Tax ! Tax !
© Chad Clark 1-11-01T
aking a ride in a Sharm taxi is just one small part of lifes rich tapestry and is an experience to be cherished. Not only does the driver have absolutely no clue where he’s going, but he doesn’t really know how to drive either. This is obviously of little concern since the contents of his nasal passages are inherently more interesting than the whereabouts of the road or other road users - a special technique learnt at Taxi Drivers School to help alleviate the stresses incurred when not being able to drive or know where you’re going. An alternative method is to concentrate on changing the cassette, though this is loosing favour since whichever cassette eventually works sounds just the same as the last one.Another special technique is employed when driving at night. In order not to dazzle on-coming traffic, it’s considered extremely bad manners to use headlights. Until the last minute that is, when a frantic flashing of full beam should shock the other driver from his reverie and send him hurtling off the road, thus ensuring more space for yourself.
The final joy of any taxi ride is the bill. Having directed the driver to your destination through clenched teeth and bent your arm backwards in an attempt to open a door with no handles it’s customary to pay handsomely for the experience, plus a tip. A certain amount of civilised negotiation is expected, followed by the traditional sign language and references to ones mothers marital status and / or anatomy. Having paid the equivalent of the national debt of Cuba, you may continue your evening out safe in the knowledge that a repeat performance will be required to get home.
Me? I bought a jeep. I keep my lights on at night too. Crazy European………………..