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The taxi ride from hell, with a side of sexual harassment
Unless you are a formula one driver looking for love
Today I left the mountains of the Svaneti region; it took two buses to get down the hills, and when people tell you Georgians drive crazy, believe them.
I thought, no way are they crazier than the Colombian bus drivers; I was very, very, very wrong. It was supposed to be a small bus, but since there were only four of us, they called a local taxi driver, who must be in training for the formula one race.
The ride started crazy; he was chatting with the other couple in the car, and they all spoke Russian; I had my headphones in, trying not to vomit, then I saw him look at me.
I was thinking, ¨watch the road, ¨ since we had to go 60mph around a curve, and the edge was a cliff. Then he said something to the girl, and she looked at me, and I already knew.
She said ¨he wants to know where you are from¨, I looked up, took out my headphones, and said The States. That is my response; they did not know, she said America. I nodded yes.
He continued to ask if I was married or had a boyfriend and how long am I in Georgia. I said no, and I was not sure how long.
Two crucial mistakes, from now on, I am always married, my…
