Taxis

Although I'm an independent traveller, I'm not a thrill seeker.  Honestly! The most dangerous thing we do while travelling is taking taxis. We have taken about 35 taxis in 2 weeks. Only two of them had seatbelts and most of them drove too fast. We felt safest in the taxi going from Bogota airport to our hotel on the last night. The driver was a woman and I don't think this was a coincidence. David should be writing this post as it was his idea, but here are the worst 5 taxi drivers from our trip.

In fifth place...

Medellin: coming home from the trendy Zona Rosa night spot area on a Saturday night. The driver overshot the turnoff to our hotel on the dual carriageway. When he realised, he screeched to a halt and then started reversing at top speed!! We said we'd get out and walk as it wasn't far. He said that he was terribly sorry and explained that his sick daughter was on his mind. Bless. Glad we got out of the car though...

In fourth place...

Medellin again: Man who took us to the airport. He was desperate to overtake on a blind bend uphill. Luckily he couldn't follow through as his car was too crap. He was kept scarily close to the car in front though.

In third place

Yes, Medellin again! The guy got lost finding our hotel and knowingly went down a one way street at top speed into an oncoming car as a short cut.

In second place...

And again, Medellin. We just got off a nightmare 12 hour bus journey and into a taxi. Either the guy had no breaks, or had breaks but no intention of using them. Top speed downhill, swerving in and out of traffic. I asked him to slow down. This request finally worked when I told him I felt sick. Must remember that line - you could tell he was more worried about cleaning up vomit from the inside of his car.

And the winner of the worst taxi driver on our trip went to the man who drove us from our hotel in Bogota to the bus station at the beginning of our trip. He looked a bit like Robert De Niro in Taxi Driver. I noticed him fidgeting. He was speeding and we asked him to slow down (he did slightly). When we were safely there, David asked me if I'd noticed the guys eyes... and his fixed smile..... he looked like he was coked out. aagghh!!

There are always some adventures in taxis on our travels, but there were too many in Colombia. (See Malacca, Malaysia: The story of Zachariah, the man with the moustache here; Bali, Indonesia: Goody's existential angst story here