First thing I noticed when I jumped into his cab in Hong Kong were his hands. He opened the door, and insisted on getting my luggage in the trunk. My things are not heavy, but, 4 bags, he brought the heaviest of the two into the trunk despite the fact I resisted and wanted to do that my self.
First thing I noticed when I jumped into his cab in Shang Hai was the stench of body odor, then, sticky seats. He didn’t open the door for me, but asked where I was going, then, offered to lifte the lightest of the bags into the trunk. He’s around my age, if not younger.
On the way to the airport the HK cab driver didn’t say anything, a quick incoming call from a buddy, just a normal greeting, where he’s going, then he hung up. He didn’t say anything since.
On the way from the airport, the SH cab driver didn’t say anything, an incoming call from a buddy, he chatted the whole way, with a lot of “bi” attached at the end of the sentences.
When I arrived at the airport, the HK cab driver again, opened the door, then got out, opened the trunk, lifted my bags, and proceeded to grab a luggage trolly to put them on there.
When I arrived at my apartment, the SH cab driver didn’t get out, he pretended to count the money I gave him, and opened the trunk from inside of his cab.
I took a picture of HK cab driver’s hand.
I didn’t take picture of the SH cab driver.
The Dark Knight Rises is absolutely sublime. I couldn’t ask for more out of an action flick. It’s a little dark though, if you understood some of the subtle nuances. Thanks to the great city of Hong Kong for showing this movie in IMAX while China didn’t even import it.