Last summer, Tim started getting a ride with the same taxi driver every morning. His name is Mr. Wang. He drives the car during the day and his brother, whom we refer to as Brother Wang, drives it at night. They are really good people. And Mr. Wang really likes Tim. He’ll go anywhere, anytime. Not only does he take Tim to work, but he only takes us (and our heavy suitcases) to the airport when we go, then asks to pick us up when we’re returning. Sometimes, he asks us to buy things for him when we travel. At first, it was some Dior perfume on one trip to France. Then, two pairs of Nikes in the US. Then an ipad and an iphone in Hong Kong. Then two more pair of Nikes in the US. (I guess he wants to be sure the products are all real.) He always pays us back, including handing Tim 7500RMB in cash (no envelope) to reimburse him for the Apple products. We didn’t need the ATM for a couple of months after that.
As the last 20 months have gone by, he has become more than a taxi driver. He invites us to dinner for his family, volunteers his wife to go shopping with me, and tells his middle school aged son to speak to us in English. Recently, we got to experience one of those dinners with the Wang family at a local Korean BBQ restaurant. (also serving local food) Just another fine night in China.