Anyways, here's another great taxi story:
I had a good conversation about life with a taxi driver who didn't speak a word of english. When he pulled up to my stop, I decided I'd just give him 5 pounds (instead of the normal 3). I only had a 5 pound note and I didn't feel like getting into another argument over the price -- usually it's fun, but I was pretty tired. When I gave him 5, for the first time in Alexandria, the taxi driver told me that I gave him too much. He actually offered the 5 pounds back to me... a ride on the house. I told him that I knew five was more than normal and that it was o.k. for him to keep it.
