That time the taxi driver wanted me to play matchmaker

After a two and a half hour, sweat-drenching walk in humid 31 degree C heat in Nevis (I thought the walk to the capital Charlestown would be a simple amble – I was wrong) I made the executive decision that taxis were perhaps the better, albeit more expensive, option to get around the Caribbean island.
Not only were they air conditioned, I got to talk to some interesting taxi drivers.

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