Why have taxi drivers got such a bad name?
I first heard the warning about them in ’68 when prior to my first visit to the USA I was told whatever I did I wasn’t to trust a New York City taxi driver.
What a young woman was supposed to do when she was spat out of an ocean liner along with a cabin trunk and two suitcases on to Pier 8 (or was it 10) they didn’t say.
All I had with me,beside the luggage was an address in the Bronx,where they might or might not be expecting me. So it was a case of having to trust one of those famous yellow cab drivers.
Despite my 5’8” I do tend to bring out the protective instinct in the opposite sex,and people say I look more than passable, but whatever it was that lovely cab driver drove me up town,wanted to wait while I found out if I was expected and then helped me to carry all the things inside.
I was bowled over for life,there is no one like a NYC cab driver-except perhaps a London one.
I love taxi drivers,and I have experienced a few ‘interesting’ ones in my time.
Before my trip to Asia I was warned again,by guide books especially, but I would like to say that the taxi drivers in Asia did not drive off with my luggage, stuck to the previously arranged price, brought me as far as I could judge directly to where I wanted to go, were extremelyhelpfull and friendly with or without a tip. Whether it was a driver of a bike rikshaw, tuk tuk, songthaews or car, I could trust them all.