Why You Should Never Take Taxis When Traveling
Because where's the fun in that?
I'm just going to come right out and say it: Chumps take taxis.
I know, I know, I didn't sugarcoat it or take you by the hand and offer you some tea before the hammer swung, but it's true. Only chumps take taxis.
Not only does the whole affair cost 95% more than taking a train or bus from your airport or train station, but it takes the fun out of a big aspect of traveling: Figuring out just where you currently are in the world.
Once you and your suitcase step outside the sliding glass doors of an airport – your passport freshly inked with a blue new visa – you get that little shiver down your back that's all, “We're lost. We're totally and wonderfully lost.”
The street signs don't make any sense, the girl smoking next to you is speaking a pretty language that sounds like question marks to your ears, and you're left standing on the sidewalk with an exciting new task on your hands: Figuring out how to move.
And if all you do is raise your hand and get whisked away in a yellow cab from Point A to your Point B, well, you've done yourself a disservice.
You've missed the chance to untangle the lines that are road maps and railway stations, and work out out just where to lead your suitcase that afternoon. You missed the moment where you could stand with a stranger on a street corner, your map spread open and held by your mittened hands, him speaking German, you speaking English, trying to figure out where you need to go. You don't get to struggle with your suitcase down subway stairs, flushed with effort and the excitement of being in a brand new city, far away from home, and you didn't get to see the locals sit smack dab in the middle of their commutes, rushing to work or back home where their sweatpants are waiting.
You didn't get to count on yourself, you didn't get to roll up your sleeves and work a little to make a puzzle fit, and you didn't give yourself the shot to see how you handle yourself when thrown into the unknown. And on top of all that, you just handed a yellow cab three day's worth of beer money, if not more.
So where's the fun in raising your hand and being whisked away? Next time you're traveling, choose the struggle.
It's loads more fun.