughed and said the rain was unusual. I drank a glass of wine standing up.