we’re headed out of shanghai. He speaks no english, which is fine generally. but by the by I pissed him off. When you’re in a taxi heading somewhere unknown (no idea how far, 1hr.? 5hr.? 1/2hr?) with a hostile taxi driver it’s fun to toy with the idea that neither you nor he really knows what’s going on. Or worse he does -- and might just let me off on a corner somewhere....
In India this happened. For more than a half hr. the driver drove. When pressed with pen and paper ‘do you KNOW where your going’ -- ‘we’re going HERE....scribble scribble’ he vigorously shakes his head and says ‘no, no!). So I get out and wait befuddled, for another taxi.
This time I’m armed with three destinations. Hotels and a business. If I get the improbable but possible ‘no, no! I’ll whip out my back up ammo-- chinese written hotels! . And then pay him more money.....
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After a 1/2hr. or so we crossed a big bridge! landmark and cookie crumbs for the trip back....
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