Taxi Driver – Vanuatu

June 13, 2012

The taxi driver was a short round chap, half asleep and lying reposed in the window of his beaten up little Suzuki van.  And it was surely a wreck with little to commend it other than at midnight it was going to save us a walk in the rain back to the hotel. We stepped down to the street from where we had dined. The road was completely empty of traffic.   But the driver was alert, despite his slothful posture. A flash of lights on our left, from where he was perfectly poised to catch diners, drinkers or gamblers leaving the premises. Read more