So, this is our last night before we leave Seoul and we had a good time with time friends. Now we are heading back to our…umm…temp apartment(see here for the background, specifically, update 4) and my wife wants to take a taxi. Ok, so she rushes to grab the first taxi she sees. The old driver was a little confused because he normally doesn’t go into Seoul. There is usually a hand perv place but they will take you and when they hit the boarder of Seoul, they hit three 20% fare premium.
Now, taxi drivers are the same all over the world. The rules of the road only superficially apply to them. That means red light are merely a suggestion. Speed limits were logged at with the thought “Oh, that’s nice.” And lane changes happen spontaneously. So,v when I ask in a can, that consistently does 20 km/h UNDER the speed limit, I gotta call bullshit.
Sip, screw this guy. I call the few interpretation line and ask them to ask the driver why he is going so slow. He tells the guy on the phone that he is not familiar with the route. The translator, being s fairly clever fellow, asks him why he doesn’t he just put the address into his GPS? (for the record, all cabbies have GPS units). The cabbie told him he would. When I got the phone back the translator told me shook this and even suggested that wee go to another cab. I had already been thinking that and that is exactly what we did. I didn’t Northey making a dyad over it,, we just paid, said thanks and pretty him go. 30 seconds later we were in s Seoul taxi. That smelled of mariuana. Oh this night is way took much fun not to post this on my blog!
Thankfully, there was no further incident and we made it home just fine and still under a reasonable price.
Now, as long as we get a decent sleep, we can continue with our next stage of our adventure.