Tales from Behind the Wheel: Scary Rides

I’m always afraid to take a cab alone. I just don’t feel comfortable being alone with the driver and the  hold-up stories that I have been reading online are not at all calming. But it cannot be helped sometimes. Whenever I do, I take the passenger seat and start small talks with the driver just to blow my anxiety away.

I have shared conversations with so many types of taxi drivers. There are types who talk too much and those who wish not to be bothered; those who attentively listen to Tulfo on the AM radio and those who sing along to the latest tunes on FM; those who narrate funny encounters with other passengers and those who share their sob stories; those who praise the government and those who rant about it. Many of these rides are memorable. Some rides were hilarious, some were just totally odd, some were surprisingly enlightening, and others were downright scary.

Last year, I complied on this post a few of my cab experiences which I learned so much from. This time, I’m sharing some encounters that scared the frak out of me. Read on.

The Boar

“May baboy-ramo dito,” said the driver of the cab I was in. It was past midnight and the sluggishness that had long tried to engulf my consciousness went out the car window in an instant.

“Ano po yun?” I wanted to know if I heard it right.

“Dito. Sa street na ‘to. Scout Ybardolaza. May nakita akong baboy-ramo dito,” confirmed the taxi driver. “Babae ang pasahero ko ‘nun. Mga alas-dos ng umaga. May nakita akong malaking baboy-ramo dito sa kalyeng ‘to. Ituro ko sa’yo mamaya kung saan eksakto.”

In less than a minute, he pointed to an old car parked along the street. “Dyan, may nakita ako dyan. Baboy-ramo. Akala ko nga namalik-mata lang ako. Binagalan ko yung drive ko, baboy-ramo talaga. Ansama ng tingin sa akin. Nakatitig ang baboy-ramo sa amin ng pasahero ko. Kinabahan nga ako nun.”

I just gave the driver a stare and when he realized I was looking at him, he said “Totoo yun!”

“Baka alaga ng kung sino,” I said.

“Siguro. O baka aswang.”

And then there was silence. Hi silence, nice to meet you again.

I broke it, “May naranasan na po ba kayo na nakakatakot habang nagmamaneho sa gabi? Kunyari, sa Balete Drive. Di ba may white lady daw dun?”

“Naku, wala pa,” the driver replied. “Hindi ako naniniwala sa mga white lady-while lady, sa mga multo-multong ganyan. Pero yung baboy-ramo na nakita ko, totoo yun. At sigurado ako, aswang yun.”

K, kuya.


The Suspicion

I didn’t want to judge but there was something about this driver that was just not right, or at least, didn’t make me comfortable. His eyes were somewhat red and he looked like he just finished an entire tumbler of strong coffee in one go. We were passing through a residential area and I could not see any one on the streets. It was late and it was dark.

“Taga-call center ka ano?” asked the driver.

“Naku, hindi po. Bakit?”

“Ang ganda kasi ng suot mo tapos gabi na. Di ba yung mga call center lang bukas ng mga ganitong oras? Anlaki ng sweldo ng mga taga-call center.”

“Siguro. Depende siguro kung gano katagal na sa trabaho.”

“Eh bakit ka papunta sa Pioneer? Di ba may mga call center dun?”

At this point, I found his fixation to call centers too weird that I decided to lie. Sorry, Papa Jesus, I’m breaking one of your commandments.

“Imi-meet ko yung kaibigan ko. Ibabalik ko ‘tong jacket na ‘to,” I moved the collar of the blazer I was wearing.

“Ano bang trabaho mo?”

“Pa-raket-raket lang,” I lied again. Strike 2, Lord.

“Anong ginagawa mo?”

“Nagsusulat lang ng kung anu-ano.”


“Kayo po? Taga saan kayo?”

“Bulacan pa ako.”

“May mga anak kayo?”


“Yung schedule nyo Kuya, kapareho nung ibang driver? 24 hours babyahe tapos 24 hours pahinga?”


“Hirap din nung ganun no?”

“Mahirap talaga. Hindi ka naman mukhang pa-raket raket lang. Malaki siguro sweldo mo.”

I pretended to laugh. “Sana nga kuya pero hindi eh. Haha.”

I really felt uncomfortable staying inside that cab so I tried to come up with a way to get off of it.

“Kuya, patigil pala dun sa Mercury Drug dun sa pangalawang kanto. May kailangan nga pala ako bilhin,” I told the driver.

“May sakit ka?”

“Hindi po ako, nanay ko,” I answered.

“Anong sakit?”

“Kaka-opera lang po kasi may tumor.” This is true, by the way.


“Hindi naman pero tinanggalan ng isang suso para di lumala. Dun na nga lang napupunta lahat ng kinikita ko.”

“Tatay mo?”

“Wala na po tatay ko. Namatay sa cancer.” This is true, too. “Kaya nga po natatakot din ako eh.”

“Kawawa naman pala kayo ano?”

“Eh ganyan po talaga buhay eh. Pero kelangan talaga magtrabaho ng maigi.”

The cab stopped in front of the drugstore. I paid the driver and tried to alight but I couldn’t open the door. I tried again but I really couldn’t open it. It was already unlocked but it just won’t open.

The driver then moved and clicked something on another part of the door. “Ako na, ako na,” he said. It opened.

I hopped out of the cab and said goodbye to the driver, “Sige po, kuya. Salamat po!”

“Ingat ka boy ha,” the driver said. “Maraming holdaper ngayon.”

I walked in to the store and bought a bottle of water.


The Stop

It was 3pm and the roads were less congested than usual as rush hour was yet to demonstrate its awful ability to annoy motorists. I was in a cab, on the way to an airline office to pick up some documents. The driver was in his 50s probably and listening to old OPM ballads to my delight (coz I love OPM). While the power ballads playing were far from lullabies, the heat of the sun was hypnotic, the kind that lets you daydream.

Approaching Andrews Avenue: I was on the verge of belting out a Basil Baldez classic in my head when the cab slowly stopped in the middle of the road. Deafening blows of horns followed in an instant like angry screams by angry cars behind us. At first I thought the engine just failed us but when I turned to the driver to ask what the problem could be, I found him snoozing. He was asleep!

Yes, he fell asleep. ASLEEP. In the middle of the road. While driving. With a passenger.  With ME, the passenger.

I woke him up, paid, and got off. Other drivers were still blowing horns.


  1. Hi
    I stumbled upon your blog whilst googling top blogs which brought me to the Philippine blog awards and led me to you. I clicked on your link as I found your name interesting and have been reading your blog ever since. You are a great, honest and entertaining writer.

    I found this post particularly funny (especially the last paragraph) and relatable as I too have had my fair share of weird and scary encounters with cab drivers!

    Anywas keep up the good work!


  2. OMG. especially the last story. that is so scary! buti hindi kayo nabangga nung nasa likod!
    ako din minsan kapag creepy na mga tanong ng driver, i can’t help but lie.

  3. Nabitin ako sa last paragraph…honestly,tatakot aq basahen nung umpisa den nung ntapos k basahen ung last nakahinga aq ng malalim,hehehe ndi pla.. 🙂 keep it up kuya!nice blog!!!

  4. panalo yung babaoy ramo story. haha. kinilabutan ako habang nagbabasa, kala ko kinain yung driver, tas nakatakas ka lang. haha. morbid talaga ng teorya ko habang binabasa yung part na yun.

  5. found your Site via Melai’s blog.

    AND I can totally relate with your taxi tales. ESP ung kay Taxi No. 2. I once had tell a taxi driver to just stop at Rob Pioneer (we were along EDSA) instead of my original destination-SM Mega—he was asking a lot of questions about my job and salary, and creeping me out na talaga. Plus I already had a bad feeling. After bumaba, nagpalipas lang ako ng 5 minutes, went out of Rob and took the bus. Hehe

  6. OMG! Scary yung second encounter mo. I have this feeling na holdaper siya! Esp when the door did not open immediately! Buti nalang nakapag alibi ka! Takot din ako mag cab mag-isa pag gabi, so I rather commute. (at least, [wag naman po sana], di lang ako yung pedeng maging victim in case) :p

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