Taxis in Hong Kong are great! Wait. Let me rephrase that. Taxis in Hong Kong can be great!
Why? Well first of all, they are cheap. If you have taken taxis in Europe or Japan, you know what I am talking about. Already the minimum fare is a fraction of what you will see in other countries. Also, there are many of them. Unless it’s Friday evening while it’s raining, you hardly ever, anywhere have to wait longer than 10 minutes to get one. In most other large cities in Europe you would not even try to catch one in the street. You would have to call one and wait 20 minutes.
But as indicated before, it’s not all roses. Literally. Some of the taxis have a stench that makes you sick before you moved anywhere. The old plastic seats together with the sweat of the driver and whoever sat in the back before can urge you to jump right back out. Luckily this has improved a bit over the last years with more and more using air fresheners, flowers and the like to overpower the other scents you do not want to smell.
But if the smell does not make you sick, chances are that the ride will. More often than I would like to, I am witnessing digital acceleration: 0 or 1. Full speed or nothing. Full break instead in the worst case. One can not only feel it. One can hear how the engine is howling in second-intervals. This might not be too bothering in the small and short streets of Sheung Wan. One he presses the pedal, he’s at the end the street anyhow. But if you go further, like the airport, the driver might stick to the tail of a bus and see how he cannot crash into it despite continuously speeding towards it. Better not dare to drive without a seatbelt or while reading a newspaper.
But even if he knows how to drive in a way that does not indicate suicidal tendencies or absolute ignorance about moderation, your driver might be signaling you your unimportance (and of what is going on in the street) by having 5 phonecalls on 4 different phones during the ride. If you did not do it everyday several times, you could call it an adventure.
The fact that most of them are not really talkative towards you might however not only be the result of their phone habits. They often simply do not speak English very well and prefer not to try. So it sometimes comes as a surprise when one of the drivers starts a conversation with you. The most remarkable that I had so far went something like this:
I get into the cab after saying goodbye to a (lady-) friend whom I met accidentally in the street. I tell the driver where to go. He starts driving and asks: “was that lady your wife?”
Me: No, just a friend…
Him: So you go home now?
Me: Yeah….
Him: To your wife?
Me: Yes.
Him: And fuck?
I was quite surprised as you can imagine. I am still mad at myself that did not pull out my cellphone to record the whole thing. After I told him that I did not have any fixed plans to attend to marital duties that afternoon, he went on to lecture me about which time of the year of was the best to make kids, how they would be in case I missed the time and how often one should do it in general. Oh well.
So good luck with your rides. Hope that they will be rather amusing than sickening or dangerous!