Not sure of the original credit for this print. Found it here.
We use a lot of taxis here. And if you saw my Facebook page the other day, you would've noticed the photograph I took of how the monsoons can impact these taxis. The handle had black mold growing on it.
That's typical here. Most taxis are older cars. Rusting. Paint chipped. Dints and bangs on doors. Sometimes, the inside has been gutted. Perhaps there's no door panel. Often, windows are stuck in a semi-rolled-down stance. No matter.
Unless it's raining. And all the monsoon's glory comes showering you, sideways, through windows. You're soaked. Wiping rain off your cheek.
Well, both cheeks, really. Because, usually, you sit down on damp seats. The other night, I got home with even my panties soaked through. No Joke.
But that's exactly what you need, actually. Insert: Sense of Humor. It's necessary. A requirement. Otherwise, you may be...uh...slightly grossed out.
Regardless, you will be wet.
I often get flashbacks to when we lived in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia (2003-2004); the taxis were much worse than these old, crumpling Toyotas in Yangon. In Addis, you got old, crumpling Russian Ladas! Don't know what a Lada is? Here:
Credit from this site.
That's a real taxi from Addis Ababa. A nice one, too! I have vivid memories of the following:
- Rusted out bottoms of Lada taxis with gaping holes. Had to be careful to place your feet on either side of the hole as you got a great view of the quickly passing pavement below!
- Seats taped together.
- Seats held together and kept tightly (sorta?) upright with bungy cords. And string.
- Flea bites after Fasika. During Fasika (Easter), people buy goats from the side of the road and transport them home in Lada taxis for a feast. You'd get flea bites afterwards.
... Just a very, very wet bum. Oh, and lots of inhalation of highly (I think?) toxic mildew and mold.
That's not so bad, though, is it?