Hello guys, aside from talking about music or films I want to take this as an almost daily blog for some fun (or not so fun) experiences that happen to me on a daily bases in this chaotic and crazy country, so buckle up for the nearly death experiences that is getting in to taxi bike or how they call it here “moto-taxi”.
So, to begin with I have to say that in Venezuela the public transportation or buses are private and don’t belong to the state, even doe in the past, the state set up the price for the rides but due to the political chaos and hyperinflation most of the buses and public transportation are in strike or just stop because of the lack of spares for the cars and the high cost that this have, so people usually have to walk to get to work and their homes or take a very Venezuelan type or transportation that’s call “moto-taxi”. These are people (believe or not they are usually ex-cons or criminals) who owns bikes and use them to makes rides for people like a normal taxi would do (they are so crazy that they dare to take 2 or 3 people at a time), they don’t respect any traffic rule or stop sign and pass between moving vehicles like they don’t care about life.
or stop sign and pass between moving vehicles like they don’t care about life.
This morning I need it to go to some place near the centre of town (I lived on the east side of the city) to pick up some supplies for a computer that I’m trying to fix, and the guy who are selling me the part can only wait for me there for a few minutes, so I was forced to take a “mototaxi” they guy I pull over looks like he was going to kill me at any moment, but turns out to be a really nice, but ever since I sit in that bike all house broke loose.
- my pants opened when I was trying to go up into the bike
- the biker sped up right away, leaving me with no time to holding on to something witch I beardly fall down the bike
- this guys was driving down the traffic like there’s no other cars besides him, we almost crash like 2 or 3 different times
- the driver went on a different direction because it was a “shortcut” safe to say I really thought I was going to be murdered by that guy, but in the end we got to my stop in one piece.
Safe to say I get in to that bike as an atheist, and I got off like a Christian man. I swear that was the last time I get in to one of this bikes, the whole thing was crazy I never want to do it again lol.