Upon exiting the airport terminal in Bali, or getting anywhere near the exit, one is immediately assaulted an army of taxi drivers. Each member in this army is equally unwilling to take no for an answer.
"Transport! Transport!"
You explain that a friend is coming to pick you up, but it doesn't matter.
"Where you live? Renon? I know Renon."
"Yes, but my friend will take me."
"No friend. I get you there quick."
One shoulders through multiple interviews as the drivers queue up, though each has surely heard what was said to the driver only seconds before.
"Transport, mister?"
Good grief.
"Transport! Transport!"
You explain that a friend is coming to pick you up, but it doesn't matter.
"Where you live? Renon? I know Renon."
"Yes, but my friend will take me."
"No friend. I get you there quick."
One shoulders through multiple interviews as the drivers queue up, though each has surely heard what was said to the driver only seconds before.
"Transport, mister?"
Good grief.
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