One of my writing rules is to never start anything with a taxi anecdote. It's cliche. I'm making an exception this time.
Yesterday, with my meetings and language lessons finished, I had time to burn so I took a taxi. To get anywhere fast in Jakarta traffic you go by scooter. I flipped open my journal and noted the time -- 2.32pm. Reveling in my air conditioned comfort I estimate I wrote 300 words -- longhand -- in one particularly bad patch of traffic while the taxi. Stood. Still.