Picture this: you’re outside Utrecht’s famous Dom Tower, and the rain is coming down in sheets. Having just escaped a cafe with wallet-busting coffee, brewed with enough power to light up a small town. "Should’ve ordered tea" you groan softly, but there is no time for that now marketgit. As you gaze into the storm, a shining knight in armor (a Utrecht taxi, of course) pulls up to you as if they jumped out of some really bad rom com. Tally ho!
more than just a ride, they are experiences in their own right. The driver each of them with a story as diverse as the weather patterns of Utrecht. A driver, who like a maestro his hands working the wheel like the instruments of an orchestra... he might tell you about his days living in the city during the height of the dutch meatball festival. "oh you have to try them" he says, wide eyed with excitement. Every journey seems to turn into it’s own personal ted talk all about Dutch culture
In Utrecht, diversity is not just in the people, but also in the cabs. From elephantine vans for Grandma who always travels with her entire footlocker, to sleek electric cars that are something out of a steampunk Sci-Fi, there is always something that will fit your need. If it is a midnight-burning need to catch the last train or a crack of dawn makes eyelids so heavy drive, these taxis will turn into the trusty steed that gets you to your destination on time.
And my god, are they punctual! With a peccant for knowing alleyways and short cuts that weren't even put on your google maps. Picture feeling like a local as you pass by the pedestrians with a wave, while your driver does some sort of urban ballet. Rolling through the streets of Utrecht with the precision of a surgeon and the elegance of a prima ballerina. Almost as if they have a sixth sense, or just too much fun with this game.
Chuckling at how they managed to squeeze a minivan into a space fit for a bike you'll find yourself wondering if your Uber driver back home was written out of the story. But here in Utrecht, you aren’t just calling a car – you’re literally ordering a slice of local life, served up with a sprinkle of Dutch charm and just enough wit.Ha! if they streets could talk, the driver laughs, pulling up to your destination, a satisfied glint in his eyes. And just maybe, they just did.