Tales from Behind the Wheel: Quick Lessons

I don’t own a car. To get from one point to another, I use public transportation, usually MRT and tricycle. Sometimes, I take a cab and when I do, I take the passenger seat. It has been a habit to engage the driver in a conversation for two reasons — so I won’t get sleepy and so the driver won’t, either. Many times, I find myself sharing an interesting, sometimes enlightening, conversations with the man behind the wheel. Here are some of those instances.

Photo by my boss, Sir Rolen

Tall Order

What is it with heights that many, myself included, get so obsessed with? I easily get attracted to anything tall. And I don’t think I’m alone. Seems like every five years or so, the tallest manmade structure record gets broken. But I don’t know much about such records in the Philippines.

“Yan ang pinakamataas na building sa buong Pilipinas,” the cab driver said as-a-matter-of-fact-ly when I told him where I was headed to. I was to meet my friend that afternoon.

“Yung PBCom Tower po?” The building had no significance to me whatsoever.

“Oo, yan ang pinakamatangkad na building sa Pilipinas.” he reiterated.

“Hindi halata.”

The driver chuckled. “Eh kasi, matatangkad din ang katabi.”

“Siguro nga po.”

I had never looked at the PBCom Tower the same way again since then. Every time I pass by it, I look up and try to see the top of it. To me, it was beautiful.

A few weeks later, I was about to meet the same friend at the same place. I took a cab again. When I climbed into the vehicle and told the driver where I was going, I thought I could give him a bit of trivia.

“Manong, yun pala pong PBCom Tower ang pinakamataas na building sa Pilipinas.”

With his brows met, he looked at me and grinned. “Hindi siguro.”

“Yun nga daw po. Sabi po sakin ng isang taxi driver dati. Tapos ni-research ko. Tama nga. Yun nga pinakamataas.”

“Sabihin natin na tama nga,” he said, “Eh ano ngayon?”


Surprising Reactions

The news on the radio was about the possibility of a fare hike. The cab driver turned up the volume. After the news bit, he shook his head. To my surprise, he was against it. This happened almost four years ago.

“Di po ba kayo pabor na tumaas ang pamasahe?” I asked.

“Hindi naman lahat ng driver gusto tumaas ang pamasahe,” he stated.

“Di po ba tataas ang kita nyo pag tumaas din ang pamasahe?”

“Tataas. Pero may pamilya ako. Malaki pamilya namin. May mga kapatid ako. Mga nag-aaral pa lahat. Pag tumaas ang pamasahe, tataas din gastos nila sa pamasahe kasi nagco-commute lang din naman sila. Tapos tataas din ulit ang bilihin. Yung dapat na tinaas ng kita ko sa dagdag pamasahe, mababawi lang din, lugi pa nga. Tataas din kasi boundary namin.”

It never crossed my mind. I never saw it that way. But it was a splash of water on my face.


The Safety of the Familiar

The driver of the cab we took to go to the Changi Airport was a happy man. That was the first impression that I got the moment I hopped into the taxi. He was very talkative, in a good way. He was entertaining, too. There was joy in his voice.

“Going home?” the driver asked smilingly.

“Yes,” I smiled back.

“Where is home?”


“How long have you been here in Singapore?”

“Four days.”

“Business or pleasure?”

“Pleasure. This is my second time here.”

“Oooh. Welcome back. I hope you will come back here for our National Day.” Pause. “I thought you worked here.”

“Really? Why?”

“There are many Filipinos who work here.”

“I love Singapore but I don’t think I would love working here. I miss home easily.”

“The money is here.”

“Yeah, but I’m OK. I’m good. Have you been to the Philippines?”

“No, the only place outside Singapore that I had been to is Malaysia,” he answered. “Kuala Lumpur.”

At the time, I had never been to Kuala Lumpur so I asked him what he thought about it. “It’s a beautiful city. Very beautiful. But it felt weird.”

“Weird, how?”

“It’s a safe city. But when I’m outside Singapore, I feel weird.”

“Weird in what way?”

He began pointing at the many cameras installed by the road and explained how they work.

“It’s hard to explain. I want to retire maybe in Malaysia or in Thailand or in the Philippines. But I just can’t leave. I don’t know how to live outside this city. I think I just got so used to the safety of Singapore. It’s so busy and safe here it gets sad sometimes.”

I’m not sure whether or not I understood what he was saying exactly. I love Singapore. It’s a lovely city. It’s a great city. But there was a great sadness in his eyes, too.


Messy Bedroom

The man behind the wheel, the cab driver, was quiet. I, on the other hand, was awfully frustrated with the heavy traffic.

“Araw-araw po bang ganito ka-traffic dito, Manong?”

“Oo, lalo na pag pa-gabi na.”

“Paano n’yo po nagagawang hindi ma-stress sa ganitong traffic?” I wondered.

“Sanayan lang siguro.” The driver was looking straight ahead. “The government should do something about our transport system.”

I was surprised that he was able to speak good English. He also had this distinct accent.

“I worked overseas half of my life,” he added. “We never had traffic this bad there. Here, it’s an everyday thing. Something has to be done. Lalo na yung mga bus.”

But I was not paying attention to what he was saying anymore. I was more interested in why he chose to come back to the Philippines and work as a taxi driver. It seemed to me that he had a good life abroad.

“What did you do for a living in… Australia, right?”

“Everything,” he laughed. “I was a clerk. I was also a carpenter and a plumber. May bahay kami dun. Andun na rin yung mga anak ko. Dun na nakatira.” He didn’t confirm that it was Australia, though.

“Bakit po kayo bumalik? Mukhang maayos naman buhay nyo dun.”

“Maayos nga.”

“Eh ano po nagpabalik sa inyo?”

“Can you describe to me your bedroom?”

“Po?” I was shocked.

“Describe your bedroom.”

“Well, technically it’s not a bedroom coz I don’t have a bed, just a futon.”

“Is it always in order?”

I snickered. “No. It’s a mess.”

“At the end of the day, why do you come home and sleep in your bedroom?”

“Because it’s MY bedroom.”

The cab driver nodded, looked at me, and smiled.


  1. I understood what the driver meant about Singapore…i worked and lived in Singapore for 20 years and I went home twice. If safety, cleanliness and easy access to everything Singapore is the best place to live BUT….it is like a person without a soul and heart….

  2. from the changi taxi driver until i finished the whole article, kinikilabutan ako.

    A fantastic read!

  3. Wow yoshke, very beautiful stories there. At first the topic didn’t interest me, but I started reading anyway, since your previous work never failed to entertain me.

    I loved the conversation about the “price hike”, I too didn’t look at it that way. I always thought they’d all be happy about it, and I see how close minded I was.

    The last story, the one about the taxi driver who came back to the Philippines, is very touching. Yup, I agree with his point.

    This is MY country, despite how messy it is, I love it.

    Thanks for the great read.

  4. I agree!! you will learn a lot with some cab drivers… some of them even have degree in law.. I remember this one manong who lectured the juvenile justice law and how it works with child conflict in law. I was like ok manong ikaw na talaga!!! 🙂

    • Haha. Sya na nga. I also encountered one female taxi driver na sobrang galing din mag-English. Hindi ko na matandaan ang trabaho nya kung lawyer din or accountant. College pa ako nun. Refreshing kasi first time ko makasakay na babae yung driver.

  5. Awesome collection. The last one was particularly interesting.

    Why is it that when I engage in conversation with cab drivers, they only want to talk about sex? :/

    • COz you’re sexy daw. Wuuuut?! haha.

      It was supposed to be a collection of 8 cab-related stories but the post got too lengthy. I picked 4 and the other 4 i’ll publish next time. The other 4, medyo hindi matitino. haha

  6. I like the last part — about the bedroom.

    My bedroom is also messy and it only gets cleaned once every 6 months.

    Even though it looks like a tiny version of Payatas, I still enjoy staying in my bedroom. This is my haven.

  7. Awwww tinayuan naman ako ng balahibo dun sa last cab driver. In a good way. Although nagulat din ako dahil biglang nag-English. Wahahaha. Parang gusto ko rin siya makilala. Cute ba siya? LOL.

    At ang taray lang nung una ha!

  8. I love the “fare” driver. I encountered a driver like that. He told me, “Pag tumaas ang pamasahe, tataas ang “boundary” (money they give to the real owners of the puv they’re driving, sort of rent. Ganun din.”

    I also love the last part. 😉 Parang I can hear…”Ito ang aking lupang sinilangan. Thanan ng aking lahi…”

    • That’s the 3rd vote for Driver No. 2. Methinks he’s gonna win Yoshke’s fave cab driver of the year. Char. Haha.

      At puma-Panatang Makabayan ka talaga teh! haha

  9. kakatapos ko lang kausapin yung cab driver kanina… at nakakatuwang makabasa nito. Gusto kong part yung dalawang huli, para silang may common theme, kung nasan ba talaga yung tatawagin nating ‘home’.

    Nice entry! btw, i got this link from robbie. 🙂

  10. I know where that SG driver is coming from. Pretty much similar with Tokyo. I also feel the same way with Manong from Aussie. And that funny manong from the first story, kakalokaaaaaaaaaa!!!

    When I went home, I usually give tips to amusing and non-abusive taxi drivers. 🙂

  11. nakarelate ako sa last one mo….kase kahit mas madalas messy bedroom ko… mas comfortble naman sakin matulog kahit ganun siya.

    (my first post btw)

  12. haha. naloka ako sa init ng ulo ng drayber sa first story. aba! may period ang loka!
    pero the best pa rin ang englisherong taxi drayber. in fairview, napa-awww ako sa point nya. hihi.

  13. I like your blog but get a bit lost when you start writing tagalog, can you please put the english translation as well for us poor westerners who have a VERY limited grasp of tagalog

  14. Ang ganda ng mga kwento..simpLe lang ang tema pero ang dami mong matututunan..salamat mr. Yoshke sa mga blogs mo..:)

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