The taxi driver
When I travelled to Romania I searched online for a car or truck rental Agency. I had a look at a few companies and settled for the best offer. I chose to pick up my car straight from the Otopeni airport, even it was a higher price. A few bucks won’t make a big difference! Plus it was way more easier to get off the plane and drive directly to Constanta, my final destination, instead of taking a taxi all the way to the middle of the capital at rush hour. I have done that before and I did not like it.
Don’t get me wrong, the Romanians are nice, warm and caring people. Or at least most of them, or those that I had the pleasure to meet during my previous trips and on this last one. It was just my luck to stumble upon a nasty taxi driver who thought that I was the perfect target to rip off. The poor man had no idea that I understood his language nor that I knew the city. He did not even bothered to ask. As soon as I stepped into his car, he decided that I was going to be his last customer for the day.
While he was driving, he call someone on his phone and said that a fat turkey had landed into his car and he was going to show him around the city for a while.
Being curious by nature, I allowed him to take me around the city without telling him that the way to reach my destination was much easier if he would have taken a certain boulevard and kept on going until he met with Unirii Avenue.
Anyway, point is that when he finally took me to the place I needed to reach, he asked me to pay him close to $ 150 dollars, which was insane. I started to laugh and then I explained to him that he could not charge me in a foreign currency. Then I continued saying that the fat turkey he was referring to when he called his friend, had been to Bucharest more than couple of times and was quite savvy navigating the streets of the capital. He was surprised to hear me speaking his language. He was even more shocked when I asked him to call control traffic agency and ask them to send an agent to solve our dispute.
This last argument made him back off. That was what I had intended. I knew that he might fear losing his taxi permit. I had learnt that from my Romanian friends. A good trick, if you ask me!