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I don't support the view that cab drivers are sources of homespun wisdom and arcane knowledge. Australian cabbies are an amiable, diverse lot, not given to philosophy, though I encountered one spectacular exception.
Cab cultures, not to mention the cabbies themselves, vary widely around the world. The Australian habit of hopping into the front seat with the hack and exchanging a cheery word is not generally welcome in Paris.
Between 1 January and 1 October this year I slept in at least 19 different beds.
In a life liberally studded with trips in cabs, I have found cabbies to be in general an amiable lot.