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    "Top blog/Renato Obeid's World/Today's pick: This rambling weblog is worth reading not so much for its satirical posts but more for its insight into the minutiae of life in Lebanon, including the etiquette of road accidents and how to hire a taxi.” -Jane Perrone, The Guardian

    Monday, March 31, 2008  
    Just got back from my walk to Jounieh.
    Is my taxi driver an old veteran or what!
    He literally was a service before there were even cars (in the village)!
    Not usually the most talkative of people, today he asked me how long it takes me to walk down.
    When I replied about half an hour he told me that he used to do it in fifteen minutes when he was young.
    ‘’I used to do a service (sic) from the village to Jounieh on foot’’.
    It’s the first time I ever hear of a service without that actual service (the car) but you learn something new every day.
    In the early fifties, when he was a preteen, there were only two cars in the whole village so when people needed something from Jounieh (particularly medicine from the pharmacy) they used to give him one or two piasters to walk down and get it.
    He used to do this once or twice a day.
    This was on the old now-defunct approximately two meter wide carriage road that cut straight through the forest right down to Jounieh in the days before the switchback road that crisscross the mountain.
    Too bad that that old road doesn’t exist anymore, it sounds perfect for walking.
    Fifteen minutes is a lot better than half an hour.

    I don’t have just one taxi driver – there are different taxi drivers from different places at different times of the day – but they all morph into ‘’the taxi driver’’ when I refer to them individually.

    1:00 pm

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