taxi diaries

first day, taxi with legolas

the taxi driver tries to be funny and accommodating. as if we all know each other. he even excused and asked us if he can use the bathroom in the gasoline station first. along the way he tells us stories that we do not care about. plus, there are mosquitoes inside the cab and he tries to slap it with both hands. he was polite but says a lot of things which is none of our business.

second day, taxi with legolas

the taxi driver, a middle aged man who seem to have never been in a shower for weeks. his hair is shaggy and clothes untidy. the car is a total mess literally. he scratches his scalp and dandruff fall on the seat and then puckers his nose with his fingers. totally disaster. he was rude and seems not in his sanity. thank God me and legolas were able to get home safe.

third day, taxi with legolas

the taxi driver seems not good with directions, we drived thru ortigas and all that crazy streets before we reached shaw blvd. i asked him why it takes him so long to get us to the place and then like a volcano he just burst in anger and said he wants to avoid the traffic. but again i never lost my patience and just stay mum. but legolas told him to just shut up. 

fourth day, taxi with legolas and ces

at last finally, a 'normal' driver this time. he knows the metro directions. is polite and drives safely. good thing we were able to get home safely after a double shift. 

well all i can say is be careful all the time! make sure you know how to protect yourself. be calm and never talk or argue to strangers. you do not know what they're up to.

ciao!