On Friday we caught a taxi down to our friends Kim, we were going away with her for the weekend, it was another friends “Gi Gi’s” birthday so we where going to Koh Samet for the weekend.
We got in taxi, had a debate which way to go, he told us there was big traffic the normal way we go, so we took is advice and went the slightly longer way. Half way to the Express Way he took a U Turn, when I asked him what he was doing he said he knew a quicker way to the Express Way, although sceptical, I agreed. Bear in mind from this position we where only 5km from the Express Way, 17km later! We still hadn’t even reached the Express Way; the old twat was pulling a fast one, then the cheeky Bastard call for some petrol on my time.
By this time I was ready for lynching him, but getting a new taxi can prove difficult from where we were so we persevered and told him to put his foot down.
On the Express Way, he drove like an absolute nutter, doing nearly 100mph, doesn’t sound excessive, but the taxi was a nail. There was a huge explosion sound and the rear tyre shredded off whilst we were opposite Don Muang Airport, possibly the last place on earth you want to stop. He did know more and got out and began changing the tyre, cars and buses were pipping at him, I just wanted to get off the Express Way, also we were still on the metre!
We got going 15 minutes later and we told him to get off at the next exit, every second spent in that taxi was a second too close to death.
When he stopped we an argument about the fee, if it was left to me I’d have given him just a piece of my mind, he wanted the full fee, he didn’t get it!
I will add this episode to the drunken, falling asleep and can’t actually drive tales of Bangkok’s Taxi’s
We got in taxi, had a debate which way to go, he told us there was big traffic the normal way we go, so we took is advice and went the slightly longer way. Half way to the Express Way he took a U Turn, when I asked him what he was doing he said he knew a quicker way to the Express Way, although sceptical, I agreed. Bear in mind from this position we where only 5km from the Express Way, 17km later! We still hadn’t even reached the Express Way; the old twat was pulling a fast one, then the cheeky Bastard call for some petrol on my time.
By this time I was ready for lynching him, but getting a new taxi can prove difficult from where we were so we persevered and told him to put his foot down.
On the Express Way, he drove like an absolute nutter, doing nearly 100mph, doesn’t sound excessive, but the taxi was a nail. There was a huge explosion sound and the rear tyre shredded off whilst we were opposite Don Muang Airport, possibly the last place on earth you want to stop. He did know more and got out and began changing the tyre, cars and buses were pipping at him, I just wanted to get off the Express Way, also we were still on the metre!
We got going 15 minutes later and we told him to get off at the next exit, every second spent in that taxi was a second too close to death.
When he stopped we an argument about the fee, if it was left to me I’d have given him just a piece of my mind, he wanted the full fee, he didn’t get it!
I will add this episode to the drunken, falling asleep and can’t actually drive tales of Bangkok’s Taxi’s
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