Detailed records of all sorties are kept by the drivers and the dispatchers. The weather started getting rough, the tiny cab was tossed, if not for the courage of the fearless driver, the cab would have been lost. Actually, just earlier there had been a short cloud burst which emptied the street of people and lit up the switchboard at the taxi office. In a little more than two hours, we went from downtown, to Mission Point, to the French Outpost, to Grand Hotel, to Waters Meet, to the marina, back to downtown, back to Grand Hotel, then to the village, to Woodville, then back to downtown, to Pine Cottage, then back to the French Outpost, to Grand Hotel, then to Pine Cottage again and finally back to downtown. All on one bail of hay.
Horses have a language all of there own.
While each driver has his own set of chirps, kisses, clicks and hisses they use to drive the horses, Ryan shared with me some of the more universal commands that somehow horses seem to understand. Unlike kittens, though, when horses purr it's not a good sign. At this point it's like trying to put a pin back in a hand grenade, you only have a several seconds to remove the disturbance before the horses blow up. The horses are in general well-mannered, but as attractive as they may be to want to pet, drivers usually ask you not do so. So it's best just to look at the horses.