Comments on: That Taxi Driver is Probably NOT Your Friend http://www.havepack.com/that-taxi-driver-is-probably-not-your-friend/ Travel tips and stories for backpackers, budget travelers, and those wanting to discover the world through something more than a simple vacation. Fri, 09 Jul 2010 03:44:26 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: Alouise http://www.havepack.com/that-taxi-driver-is-probably-not-your-friend/#comment-3764 Alouise Sun, 07 Feb 2010 21:43:21 +0000 http://www.havepack.com/?p=483#comment-3764 i work at a hotel close to an airport. We have a free shuttle for our guests, but a lot of times people at the airport will ask the taxi drivers if the shuttle is running (it runs 24 hours) and they'll say no. Then of course these people end up paying the driver $10 to take them to the hotel when it's free. i work at a hotel close to an airport. We have a free shuttle for our guests, but a lot of times people at the airport will ask the taxi drivers if the shuttle is running (it runs 24 hours) and they’ll say no. Then of course these people end up paying the driver $10 to take them to the hotel when it’s free.

]]> By: Cristina http://www.havepack.com/that-taxi-driver-is-probably-not-your-friend/#comment-1339 Cristina Sat, 11 Jul 2009 17:12:57 +0000 http://www.havepack.com/?p=483#comment-1339 My rule is to use the public transport EVERYWHERE, including in my home country. I prefer to travel slower and wt a map but at least i know i don't get ripped off. Even at home, I grab a can ONLY if it's impossible to walk or get public transportation. My rule is to use the public transport EVERYWHERE, including in my home country. I prefer to travel slower and wt a map but at least i know i don’t get ripped off. Even at home, I grab a can ONLY if it’s impossible to walk or get public transportation.

]]> By: Katie http://www.havepack.com/that-taxi-driver-is-probably-not-your-friend/#comment-200 Katie Thu, 12 Mar 2009 13:50:49 +0000 http://www.havepack.com/?p=483#comment-200 I've actually had nothing but good experiences with cab drivers in other countries. In Spain our cabbie even got out of the cab and tried to help us find our hostel on the streets of the Bari Gotic. But I have plenty of horros stories from the US. The last time I was home in Detroit, my husband and I decided to get dropped off at the bar and either get a ride with a sober friend or take a cab home. This is Detroit. Everyone drives. So when we asked the bartender to call us a cab he looked at us like we were insane and then told us it would be almost an hour. When our cab finally arrived, we thought the driver looked a little crazy. He was babbling on about how when you work the night shift you see all kinds of crazy things, and you get tired but you can't take drugs to stay away. Dan and I kept exhanging what-the-heck-is-talking-about looks and I kind of noticed that he was driving eractically but I thought maybe I was just a little tipsy. As we pulled onto Dan's parent's street (where we were staying)sirens starting blaring and light started flashing behind us. Halfway down the street our cabbie stopped. We could see the house so we threw $15 (why did we pay?) at the cabbie and started to get out. The police officer yelled at us to get back into the car, then approached the driver's window and said that they had receievd a call that there was a cab driver swerving on the road. We explained that we just lived a few houses down and the cop allowed us to get out and walk. As we made our way down the street, we turned back to our cabbie attempting to walk a straight line, and failing miserably. I’ve actually had nothing but good experiences with cab drivers in other countries. In Spain our cabbie even got out of the cab and tried to help us find our hostel on the streets of the Bari Gotic.

But I have plenty of horros stories from the US.

The last time I was home in Detroit, my husband and I decided to get dropped off at the bar and either get a ride with a sober friend or take a cab home. This is Detroit. Everyone drives. So when we asked the bartender to call us a cab he looked at us like we were insane and then told us it would be almost an hour.

When our cab finally arrived, we thought the driver looked a little crazy. He was babbling on about how when you work the night shift you see all kinds of crazy things, and you get tired but you can’t take drugs to stay away. Dan and I kept exhanging what-the-heck-is-talking-about looks and I kind of noticed that he was driving eractically but I thought maybe I was just a little tipsy.

As we pulled onto Dan’s parent’s street (where we were staying)sirens starting blaring and light started flashing behind us. Halfway down the street our cabbie stopped. We could see the house so we threw $15 (why did we pay?) at the cabbie and started to get out. The police officer yelled at us to get back into the car, then approached the driver’s window and said that they had receievd a call that there was a cab driver swerving on the road. We explained that we just lived a few houses down and the cop allowed us to get out and walk. As we made our way down the street, we turned back to our cabbie attempting to walk a straight line, and failing miserably.

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