Sunday, November 1, 2009

ANOTHER TAXI STORY

Friday evening I was invited to the Riga Fashion Week party in Hotel Latvia by my American film director friend Ryan. It was the first time I had been in the new night club since renovation. The half we were in looked good. The other half had about as much soul as a fridge. needless to say the other side was empty. I wonder sometimes who designs these places. I hope they got their money back.

The fashion crowd were as you would expect, beautiful people and very well dressed. There were lots of them too. The language was heavy on the Russian side but if they are bringing business to Riga then well done them. Judging by the queues at the bar there is no serious shortage of money in this profession either. Ryan was networking hard to get some new people for his next film, and being one of the oldest in the room, I just enjoyed the beautiful girls, the music and the beer.

There was a fashion show of Jeans. Some were good but some of them were the belt round the knees baggy type. I know its showing my age, but they do look really weird. And how do you run away from the police when you are wearing them for goodness sakes?

At a sensible time (sadly, 2 minutes after the last tram had left) I hailed a taxi. Off we went, or to be precise, off we didn't go. The engine kept dying. The driver was on his first evening with the firm and being watched by an assessor so he was not a happy boy. We finally got going and the driver apologised and told me that they had just filled up with illegal Russian petrol and the fuel was dirty.

We had several unplanned stops on way to home and a couple of kilometres at a good 3km per hour. The trip took a little longer than usual. I found the whole thing really funny and it made a great end to the evening. It was just another cameo of the way the country is going. On one hand an assessor to make sure that everything is being done properly and on the other, illegal petrol. I am sure that neither man saw the irony.

As they left, I wished them luck on the trip back into town. I hope they made it.

No comments:

Post a Comment