Our Wild Taxi Driver
The last day we decided not to join a tour because we just wanted to see one of the old stone towns and we needed to be back in time to catch our flight. On our first night we caught a cab with a driver that seemed pretty good – so we got his phone number and called and reserved him for our Monday sightseeing. He must have been on his best driving behavior Saturday night – because he was a different driver Monday. He managed to find the most excuses to use the horn and find the bumpiest roads to get to TianLong Town. It was about an hour of bouncing around (only banged my head once and no, there wasn’t a seat belt in the backseat). I wear a pedometer to count my steps – so I have gotten pretty good at predicting how much we walk – I would guess about 5000 steps that day – but the pedometer read 17000 – so that means 12000 of those “steps” were really the bigger bumps in the road. Shocks, tires and horns are probably the first things that wear out on a Chinese driven car.
On his good side he didn’t smoke in the car and he did recommend a really good restaurant for the “Spicey Chicken” that Guiyang is famous for.
Side note: - No McDonalds in the whole City – with all our driving we should have seen McDonalds- but none. There were lots of KFC’s. Also the whole 3 days we only saw 3 other foreigners and that was at the big waterfalls. It is rare to be in a town as big as GuiYang and not see any foreigners or McDonalds.
Another side note:
Cynthia was actually able to sleep during the bouncing, honking, swerving taxi ride. I have seen many people do this on the buses too. This supernatural power must be built into the Chinese genes.