Russian taxis December 22, 2008 1 Comment
A little while ago I was in Russia, running extremely late to catch a flight. The taxi driver started at a reasonable speed, but when he noticed my fretting and glances at my watch, his speed decreased.
‘Bistro, pazhalusta,’ I said (fast, please). Incidentally, ‘bistro’ apparently entered the English vernacular when the Russian soldiers, on chasing [...]