Taxi Stories Around the World

Taxi Stories Around the World


Here are personal accounts of incidents people have had with Taxis around the world.

.my girlfriend left her fairly expensive DSLR Nikon camera in a taxi in Singapore after being dropped off at Changi airport. The help desk contacted the taxi company and the kind driver came straight back out to the airport to drop it off to her and refused any extra money

  • I just got ripped off by a cab driver this morning,was heading to Makati city from NAIA terminal 3,the drill is an accomplice will pretend as a taxi dispatcher,and once you are already in the cab the dispatcher/accomplice will ride with you and will sit in the front seat,telling you that the cab will drop him off outside the airport,it wont give you a chance to say no anymore because the cab is already moving and the cab driver wont stop,then they will give you a piece of laminated paper telling you about the fix price of certain destination,for Makati they are asking for 900 pesos,it is really a rip off because ordinary cab will only cost you 200-300 pesos the most to get to Makati,and theworst part of it is that they will ask you to pay back and forth,so that is 2 900 pesos,wont give you any chance to argue because there were 2 of them and one is carrying  a bag,despite of being scared and nervous i still got the plate # and already reported the slammers to the Land transportation Office..
  • I recently took a taxi to Makati, I was charged 500php and the driver had the cheek to ask for another 100php (which he didn’t get) after spending nearly 2 hours in the cab and HE not having a clue of my destination. We finally arrived after asking every other person along the road the way!! My return trip to the Airport consisted of an LRT – 15 php to EDSA station fromAbad Santos station (Admittedly I had changed accommodation since) – cab fare from EDSA to Airport 65php !!!!!!! You live and learn!
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  • I had a taxi driver from New Delhi Airport to the city who tried to charge me extra for turning on the A/C in the car.
  •  but i have to say that it seems more prevalent or even blatant in Manila. even those coupon taxi which are supposed to be regulated rip you off. (from experience here).  the taxi drivers know you  have the money, they refuse to turn on the meter.. they jack up the price of the fare.. you have to find another taxi and this can get really annoying after a
    taxi1while especially if the other drivers you flag down do the same thing.
  • Philippines is a great country full of beautiful places and wonderful people and i think everyone should go there but the number of scammers who operate taxicabs just disgusts me. im just saying EXPECT to be ripped off for the fare..
  • am i wrong?
  • I booked a transfer from Antalya airport to Alanya in Turkey through Resort Taxis / OnThe Beach (same outfit). They were supposed to meet me with a placard bearing my name, but failed to turn up.
  • Two hours and 9 expensive phone calls later, I was still waiting for the promised pick-up.
  • Eventually, I was approached by their representative who told me my transfer left an hour ago and it was my fault I didn’t find it!
  • I had to arrange my own transfer which cost me 100 Turkish Lira, although their rep on the phone assured me this would be refunded andwas most apologetic (the same rep who had been telling me my pick up would be there in 10 minutes)
  • That was in April. Dozens of e-mails later and On The Beach / Resort Taxis deny all knowledge, and refuse to pay me for either my transfer or my £25 worth of calls. They even asked if I had written proof of their promise to refund! Despite giving them the exact times of my calls (recorded on my phone bill) they also claim I didn’t make any calls! So I must have just stood around in the airport for 2 hours in the middle of the night twiddling my thumbs?
  • I would NEVER use them again and would recommend against anyone else doing so.
  • Ok, it must be stated: I have a slight fear of taxis…in ANY country. I don’t know why. I blame it on my rural upbringing. I was in college before I had my first ride in a taxi. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter. It’s a fear; therefore, I must conquer it. So, today I took a taxi home from the 3rd ring road area. I thought I would be ok, I’ve done it with people twice now. If you remember, taxis don’t want to drive all the way out to where the school is housing us (I can’t wait to move into the city!!), so I can’t actually say where I want to go. I have to say (in Chinese) “airport expressway” and then when we get on the highway, I have to say exit 7, and then I direct him from there. Well, it seems there is more than one exit 7. There are like three. How did I not notice this before? Who knows. So, we make it to exit 7 and get off the wrong one, and I’m not sure which way to direct the guy(as I’ve never been where we are), so I show him the address of my complex and tell him to head to the right (there are tall buildings,it must be in the right direction). He doesn’t believe me, so he proceeds to stop and ask directions every 30 seconds or so. I called a friend (who had a Chinese friend call me back) to talk to the taxi driver in chinese (as I only know like 8 phrases or so), but by the time he called me back, the taxi driver and I had found my complex. So 115rmb later, I’m home, safe and pretty much sound.
  • got completely shafted by a taxi driver in Prague, what he didn’t know was I had already roughly figured out the route to take and realised he was taking me the opposite direction and about as roundabout as you could possibly get…I told him to pull over, got out, exchanged a few firm words and walked away…he still wanted to be paid but not a chance…what a turkey, I can imagine he rips people off every single day…
  • As I was walking down the street, I was approached by this young man who looked like he was 18 or 19. He offered to shine my shoes. “Onl
    taxis1y 5 Rs. to polish your shoes Sir!!” he said in perfect English! (5 Rs. = 10 cents). This really grabbed my attention for a short while, as I was not expecting that level of English from someone who shines shoes on Mumbai streets. I politely refused his offer, but he kept following me and kept trying. He kept saying how he has not eaten all day and 5 Rs. would really help him to buy his meal. I finally gave in..
  • As he started polishing my shoes on the street, he started talking to me and asking me where I am from etc. (again in perfect English). I asked him how come he’s on the streets polishing shoes when he speaks so well and perhaps even better than most educated people! He then went on about how he arrived in Mumbai from Rajasthan few months ago after finishing his University Degree and was unable to find a decent job. He had his mother and siblings to support back home in Rajasthan and therefore he was left with no choice but to take up shoe polishing.
  •  He then went on to say how he could have made a lot more money if he would have a shoe box whereby he could officially shine shoes on the busy areas of Mumbai like the railway stations etc. Apparently the Mumbai Police drove off the shoe polishers from the streets if they did not have the so called “Show box”. He then asked me if I could help him by buying him a shoe box. That’s when I felt something fishy and I realized that I am most probably being emotionally connedby Mr. Shoe Shine Boy! I then said sorry politely again and asked him to finish with my shoes soon as I wanted to move on and was not interested in buying him a shoe box.
  •  He did not stop there and went on and on about how life was unfair to him etc. I started ignoring him and wanted to walk off, but he then started demanding Rs. 250. I kept refusing from there on, as my common sense (finally) kicked in and I realized what was going on. He was very disappointed and even cussed at me in some language, which I did not understand. I did notreact and just moved on ignorantly.
  • Since then I have already come across 3-4 more of such Shoe Shine boys in different cities in India, mostly Mumbai. I have heard similar stories from other friends as well and a simple Google search led me to realize that this has been an on going scam since quiet some time now.
  • I just thought I share this with fellow travelers so that you don’t find yourself in a situation like that and are emotionally blackmailed into shelling out some money.
  • In Macau, the cab driver shooed me out of the cab as soon as i told him to bring me at my hotel. He doesn’t understand any single English term. I could have understood if he’s been a bit polite at least. Well, a not so nice representation of their country to a first time visitor…
  • I caught a taxi from the airport to my hotel in Lima. I phsyically went limp bacuse that was the best way to handle the maniac  driver. I had no idea his minivan was actually the fastest vehicle in Peru, but he convinced me it was.
  • Once in Cusco on our way from the airport into town, our cab driver ran into a pack of dogs running across the road. We were horrified cause we heard a huge thump but as we turned to look out the back, we could see one of the dogs limping away.
  • Nothing major, but here’s a couple of things.
  • In New York City, cab drivers don’t always seem to be in taxi1the mood to actually work. It frequently happens to me that I hail a cab, tell them where I want to go, they shake their heads and keep on driving. Well thanks Same happened in Singapore several times.
  • In Shanghai, they speak NO English whatsoever (which shocked me given they claim to be up to certain standards). And I mean it, they speak absolutely no English, they don’t even understand “hello” or “airport”. So I learned a couple of words in Chinese as there was no way I could get by without it. I had plans to meet up with a friend about halfway to the airport, but as I was flying out later that same day, I had all my luggage with me already. I sat in the cab and told the driver which street I needed to go to in which part of the city, I had even writtenit down. This had worked on previous occasions, but because he saw my suitcase, his thinking was probably “airport” and it didn’t matter what I said. He repeated a million times “airport” (in Chinese) and I kept saying no no no, I need to go to THIS street on THIS corner. He eventually called someone from his cab company who spoke a little English. I explained again where I needed to go and that person then told the driver. He drove me there but again, as it was halfway to the airport, he still thought that’s where I needed to go and even upon arriving at the place I wanted, he continued blabbering about driving me to that damn airport. I told him, no, you stop THERE, and NOT at the airport, I don’t want to go to the airport!! He eventually stopped and dropped me off. Gosh.
  • In Thailand, I regularly got out of a cab in the middle of some crossroad or wherever they stopped for a second when the drivers had clearly no clue where they needed to go but didn’t want to admit that. I remember asking them several times whether they were sure where they needed to go, of course it was all ‘yes yes yes’ when they so obviously had absolutely no idea. So at some point I just got out of the cabs, threw in a few Bahts and took the next one.
  • A friend of mine once arrived very late at night in New York after a delayed flight. He took a cab to get to Manhattan. The driver didn’t turn on the headlights and, as usual, sped through the night. My friend told him nicely ‘can you please turn on the lights’. He either didn’t understand or didn’t care and kept driving like crazy. So a few minutes later, my friend again asked him to please turn on the light. So what did he do? He turned on the small reading light inside the cab! That was enough and my friend just yelled “turn on the f*** headlights!!”. Hehe
  • I met a guy who has just arrived in Phuket from Bangkok and got caught out on a technique drivers use to get more money, I’ve heard this happen a few times.
  • On a ride that should of cost 400 THB it ended up costing 1500 THB
  • Basically, as you get in the taxi and drive a few hundred yards, the driver will stop and allow a couple of his friends sit either side of you and then when you have reached your destination, he will ask for a silly amount and no matter how much you argue, you have to pay in the end.
  • Be careful of this one if you are travelling in Bangkok.
  •  part from being ripped off in Kolkata, which is a dull story, I don’t have any really bad experiences.
  • I do have a knack for picking the taxi driver that is obsessed with Manchester United, though.
  • I went to Paris with my mum, and the lovely taxi driver clearly was trying to think of what British people like to talk about.  After some thought, he said “eh bien, Manchester United va gagner ce soir? Wayne Rooney, il est tres bon, non?” or words to that effect.  I ended up having a 20 minute conversation about Manchester United (whiand I don’t know the first thing about football) in French (which I speak very badly).
  • A year later, every taxi we got in on honeymoon -“where are you from?” and my husband would say “Manchester” and immediately it was “ah, Wayne Rooney! He is a brilliant player, isn’t he?” straight away.  We talked about Wayne Rooney in Surabaya and in Singapore.  In Bali, the taxi had Chelsea stickers and I thought, phew.  I will not have to pretend to have an opinion on Wayne Rooney today. “Where are you from?” “Manchester” “Oh, my team is Chelsea.  But Wayne Rooney is a very good player, isn’t he?”
  • This year I went to Munich, noticed the discrete little Bayern sticker in the cab, and decided not to tell anyone I was from Manchester.
  • a few years ago in Kiev, I hailed a taxi to get to Borispol airport. It turned out to be a Lada with a missing windscreen.
  • I needed to make tracks, so got in. I shouldn’t have mentioned I was in a hurry. The taxi driver looked to be in his late teens and his enthusiastic broken English and funny banter made up for the panic I was feeling along the way, especially when it started to rain.
  • I almost got ripped off in a taxi in Budapest. The driver didn’t give me enough change and tried to pretend he was right. He only spoke hungarian (I don’t) andseemed to only understand german but no english. I can understand a lot of german but speaking it is much more limited. Still I managed to make myself understood and got the exact change back.
  • Also a taxi in Cusco, Peru when I missed my train to Macchu Picchu. Jumped in the first taxi though it was unofficial. Before stepping in we agreed he would drive me to the first next station so I could catch the train. We agreed on 50 nuevo soles. Of course when we reached the station he claimed I owed him 50$, which I didn’t even have on myself. I got away with paying 50 soles and for sure he wasn’t happy but I couldn’t care less.
  •  I got ripped off by a taxi driver in my own city as well two years ago. So many expats here that I shared a taxi with some polish people I had just met… We spoke english in the cab and of course the driver took us for foreigners and took the long way home. By the time I realized it and got angry it was too late
  • I usually avoid taxis like the plague, no matter where I am but sometimes I just have no other solution than to take one… mostly for safety issues… and then watch out I don’t jump in a fake taxi.
  • Another unfunny taxi story… in Quito Ecuador I went to visit the Panecillo up on the hills by cab. The guy waited for me (didn’t rip me off no) and on the way home we crossed the center of town… “do you need to stop here?” he asked… “No” … “Ok then I just move out of here else some people might see you’re a tourist and might want to carjack us”… Oh lovely… 
  • In north of Peru I hired a “taxi” the whole day to see the sights around Chiclayo… the driver was playing unofficial tourguide and advertized his services to the local hotels. Although I first hesitated for a few hours before “hiring” him I didn’t regret it at all. The guy knew lots about the area and which museum was worth visiting or not, took me to cheap places to eat and all that.
  •  I don’t drive and I use taxis a fair bit. Most of my experiences have been fine.
  • One guy in Brussels tried to charge me night rate during the day – I told him to get lost and paid him the day rate. I reported him.
  • In Vilnius, Lithuania, I checked fare into town on board in Airport and agreed with driver that he would charge that rate per kilometre. The fare should have been about 10 euro. When we got to hotel, I could see that 30 euro was showing on meter. I got out, got my luggage and then asked him how much I owed him. He said 30. I said I wasn’t paying that and walked into hotel and invited him to follow. I walked into reception and he followed me in. I asked him again how much and he insisted on 30. I offered 15. He refused and then walked off without my paying him anything….

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