The only traffic rules were the taxi driver HAD to pass every vehicle in front of him, regardless of how much the passengers screamed or otherwise annoyed him. There was also the Law of Gross Tonnage - bigger trucks could generally get the right of way no matter where they were in the line up for the entrance to the road.

One time when the brakes were failing on our taxi, the driver stopped to check the brake fluid. Seeing that the fluid was now approaching the vapor stage, he chose the only next logical decision and filled the master cylinder with beer and off we went.

The best way to avoid wildlife on the road (especially goats - they’re hopelessly stupid) was to aim directly for them. By the time your taxi got to their place in the road, they were usually gone. Plus, you NEVER stopped to inquire if the animal survived, else you might have to pay for the creature.