Lisboa – silverfox175

On our arrival in Lisbon I phoned the ‘greeter’ to let her know that we had arrived and that we were queuing for a taxi. As we reached the front of the queue I indicated that we required a large vehicle to accommodate four people and all our luggage. The vehicle assigned to us resulted in a shouting match between the driver and the taxi rank ‘organiser’.

The driver was eventually persuaded to accept us as his fare. To a point, I sympathised with the driver because he was concerned that he couldn’t see out of his rear window, due to our bags. We left the airport and I handed over a printed card with our address. The driver thought that we wanted a hotel, not an apartment, and this threw him in to a right ‘tizz’, because he didn’t have any idea of our destination, which was only ten minutes drive from the airport. I ended up ringing our ‘greeter’ and putting my phone on loudspeaker so that our ‘greeter’ could direct a very unhappy taxi driver to the correct address.