I ran out of the hotel to get in the cab that Jay was already in, and when I saw the driver, I stopped in my tracks. It’s the same lunatic from yesterday. Yes, the hotel probably has contracts with certain taxi drivers, but still. Out of all of them, we get by far the most certifiable guy two days in a row?! Unbelievable. This guy had to have been a race car driver back in the day. He speeds along at what I’d guess to be 60mph on all city streets. He weaves in and out of lanes like I’ve never seen - even Hanoi wasn’t this bad - and creates lanes of his own. In between actual marked lanes, squishing between 2 other vehicles, up on the sidewalk, and into oncoming traffic lanes. I might have a permanent cramp in my neck. I had my neck turned to my right, body tense as could be, to pretend to take in the sights as I couldn’t look out the front window to see all the accidents we were narrowly escaping, otherwise my heart probably would have given up. I’m convinced there is no driver in BA that has ever passed this man. And on the chance he stops at a red light and has to wait, out come the cigarettes. When we got dropped off at the ferry terminal, I ended up giving him a huge tip. It’s the least I could do. I felt like we got struck by lightening twice and came away without a scratch.