Travelling in Taxis…Beijing

The latest in our series of taxi stories from our travels.

When we hailed a taxi in Beijing, China, we were not in a good mood. It was 2am, we had no money left at all (save the exact amount of the taxi ride to the airport), and we had just had an argument with the hostel in broken Chinese, because they were trying to charge us twice for our room. On top of that, we didn’t want to leave Beijing. We felt at home there, loved the streets and the food, and had fallen in love with the whole city. As we pulled our bags past early morning traders making dumplings in the street, we stared forlornly at each other. Leaving is never the dream.

The taxi showed up quickly, and the driver was cheery considering the time of day. We quickly got into a conversation with him, he asked us where we were from, what we were doing in Beijing etc. We told him, and he was delighted to hear we were from England. To our surprise, he began to sing The Beatles to us, and we joined in, crooning all the way to the airport. By the time we got out of the taxi, our bad moods had dissipated. We grinned at each other as he drove away. Beijing could definitely expect us back.

Travelling in Taxis

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