My dad, who was Hong Kong-born and -bred, has often described to me how Hong Kong was the "Shaolin Temple" of driver's training, and that, due to the nature of the former colony's driving laws and a general devil-may-care attitude among Hong Kong drivers, the streets of Hong Kong were veritable killing fields for absent-minded pedestrians and timid drivers.
From what I remember of a childhood visit to Hong Kong when I was about seven years old, Dad wasn't exaggerating. I'd never felt endangered riding in a car in Los Angeles, but in Hong Kong, each taxi cab ride was...shall we say, exciting.
In fact, my dad also says that when he first started driving in the U.S., he was surprised by how mellow and laid-back it seemed compared to driving in Hong Kong. He found American drivers (yes, even in Los Angeles) much more polite and careful in their driving than were drivers in Hong Kong.
And then there's Taiwan, whose drivers my dad said scared even him.