I was told to get the taxi to pick me up at least one hour before I needed to be at the airport, I thought really?  It’s only 20kms away but the traffic can be really bad apparently and yes it was and so was my taxi driver. 

He was driving a small Toyota no bigger than a dodgem. My suitcase filled the boot. He looked like a very quiet guy, he was about 60 something I would say and he smiled and said “Good morning ”

Well looks can be deceiving because he was a fucking lunatic. I’m not easily scared but this guy was reckless, he was not a smooth quick driver but he was irratic. He’s changing lane and getting know where fast, blasting the horn and flooring the wee Toyota till it screamed for mercy and then we were back on the brakes once more nearly putting us through window. 
I’m in the back seat and there’s no seat belts and so I’m bracing myself against the front seat hoping that we don’t make contact with anything. Not a good way to start the day. 

Well we do arrive safely at the airport and in one piece and as I hand him the fare, he gives me this big smile and just laughs. What a fucking nutter……