Peter,
"Then, after I met my wife, I took her along and that was the end of that."
I had a similar experience. My wife and I went on a two month trip to Asia. In a small town in Thailand, the name of which I forget but it was after we had just gotten off a small, cramped boat from Koh Samui, our taxi driver decided on his own that we didn't need to get to the airport when we said we did. After putting us in his cab at the dock, and driving for a 5 minutes, he just stopped outside a restaurant and went in. Stayed there for about 10 minutes while my wife was getting increasingly upset--if we missed the plane, we would be stuck in this town overnight, and had no idea where we would stay, or even if we could get catch the plane for Bangkok the next day. He, of course, knew what he was doing, that he had plenty of time to get us to the afternoon plane, but we didn't know that since he didn't speak any English other than the usual 6 important words like "taxi", "airport", "boat", "yes", "no", and "good price".
In any case, my wife is addicted to indoor plumbing. My Traveling days are over, for better or for worse. |
