Qingdao
Posted by phillip Tue, 12 Sep 2006 11:49:00 GMT
“The taxi ride to the restaurant was insane. The taxi driver was weaving in and out of cars at speeds between 160 and 180 KPH (between 100 and 110 MPH). He was passing cars on double yellow lines with incoming head-on traffic. When I reached for my seatbelt, I quickly realized it was broken. I looked at the driver and asked if I could atleast share his. He just laughed. At one point he was passing a car on a double yellow with an incoming Tsingtao beer truck coming at us at full speed. Luckily the other driver swerved in time but missed our taxi by less than 2 inches. It was the closest I’ve come to “a serious and most likely fatal traffic accident. (Wouldn’t that have been ironic, getting killed by a beer truck while attending the beer festival.) By the time I arrived at the Italian restaurant my legs were shaking and I almost threw up. So if you ever get in a taxi in Qingdao and the driver’s name is 陈心南 (Chen Xin Nan), get the fuck out. (Although he did get me across town in record time.)” thewhiskeydragon.net