Under my better judgement, I found myself needing a taxi around 2am on a Saturday morning. I found a taxi at the corner of Nevsky. For some reason, the taxi driver asked to see my phone (once I was in the car). I gave it up, and he pocketed it. Once at my destination, he didn’t say a word. He just sped off in order to keep me in the taxi. I yelled and demanded that he let me out, but he just yelled back at me in Russian. I didn’t know what to think. I was pretty buzzed.
After several minutes, I suddenly reached over to grab the phone. The taxi driver swerved along the road as we struggled over the phone. Finally, I got the phone out of his hand and rushed out of the taxi. I didn’t even run or anything. I was pretty buzzed as I walked away to find a calm spot in order to look at my phone.
Guess what? It was the taxi driver’s. Now I was stuck out in St. Petersburg around 3 in the morning with a phone that I couldn’t even use! The adventure began….I eventually made it back to my hotel at 6 am. The crazy thing is that I flew out of Russia that morning at 11am. I’ll be more careful next time!