The Quintessential Taxi Driver

Everywhere you look there are just scads of taxis on the road. They’re all small compact cars; body painted black and roofs bright yellow, easy to spot.
I’m not sure if they all belong to the same company or not but the meter starts at 7.3 pesos (slightly less than $2) and though much more pricey than the buses (logically called collectivos), or the subway they get you where you’re going faster, more comfortably and sometimes more safely.

Like in every vocation or profession, some love their jobs and others not so much, but the happy guy who delivered us to the airport early the other morning on our way to Iguazu National Park was the quintessential taxi guy, rocking to the beat of music, talkative (yes, in Spanish), and a dashboard complete with the family photos, various religious talismans and other do-dads.

Buses and taxis may make up as much as 40% of all the road traffic during rush hour and our driver told us there were 48,000 taxi drivers in Buenos Aires making it very competitive. Yesterday though they caught a break. In a dispute between the national and municipal govrrnment the city pulled all police protection from the subway system, effectively shutting it down all day. Good and bad for taxis I guess, conceivably more fares, but traffic even more clogged than usual.

Aloha, Mikie . . . . . . turned travel blog direct from Buenos Aires through early March.

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